A/N Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the delay, crazy work hours are to blame.
I am changing things up a bit. There will still be interruptions in the fluffy times with B&W, just not in this chapter.
Maybe.
All mistakes are mine. And MINE alone.
Myka knocked on the door a second time. Looking up at the yellow porch light that was on for her. Myka watched the small moths dancing around the glass panes of the light fixture, listening for any sounds from inside her friend's home. She leaned toward the window, balancing the box of Chinese take out in one arm, her other hand against the cool glass, peering into the window
"Amanda, it's Myka, everything okay?" the Profiler said, raising her voice with each word.
Her FBI training started to kick in as she set the box of take-out down on the porch chair and instinctively reached to her right hip for her weapon. "Damn it!" Myka cursed under her breath, remembering she locked her gun away in her car that was parked in the driveway.
Myka rushed down the steps of the porch, heading for her car, and halted at the trunk. She was unlocking her weapons case.
" Hey, did you forget something?" Amanda said.
"Jesus Amanda! You scared the shit out me!" The Profiler said as she slammed the trunk down.
"I thought you FBI people were always aware of your surroundings" Amanda said. A smart ass grin crossing over her lips.
"Ha ha, very funny. Christ Amanda, you didn't answer the door and I didn't hear anything, so I thought something...I mean," Myka was stuttering as she rubbed the back of her neck "I mean, God forbid anything happened to you and the kids on my watch."
"Your watch? Ummm...and here I thought you and I were hanging out tonight, as friends, because our husbands are working the night shift," Amanda said, hooking her arm in Myka's as she led them into the house. "Helena isn't my husband" Myka shot back.
Amanda opened the cartons of Chinese take out, still smiling to herself after seeing Myka in Pete Jr's. room. She had been leaning against the door jamb, watching Myka's face light up when PJ hugged her and mumbled in a sleepy voice - 'But I'm not sleepy, Auntie Mykes.' That smile stayed with Amanda as she quietly withdrew and went back to the kitchen and waited.
Myka walked down the stairs from Pete Jr.'s bedroom with a crooked grin on her face. She basked in the warm glow that filled her chest. Myka was humming and smiling as she went into the kitchen, helping Amanda dish out the take out and pouring drinks.
"He is so sweet. I still can't believe PJ is almost 5, he is getting so big," Myka said, joining her friend in the kitchen.
Amanda laughed as she handed Myka a Dirty Vodka Martini, three olives. "Yeah, sweet now that he is asleep. You should have seen him before you got here. After his bath, he was running through the house, buck-ass naked. Oh yeah, so sweet" Amanda said.
Myka chuckled and shook her head.
"I finally cornered him in the bedroom." Amanda said as she waved her hand toward the bedroom. "He was screaming and carrying on."
"What brought all that on?" Myka asked.
"PJ wanted to wear Pete's Browns football jersey instead of the jammies I was trying to put on him." Amanda sighed a little as she gave Myka a sideways glance. "Ever since they, you know, Pete and HG started working nights…it's just…PJ misses his Dad...and HG."
Both women leaned against the counter, lost in their own melancholy. Myka swayed toward Amanda, lightly bumping her shoulder. A soft gurgle from Janie shook the two women out of their somber mood.
Myka took the bowl of Shrimp Lo Mein from Amanda. "Is that why you didnt answer the door when I knocked the first few times? Myka said as she watched her friend smile. "You know, I went to my car to get my weapon when you didn't respond." Myka said.
"Jeezes Myka, you really are a 'mother hen' at heart" Amanda said.
Myka snorted " Am not, take that back. You know how I feel about having kids." She said as she accepted the baby out of Amanda's arms.
Amanda quirked an eyebrow as she set down the Martini shaker and sat across the table from her friend. Watching as Myka helded little Janie, cooing and nuzzling the little baby. "Yes, it is so clear you do not want kids, in an obvious sort of way." Amanda smirked. Myka shot her friend an icy glare, balancing the little baby in one arm as she scooped up a few noodles with the chopsticks in her other hand.
"You didn't finish telling me how your trip to London for the holiday went. Last I recall, you had Christmas dinner with Helena's family?" Amanda said.
Myka shook her head as she slurped up a noodle hanging from her chopsticks. "It went well, I guess." Myka shrugged. "Helena's parents were nice. Asked a lot of questions about my family, where I grew up. My plans for the future. You know, family stuff. And if I wanted to start one, the usual stuff parents ask," Myka said, as she sipped her drink.
