I thought that today would be the perfect day to post the last chapter in this series. When the first idea hit me months ago, I had no idea this would turn into a 13 chapters series. This series is done for now but some characters have decided to move in my head so it's possible they may come back one day. A huge thank you to EridaniMoon for the beta and from stopping me from doing the unthinkable with this chapter. Thank you as well to Ms17sth and Xenite for reviewing each chapter. Merci!

Doubts

Myka whirled around to face her wife. The shock was evident on her face as she demanded, "What do you mean, you too?"

Helena tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling as she replied, "I mean, I too am with child. I did a test that confirmed it last week. I wanted it to be a surprise."

Myka's shock grew and shaking her head to clear it, she stated, "Well obviously you succeeded. How far along are you?"

Placing her hand over her abdomen, Helena replied, "Six weeks."

Myka silently cursed. "I'm four weeks along. I can't believe Vanessa didn't say anything!"

Helena tried her best not to look guilty, but Myka noticed the blush on her wife's cheeks right away. Narrowing her eyes, she growled, "Helena? What did you do?"

The answer came a bit too fast to be credible. "Nothing!"

Helena started playing with the foam, taking some in her hand and blowing on it softly to make it fly. Myka waited patiently for her wife to spill it out. The Brit wouldn't meet Myka's eyes as she explained, "We... we didn't go to see Dr. Calder this time. We used a more... primitive technique."

Myka felt like the water had just turned to ice. All the good feelings she had been experiencing just minutes before were gone now; washed away with two simple words. Fighting to keep the hysterical tone out of her voice, she demanded, "What do you MEAN, you used a more 'primitive technique'?"

"Exactly how it sounds, darling." Helena lifted one long leg out of the tub, running her hand over the smooth skin before finally meeting Myka's eyes and questioning, 'What did you think I meant?"

Myka met Helena's eyes and replied, "Exactly what the term implies- that you had sex with Pete in order to become pregnant."

Helena's eyes narrowed, "Good God, darling! Why ever would I do something like that? Do you really think that with two children and a wife as sexy as you at home, that I would have the energy to go chasing after a stupid man? Please!" Rolling her eyes at the idea, Helena smiled, adding, "I guess I should say that it was a primitive twist on our usual technique."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Confused, Myka rose from the tub, stepped out and wrapped her robe around her before turning to face her wife. "Maybe I've got pregnancy brain already, but you're not making a damn bit of sense."

"A turkey baster, Myka." Shrugging at the other woman's shocked look, Helena explained, "I went to see Pete and asked him if he would agree to have another child with me; that I wanted to surprise you. He talked about it with Lauren and they agreed. When the time came, Vanessa wasn't available and I didn't want to wait another month and didn't know what to do. Then Pete suggested something he'd seen in a movie. We would use a turkey baster! Pete did his thing in one room and then Lauren brought me the cup in another room. I inseminated myself, alone. Completely alone, I swear to you."

Myka took a deep breath and tried to calm down before she looked at Helena. The woman who had taken her heart looked at her with so much sincerity that Myka felt awful for overreacting. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Myka whispered, "Helena, I... I don't know what to say. I'm sorry doesn't cut it, but it's all I have. Can you ever forgive me for doubting you? I didn't mean to doubt you, but the thought of losing you... Please, Helena! Can you forgive me?"

Helena studied her wife, her emotions driving her to scream and rail at the other woman, but she couldn't just throw away their years together; couldn't destroy their family because of a misunderstanding. Blinking back tears, she whispered, "I wish that I could say that I've forgiven you, Myka. It hurts that you would think so little of me, of our marriage. You accused me of cheating on you; of breaking the vows I made to love and honor you, and it hurts to see how quickly you jumped to conclusions. It's as if... as if you were expecting me to cheat on you... Why Myka? Why would I do that?"

Shaking her head, Helena cried, "You don't trust me."

Myka was stunned. "Of course I trust you!" Crossing the distance between them, Myka cupped Helena's face in her hands, whispering, "You are my LIFE, Helena!"

