Hiya! Sorry about slacking off. I needed time away from this. Just a couple days. I did yoga tonight though, and I feel better. I hope this is okay. Seriously, make suggestions if you want to see something different, or specific in their relationship. If I'm butchering Bering and Wells for you, I'm sorry. I love them too so I'm already hard on myself. Don't need negative comments, but helpful suggestions are always welcome. Thanks again. Enjoy.
They were in the middle of a heated makeout session on the couch at the B&B. Myka straddled Helena's thighs, hands exploring familiar territory; mapping out every soft curve, every peak, finding their way into soft curls or undeniably thick, black locks.
Helena pulled away, only to bring her face back in. She pressed her forehead against Myka's. "So... babies."
"Helena!" Myka groaned as she pulled her in for another kiss.
"Darling, we do need to talk about it." The older woman pulled back again, frustrating her girlfriend to no end. "It's been a week since we last brought it up. Are you having second thoughts?"
"No." Myka moved off of Helena's lap to sit next to her, immediately taking hold of her hand. "Ive just been thinking a lot."
"About?" Helena moved closer, resting her head on Myka's shoulder.
"About how it's gonna happen." Myka looked away nervously, but a hand on her chin stopped her.
"Now, I'm no expert darling, but I believe we decide who will carry the child; you I'm guessing since I'm over a hundred years old, and there could be complications." Myka saw the sadness flicker across Helena's face. "Then we decide on a donor."
"Sweetie, I know that's how it's done, and if you want, we can have Dr. Calder run some tests and just do a check up to be sure... maybe you could carry the baby... we don't know." Helena hummed and smiled against Myka's shoulder; this woman she loves so much has never failed to provide her with many great things she's been missing out on since she's been debronzed; love, a family, and hope. "There is something though..."
"What?"
"Don't be mad, and please promise you'll let me finish talking."
"Okay?" Helena areed, though she was starting to worry that something was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong. I've just been trying to figure out how to tell you this, but I have a feeling I know how you're going to react." She took a deep breath. "I want us to use an artifact."
"You what!?" Helena was shocked, she didn't know what to do. She just stood up, storming out of the room. She passed Leena and Claudia in the Kitchen before slamming the front door behind her.
"Hey Myka? Myka!" Claudia and Leena ran over to her, tears were streaming down her face as she clutched her knees to her chest. "Leena, she's hyperventalating." Claudia jumped on the couch behind her and started stroking her hair and rubbing circles on her back. Leena left the room to get something in the kitchen. "Mykes, calm down. Take deep breaths. That's it, just like that. You'll be okay." When Myka's grip on her legs relaxed, Claudia hugged her from behind. "Dude. Is everything okay?"
Leena came back with a glass of water. "Here Myka." Myka gratefully took the cup and started drinking. "H.G. is outside, kicking the dirt and talking to herself. Is she okay?"
"I have to talk to her." Myka stood, handed her cup to Claudia and ran quickly ran outside. When she got on the porch, she saw Helena sitting against a tree, chin propped in her left hand, while her other hand pulled at the grass. "Hey."
Helena looked up and saw Myka's eyes, still glassy from crying. "Myka I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do. I just... I needed a minute."
"It's okay. I told you, I knew how you'd react. I was right, by the way." She forced a light hearted laugh. "I guess I just wasn't prepared to feel like this."
"Myka, why would you... how could you even consider..."
"I didn't. At first... I wanted a child with you, I want a child with you. At first it didn't matter where our baby came from; who it came from or what country it came from. I just wanted us to have a child together." Myka sat in front of Helena and took her hands into her own.
"Artifacts always have a down side." Helena bit the inside of her cheek, trying to prevent herself from crying, but it didn't work. "What if..."
"I know." Myka wiped her tears away. "I talked to Mrs. Fredric, I talked to Claudia. They helped me find the safest artifacts, then I did my own research on all of them. 23 artifacts; and I worked faster doing inventory so I could have time to do research. I wouldn't just suggest something like this without finding out everything I could first."
"Myka."
"Let me finish. You promised." Helena looked up and nodded. "I narrowed it down, and there are artifacts where the downside is close to nothing. The baby wouldn't be affected. We don't have to go into detail now, but just tell me you'll consider it."
"Why? You said before that you didn't care where our child came from. Why do you care now?"
"I see her." Myka closed her eyes.
"Her?" Helena's voice shook, her heart had begun to race, and she couldn't control it.
"Yes. Helena, she's beautiful. She looks just like you, but with my curls, unfortunately..."
"I love your curls." Both women smiled.
"I know. Your eyes... she has your eyes. She's both of us Helena. I remember everything about her... her laugh. I'm in love with her, with our child. I see her every night when I close my eyes, I see us together."
"I've seen her too."
"You have!?"
"Yes. The way you describe her. I've seen her... the night you asked me for a child. I had a dream about her, running through the grass, truly free." Helena pulled Myka into a gentle embrace. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes. We may use an artifact; however, I want to join you to research the top candidates." Helena pulled back to look Myka in the eye. She nodded and found Helena's lips in a kiss that was simply love.
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"God! What is wrong with you two? You're either storming out of the room, or practically doing it on the couch..." Claudia walked in on Myka and Helena making out on the couch a few days after their little talk. "Wait... you guys didn't do it on the couch did you." Helena smirked, Myka blushed. "Never mind! I don't want to know." Claudia turned around and left the room, bumping into Leena and Pete in the dining room. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you."
Their positions were reversed from the last time they made out on the couch. Helena was on top, only she lacked Myka's restraint and control; so hips were grinding down, hands beneath thin fabric, scratching at soft pale skin.
"I made an appointment with Dr. Calder."
"You did?"
"Yes. I want to make sure I'm healthy, although I do think you should carry our child."
"Really?" Myka smiled, leaning back into the couch, her hands still stroking Helena's sides.
"Really my darling Myka."
"Okay. When is your appointment?"
"A few weeks. You think you can wait that long love?" She chuckled at Myka who was now pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Yes. I can wait. Now... we have to tell everyone. I mean, they know... sort of, but we should tell them formally."
"We'll tell them... tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow. Now can we go back to doing this?" Myka placed a hand behind Helena's head and slowly pulled her down so their lips met once again.
"Seriously!?" Pete walked in the room.
"Pete!"
"What? That's why we have rooms people! Use them."
In a second, Pete was left standing alone in the living room while the footsteps of his two friends retreated towards the stairs, up the stairs, to their bedroom. He sighed. "Man... I seriously need to get laid."
Okay... so now I need to research an artifact because I'm an idiot! What should it be? IDK. I guess we'll see in a few chapters. I feel like I keep making things harder for myself. Anyway, thank you for reading. You guys are the best. Lots of Love. I Smell Apples.