She saw the shift in Amanda's face at the last part of what she said. Myka mentally chastised herself. She should have known better. Tens of thousands of interviews she had conducted over the years with the FBI. Years spent concealing her emotions when interviewing witnesses. With one unconscious slip, she knew she had opened the floodgates. Myka sat back, eyeing her friend. Watching as the knowing grin on Amanda's face grew. "Okay, FINE!" Myka said as she threw up her one arm in mock surrender.
Amanda grinned - "Okay, just let me grab the bassinet for little Janie, hold that thought." Myka cradled the little baby, watching as Amanda rushed around the kitchen setting everything up.
Myka set the little girl into the bassinet, cooing and smiling as she nuzzled Janie. Amanda handed Myka the warm bottle."Here, she should be fine for awhile," Amanda said. Janie took the bottle, kicking her feet happily
Myka sat back down, running her hand through her curls, then sipping on her drink "I can't believe she is already four months old, and look at you." Myka gestured toward Amanda as she got up and went to the sink, pouring the last of her drink down the sink. Myka rummaged through the fridge, grabbing a bottle of seltzer. "Good God 'manda, you would never know you just had a baby," Myka said, in between sips of the seltzer water. Amanda smiled at Myka as she sat back down.
"Okay, enough of this love fest with Janie and my post-baby figure. You, Ms. FBI are deflecting," Amanda said, pointing at Myka as she sat down. "Remember, I teach twelfth graders, I am ALL knowing and ALL seeing, so, spill, what happened in London?"
Myka finished of the last of the seltzer. "Well, after dinner with Helena's family, we went back to her room and you know...we...well, that was when Helena said that she wanted to have kids with me," Myka sighed.
"I mean, Jesus, I was still was com… you know, when she said that." Myka said, lowering her voice as she leaned forward, her hands clutched around the bottle. "What was I suppose to say...God Baby, I'm coming and yes, I will mother your children?" Myka sighed as she sat back.
"Okay, great sex and heavy conversation," Amanda said as she got up with the now empty baby bottle. "Come on Myka, you have known from the get go that Helena loves kids. She never hid that from you." Amanda said, sitting back down. She tucked the blanket under little Janie's chin. Turning herself to face her friend. "Admit it Myka, if it was a deal breaker with you, you would have cut your losses and ran for the hills." Amanda said.
Myka dropped her head into her hands. "When did life get so complicated?" Myka asked.
"Hey, Myka, look at me" Amanda said, grabbing the Profilers hands. "If life was easy, we would all be riding rainbows."
Myka sighed as she sat back, rubbing the bridge of her nose. She straighten up, gulping down the rest of Amandas drink. " Yeah, soooo, I know you like to live vicariously through me. So, what do you want to hear?" Myka said.
Amanda eyed her friend, knowing all she wanted was to help. "Okay, great sex, mind blowing orgasim. Then HG says she wants to have your children. So, is that pretty much it, in a nutshell?"
"Yeah, pretty much, except for all the fun things we did at the Tate Museum." Myka smirked.
"And I want to hear all about that. After you tell me what happened between you two when Helena made that declaration." Amanda said.
Myka blushed, then cleared her throat. "Okay, after we...you know, Helena was still on top of me. I could see the panic in her eyes, But I knew it took all the courage she had to say this to me." Myka said, looking away.
"And..what did you say and do next?" Amanda asked.
"I wussed out, sort of. I rolled us both over, yanking her pants off as I kissed all over her skin. Trying to get Helena, get myself, to forget what she had said." Myka sighed. "But, of course, Helena being Helena...," Myka said as she waved her hand up toward the ceiling.. "I gave in when she pulled my face up and our eyes met."
Amanda looked at her friend "And where was your face?" Amanda asked slyly.
"You know damn well where my face was. Stop being a smart ass, 'manda." Myka huffed.
Pouring another drink for both of them. Amanda leaned back, raising her glass and giving Myka a silent nod to continue. " I told her I didn't want to talk about it but, I could see I needed to say something to her." Passing over the last Dim Sum to Amanda, Myka continued "I told Helena I would think about kids after we found a house to settle in to. That brought a big smile to her face and then she thanked me," Myka said, a blush spreading to both cheeks.
"Oh yeah, and how did HG thank you?" Amanda smirked.