Helena shook her head. "No, you don't… Not really. If you did, you wouldn't have accused me of cheating on you. I know I should have explained better when I told you I was pregnant, but the thing is, you don't trust me. After all this time; all I did for you, you still don't trust me to love you."

"That's not true!" Panic began to fill Myka at Helena's words, and shaking her head in denial, she screamed, "NO! I will not let a simple misunderstanding tear us apart! We have to fix this Hel... For you and me and the kids!"

"Do NOT bring our children into this!" Rising from the tub like Venus from the sea, Helena's eyes flashed dangerously as she hissed, "This is about us- you and me, and your lack of faith in me. I was trying to do something special for you, Myka and it's turned into a disaster because no trust."

"I DO trust you!" Dropping into a dejected slump on the closed toilet, tears began to track down Myka's face as she whispered, "What the hell happened? Ten minutes ago we were so happy and now... God, Helena... please don't let this tear us apart. I couldn't bear it if you left me."

"I'm not leaving." Helena's tone echoed with her own sorrow, and swiping at the tears on her face, she whispered, "But I think we need some time apart. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight and maybe by tomorrow things will be a little less tender to our emotions."

"Why?" Shaking her head, Myka's eyes flashed with anger, she demanded, "Why now? We've had fights before, much worse than this, and you've never considered leaving; even if it was just to the guest room. What's changed?"

"What do you mean?" Confusion filled Helena's face as she shook her head, stating, "No, there is no artifact that's caused this Myka. This is something of our own doing, so stop trying to find the easy excuse. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll fetch my clothes from our... from your room and retire for the evening."

"No, damn it!" Throwing her hands up in frustration as her wife ignored her words and pushed past her, Myka looked wildly around, trying to spot something out of place, something new that could be causing this. Coming up empty, she met her reflection in the mirror and promised, "I won't give up. Something or someone is behind this and I'm damned well going to get to the bottom of this!"

Her resolve strengthening her, Myka stalked out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen, her mind on her hidden stash of Twizzlers. Pausing in the family room to pick one of Em's toys up and place it in the toy chest, she turned towards the kitchen once more and then froze. Turning on her heel, she stared at the chair she'd never seen before, her head tipped to the side. Moving closer, she studied the piece of furniture and sighed. Surely it couldn't be THAT easy! Snagging her Farnsworth from the top of the mantel, she dialed Claudia, whom she knew was working late at the warehouse. Forcing a smile into her tone, she said, "Hey Claud! I was wondering if you could do me a HUGE favor? Yeah... Could you bring the neutralizing spray unit here to the house? I think we might have a problem... Oh, and could you PLEASE not mention this to Artie? Yeah... Ok, see you in a bit!"

Closing the Farnsworth, she crossed to the couch that the children had nearly destroyed with their play and dropped onto it, crossing her arms and glaring at her new nemesis.

Frowning at the chair in front of her, Claudia stated, "Myka, it's a rocking chair. Why the hell did you drag me out here for a rocking chair?"

"Helena and I... sorta had a fight." Blushing as she made the confession, Myka added, "She doesn't believe that there's an artifact that caused the fight, but this is the only new thing that I know about in our house."

"Again, Myka, it's JUST a rocking chair." Shaking her head, Claudia turned towards the door and then froze briefly as she whispered, "Unless..."

Moving back to the rocker, she flipped it over to examine the bottom explaining, "I recently read a biography about the Lindbergh's and in it they talked about how Anne Lindberg used to sit in a chair just like this and just rock for days. If this is her chair... Shit!" Using a mini flashlight to highlight a mark on the bottom, Claudia demanded, "Where did this come from?"

"I don't know." Shaking her head, Myka waved her hand absently, stating, "I took the kids to see the doctor and I had lunch with them at Lily's while Helena stayed here and fixed our bathroom. I didn't notice it earlier, so it must have come while we were gone. Helena! Helena, come down here!"

"No!" Came the echoing reply, the Brit's tones crisp as she called, "I'm still angry with you Myka! Now leave me alone so I can sleep!"

