Authors Note: Go Steph, 59 minute turn around on this chapter!

Authors Note2: Sorry for the delay, this whole job thing, yea it sucks.

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Disclaimer: I am only playing with the charters that aren't original, so I only have rights to Chris! AKA: PLEASE DON'T SUE!

After dinner I found myself wrapped in Heather's arms sitting on the couch, watching the opening of John Tucker Must Die. Heather and I had really wanted to watch Ultraviolet but Lindsey had protested that it was way too scary and that the chick flick they were currently watching would be a much better movie for all of them to watch.

Heather and I were puzzling over what was so scary about Ultraviolet when we heard a dish shatter. We quickly hit the menu on the movie and went into the kitchen.

Heather had made the deal with Lindsey we would watch John Tucker Must Die as long as she did the dishes correctly and put them away. Chris had thought that it was a good deal and when Lindsey had started arguing had grabbed her arm, hissing at her that she should be thankful, and pulled her into the kitchen to do the dishes.

Standing in the door way I was a bit confused by the situation that was presented to me. Chris, big bad Heather in training Chris, was sitting in the corner of the kitchen, her knees pulled up to her chest, tears flowing down her face.

I picked my way across the floor, avoiding the broken dish, kneeled in front of her and removed a few of the tears. "Hey Chris, what's wrong?"

Chris looked up and shook her head and started muttering "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry."

I looked at Heather who had picked Lindsey up and put her in the living room and was picking her own way through the shattered dish to me and Chris. When Heather got to us she picked Chris up in her arms, cradling her like a small child, and carried her out of the kitchen, into the living room, and laid her on the couch. I followed them and sat on the floor by Heather while she tried to soothe Chris, uttering soft words of safety.

I turned and found my daughter standing in the door way, watching her girlfriend self destruct.

"Come here Linds." I said, opening my arms for her.

She practically ran into my arms before sinking into my lap, crying into my shoulder.

I looked up and saw Heather had pulled Chris into a similar position, rubbing her back. When both girls had stopped crying Heather moved Chris away from her a bit and cleared away the tear stains.

I watched Heather turn into this amazing mother, comforting this girl she barely knew.

"Chris, why did you freak out?" Heather asked, gently, and making sure not to sound pushy to the clearly already frightened girl.

Lindsey pulled out of my arms and pulled Chris into her own, making Heather give up her protective embrace on the girl.

Chris looked at Heather, and I'm pretty sure Heather thought the girl wasn't going to answer her when she opened her mouth. "I---- I'm adopted. M-----My, real parents..." And then she stopped talking again. I watched Heather feel for the girl and things that before had made no sense came to perfect clarity. Chris rode Lindsey so hard about her attitude not because she had a will like Heather's, which she very well may have, but because she honestly thought Lindsey didn't appreciate what she had. Chris had suffered what true abuse was and she watched Lindsey take for granted that while I got mad, I never hit her, and I would never dream of it. When I told Lindsey to do something and she didn't, the worst that happened was no dessert or she didn't get to watch t.v. that night.

I leaned forward and tucked the hair that had fallen in Chris's face behind her ear. "It's okay sweetie, Heather and I will go clean up the plate and the rest of the dishes. You and Lindsey stay in here and watch the movie. Okay?"

Chris nodded, trying to hide in Lindsey's embrace. They got up and settled into the couch and I got up and went into the kitchen.

I picked up the pieces while I listened to the two girls laugh at the movie, even if Chris's laughs were a bit shaky.

Heather walked in a few moments after I picked up all the shattered pieces of plate and went to the sink, cleaning the remaining dishes.

I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist. "Thanks for being so good with Chris." I said, my head resting on her shoulder.

Heather smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead. "No problem."

I smiled and moved next to her, drying the dishes, and we worked pretty efficiently

"Shit!" Heather hissed, pulling her hand out of the soapy water and I looked over and immediately saw blood oozing out of her finger. I grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it around her finger.