"Helena was ever the gentlewoman with me and showed us around London. We visited places where she grew up." Myka said. Junting her jaw out.
"You know what I mean, Myka. HG had to be tickled pink that you were now considering starting a family with her." Amanda said as she held little Janie, kissing the blonde tuft of hair on top of the baby's head. Ignoring Myka postering.
"I tried my best to hold fast about kids. We were at the Tower of London when I finally broke down and decided we needed to talk about it". Myka said. Watching Amanda shake her head no to another drink. "We went with Charles and his wife... Helena and I were playing with her niece and nephew in the courtyard," Myka sighed, sipping her drink she had made for herself. Myka continued, "The kids were piled on top of me after a game of tag. Helena was laughing as she watched the next generation of Wells climbing all over me."
Amanda held up her hand "Okay, seriously? You were playing TAG in front of the Tower of London?"
Myka nodded and continued. "I saw Charles wrap his arm around Helenas shoulder. Pulling her close as he looked over at his offspring who had decided to play 'King of The Mountain' on top of me. 'She is a keeper' Charles semi-whispered. Knowing I would hear him. 'Subtle Charles, I don't think that American couple across the pond quite heard you' Helena said. She shoved Charles away with a bump of her hip against his," Myka said.
Amanda raised an eyebrow, waiting for Myka to finish her story.
"Later, Helena and I found ourselves alone as we wandered the grounds. I pulled Helena into my arms." Myka's blush faded as she spoke up. "I told Helena I couldn't get the image of a curly, raven haired little girl out of my mind. She hugged me and said the first thing we needed to do when we got back was to go house hunting."
"Hey Boss, oops, I mean Partner." Pete said, grinning as he spread out the styrofoam containers on the office table. "Breakfast is served, Mi'Ladies"
"Please tell me you have some Black Crack in one of those bags, Pete," Claudia said, peeling herself off the couch.
Helena got up from the drafting table and walked over to inspect the feast Pete had spread out. "Black Crack? You do realize that I run a drug-free company, yes?" Helena said. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised and arms crossed as she watched Claudia dig through the brown bag. Shaking the small, white cup in front of the Engineer.
"Black Crack HG, you know? Cafe Cubano," Claudia said, as she sat down sniffing at the eggs and Black beans and rice.
Pete laughed as he doused his eggs with hot sauce. "Pure caffeine and sugar HG, none of that diluted, watered down stuff. Claudstier here, will be bouncing off the walls in a few minutes." Pete said. Helena let out a small huff of air. Running her fingers over her ponytail, she picked at her meal. Wishing she was back home, curled around her love.
"Ufuf bun keft aaft?" Pete mumbled, his mouth full of eggs.
"No Peter, help your self" Helena said as she pushed her toast towards Pete.
"You could understand that?" Claudia said, looking over the rim of her Black Crack at HG.
"I speak four languages, fluently, one of them being Rude American," Helena said with a smirk. Claudia snorted and tossed a napkin at Pete.
"Hey! I resent that remark HG, and you better be nice to me or I'm telling your wife about you keeping her unmentionable lacy, you know what, in your desk draw," Pete said, and then promptly shoved a guava and cream cheese pastillita in his mouth.
"Myka is not my wife!" Helena said. "At least not yet," she mumbled, glaring at the two of them as they snickered at her last remark.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Boss" Pete said as he wiped his hands off with the napkin Claudia had thrown at him. "The only thing missing is the white picket fence and the 2.5 kids."
Seeing the lines forming on her friends brow. Claudia slapped the back of Pete's head. "Dude, so not cool, you know how Annie Oakley feels about popping out rugrats."
Pete rubbed the back of his head."Hey, that hurt and...who the H E double L hockey sticks is Annie Okra?"
Claudia rolled her eyes "Really?... Annie OAKLEY, Wild Bill Hickok and his Wild West show?...Annie was the best sharpshooter..like ever! " Claudia said.
Pete shrugged his shoulders "Is it out on DVD? Or is it one of those Graphic comic books? Because if there are no pics, I ain't biting."
"Oh yee of little brain cells" Claudia smirked.
Helena held her hands up "Oh do stop it, you two! For your information, Annie...Myka and I had a long conversation in London on said topic Peter, there will be no 2.5 kids. And, for the record, Myka has agreed to consider one of us 'popping out rugrats', as you so eloquently put it, my young Ms Donovan. Myka is contemplate the idea of expanding our family. After we have established a homestead."