"If you don't get your proper, pampered, British ass down here right now, I'm going to come up there and pull you down by your hair!" Startled by her own words, Myka blinked and then opened her mouth to apologize, but snapped it shut as her wife came screeching down the stairs. Catching her breath, she whispered, "Damn she's hot!"

"Please, I'm standing right here!" Rolling her eyes as Myka winked at her, Claudia plastered a bright smile on her face, saying, "Hey HG! I was wondering... Where'd you get the chair?"

"I bought it at an online auction through Sotheby's." Drawing her robe tighter around her in the other woman's presence, Helena looked down her aristocratic nose, demanding, "What are you doing with my chair?"

"Well, ah..." Stammering as she tried to find the right words, Myka shrugged, pleading, "Claud?"

"Here's the deal, HG." Highlighting the mark on the bottom of the chair once more, Claudia met the older woman's eyes, explaining, "This indicates that was an original piece of the Lindbergh estate. From what I read, Anne Lindberg used to sit in this thing for days, crying for her lost child. Charles Sr. became angry at her, telling her to not lose hope. I think those emotions became imbued in this chair and that's what's caused this rift between you two. Please, HG. Just let me take it outside and douse it with neutralizer. If it's not the problem, then I'll clean the chair up and bring it right back, I promise."

"No, absolutely not!" Fury entered the woman's dark eyes, and turning on her spouse, she hissed, "It's bad enough that you doubted me, but now you have this whole far-fetched explanation to cover your lack of faith AND you've involved Claudia! Just admit to what you've done and leave my chair alone!"

"No!" Snagging her wife by the lapels of her robe, Myka gave her a little shake, screaming, "You listen to me! There is SOMETHING in this house that is causing us to fight and I'm damn well going to find it. Now just stop acting so stupid about a damn piece of wood, and let..."

"Oh, to hell with this shit." Lifting the canister, Claudia flipped the power switch and pulled the trigger, dousing the chair in purple goo. Nodding in satisfaction as the thing sparked spectacularly, she dropped the neutralizer canister to the floor and turned to face her friends with a raised eyebrow.

Staring at her chair with shock, Helena then raised her eyes to meet Claudia's, softly questioning, "What's going on here? Claudia, why are you here and why is my chair covered with purple ick?"

Casting a curious glance in her wife's direction, Myka countered, "You don't remember what happened?"

Shaking her head, Helena replied, "I remember having a wonderful time with you in the bathtub, but nothing after that... Myka, what is going on here?"

"Oh boy... this is gonna be fun." Sighing, Claudia explained, "Apparently you bought this chair online, not knowing that it was part of the Lindberg estate. The chair was filled with countering parts of Anne Lindberg's despair and old Charles's anger. It made you two fight, Myka called me, you fought some more, I neutralized the bugger and now all's well in the world again."

Lifting her canister once more, Claudia turned towards the door, calling, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head home and see if Jinxy left me any of Leena's meatloaf. I knew I should've come home earlier!"

Shaking her head in bewilderment as the younger woman slipped out of the house, Helena stated, "I still don't know what's going on!"

Sighing, Myka led her to the sofa and explained what had happened in the bathroom, refusing to leave any part out. Nervously watching her wife as she digested the story, Myka nearly jumped out of her skin as Helena smacked her on the arm and stated, "You ninny! How could you ever believe that I would leave you? You and the children are my world, Myka. Without you, I'm nothing!"

Blushing, Myka ducked her head, murmuring, "Well, I DID doubt you when you told me about the pregnancy. Once it clicked, the only thing I could think of was that you'd had sex with Pete."

"Oh, darling, don't you know that would be impossible?" Shifting closer to her wife, Helena slid her hand inside of Myka's now-gaping robe and cupped the other woman's breast as she murmured, "He's just a dirty, old boy, and I am SO definitely into girls..."

Eight months later, Helena gave birth to Victoria Alice Josephina Wells-Bering and Myka, merely hours later, welcomed Elizabeth Juliet Anne and Edward Henry Georges Bering-Wells. Pete was ecstatic and Artie had welcomed the children with a grumble and "Of course you would give birth on the same day when we're in over our heads with the inventory!"

The End