"Okay, two crises in under fifteen minutes, what the hell! Did we piss off some cosmic super evil?" I said, applying pressure to her finger to stop the bleeding and then dipped my hand in the sink, pulling out a jagged piece of plate I had missed.

Heather smiled and leaned forward, kissing me before leaning back and sighing. "My knight in slightly tarnished armor."

I grinned and poked her arm. "My armor is not tarnished."

Heather smiled and took the paper towel off her finger. The bleeding had stopped but she had a rather nasty cut. "I'll live." She said smiling.

I looked at the dishes, glad that we were done with them, and took her hand, pulling her into the living room and stopping dead in my tracks.

There on the couch, was my daughter in her bra and underwear and Chris straddling her legs in the same thing. Heather pulled me close to her, her arms going around my waist to prevent me from doing anything rash.

"Um, girls." Heather said.

They both looked up and grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch, wrapping it around themselves.

I was glad Heather was there. She could keep her cool way better then I could. "What do you think you were doing?" She asked and I had to keep myself from laughing. Everyone in that living room knew what they "thought" they were doing. They were going to have sex, in my living room, while I was in the kitchen.

Both girls had the common sense to turn red.

"That's what I thought. Go get dressed, or changed, or whatever, then you are coming back down here and we are going to have a little talk." Heather said, clearly indicating that there was no room to argue. They were going to have the group sex talk whether they liked it or not. Not only were they going to have it, but they were going to have it with a complete stranger, almost, and me, the mother.

I watched as both girls sulked upstairs, clearly not happy about the impending doom of a conversation.

I pulled out of Heather's arms and sat on the couch, running my hand through my hair. "I haven't even had the talk with Lindsey yet, and here she is trying to jump her girlfriend's bones on MY couch."

Heather came and sat beside me, rubbing my back. "Sweetie, birds and bees don't really apply to girl on girl, ya know. You have more of a birds and birds situation." Heather said, trying to lighten the mood.

I turned and smiled sarcastically at her.

She put her hands up in defense. "Hey, don't get mad at me, I was trying to make you less stressed out!"

I sighed and put my head in my hands. "I know Heather, I'm just so, ugh!"

I felt her hand rest on my back rubbing small circles. "Sweetie, take a look at your situation right now, ugh is a perfectly acceptable feeling."

I laughed and leaned into her, extremely grateful for her presence, even if she was going to make me have a very hard talk with my daughter.

At that moment both girls came back down stairs, dressed in boxers and t-shirts, their hair pulled back and they sat on the floor, Chris putting her arms around Lindsey.

I leaned on Heather listening to her give them a very stern lecture on how waiting is a key part of a relationship and that they probably weren't ready for all the extra emotional stress that came with the sex.

And that's about all I got before I drifted to sleep.

I felt the slight nudging at my arm first, then I heard the hazy whispers of my name and then finally I felt a pair of very soft lips smash onto mine, making sure I got the message that if I woke up good things were in my future.

I stretched out and heard things in my body pop and crack that reminded me I was getting older. When I opened my eyes I saw a very refreshed Heather sitting beside me, on my bed.

"Uhmmm, good morning sweetie." She said smiling down, and gracing me with another kiss.

I smiled back at her and nodded. "Good morning indeed." Then I remembered that I had not fallen asleep in bed or unclothed and tilted my head on my pillow. "Did you carry me up here and undress me?" I asked.

She nodded her answer and I took her hand and kissed it. "Thanks."

She smiled and sat beside me for a while. Then she sighed, and my heart dropped into my stomach. Sighs before the conversation started is never a good sign.

"Look, I don't know how to tell you this…." I listened to her start then trail off.

I sat up and pulled the bed sheets around me, bracing myself for the impending doom.

"I know you feel asleep while I was talking to the girls last night."

I nodded in agreement.

"Well after I brought you upstairs and tucked you in, I went to their room to check on them, and well…." And I listened as she trailed off again.

Then all of the little synapses fired, or connected or what ever it is that they do, and I almost cried, or screamed. Heather had walked in on my little girl…..OHMIGOD!