Both Pete and Claudia stopped, a piece of the pastillita hanging from Pete's mouth. Claudia trying frantically to wipe Black Crack from her chin. "Hey Hey Hey," Pete said, as both of them high-fived each other. "Way to go Boss!"
Helena restrained the smile begging to be set free from her lips. "Stop calling me Boss!" Helena said as she crinkled her nose. Watched her co-workers/friends go back to enjoying their Cuban breakfast...dinner?
What do you call eggs, bacon and black beans and rice at 11:00pm?
Working nights were beginning to take its toll on Helena's cerebral cortex.
"Excuse me, duty calls," Helena said. Feeling the vibration of her phone in her shirt pocket. Glad for the distraction. Helena grabbed her Earl Gray tea as she walked out of the construction trailer.
Making her way behind the trailer, she tried to find a quiet spot from all the flashing yellow barricades and back-up alarm bells from the equipment. She smiled at the picture of Myka and her in front of the Tower of London that popped up on her phone.
"Hello, Love."
"Well, Hello to you too, sweetheart," came a voice that was NOT Myka.
Helena tried to quickly catch her breath as she realized that it was not Myka on the other end of the phone. "Amanda?..is..what happened, is Myka alright?"
Amanda gave a slight chuckle to try and break the tension she heard in her friends voice. "No worries, 'mother hen 2. Myka is safe and sound. We had a few drinks and I told her to sleep in our guest room tonight, instead of driving home...HG?"
Helena could not find her breath, any breath at all. Helena gripped the side of the trailer. She felt the air in her lungs being ripped out. Memories of that night when the hospital called. Asking for permission to perform a MRI on Myka shook Helena to the bottom of her soul. She couldn't do it. Helena knew she could never survive losing Myka. She would chase the Devil himself around Perdition's Flames to keep Myka safe from harm.
Helena knew that she needed Myka. She needed to hold Myka in her arms.
'Tonight our bed is cold, washed from the absent of our love,' Helena said to no one.
"HG...Helena? " Amanda's voice shook Helena out of that dark place. "Its okay, Myka just had a few too many to drink." Amanda said. "I just wanted to call you , to tell you Myka is spending the night here at the house," Amanda assured her.
Helena let out a shaky sigh, " Amanda, please do me a favor, give PJ and Janie a extra peck on the cheek for me. Please?" Amanda frowned. Clutching her chest, she could feel the worry from the sound of Helena's voice.
"Helena, everyone is fine. I promise." Amanda let out a breath, not realising she had been holding it in. "Just bring Peter home to us." Amanda whispered.
The absence of Pete at night was taking its toll on her and PJ. Luckyly, little Janie was to young to notice the absence of her father.
Amanda knew HG was missing Myka and the kids, but had faith that she would keep Pete safe.
Amanda paused before pressing the end-call button. She smiled as she looked at the wallpaper on the screen.
Helena's face beaming as Myka gave her a kiss on her cheek.
Helena had thanked Amanda for tucking Myka in bed. She gave Pete a hug and kissed a sleeping PJ. She handed Janie back to Amanda, thanking her for the change of clothes as she closed the guest bedroom door.
The faint wisp of Chanel No. 5 lingered in the air. Even in her deepest REM cycle, Myka's olfactory caught the faint scent. Subconsciously inhaling the intoxicating aroma as she rolled over, hugging the pillow closer to her.
Helena stood at the edge of the room, her back against the closed door. Her heart swelled with love and adoration. She matched her breaths with each chest fall from the sleeping Goddess that laid on the Queen bed. The Engineer's lips curled at that thought. How apropos that her Exquisite Goddess, embraced by Morpheous, was enveloped by downy warmth on a Queen bed.
Helena unbuttoned her light blue blouse, her nipples hardening as her eyes caressed the beauty who laid before her. She tossed her shirt over the chair, her eyes never leaving the heavenly form that is Myka. The Brit removed those damn Black steel-toed Boots and socks. Standing up, she unzipped, then shimming out of her jeans. She Smirked to herself, 'no more button-fly jeans, Baby' remembering Myka's words whispered in her ear that day Helena brought the new jeans home.
Helena had stripped off the last of her undergarments. She stood nude, night clothes in hand, at the foot of the bed. Contemplating whether she should forgo the clothes. Helena had the overwhelming need to feel the warmth of Myka on her skin. Her breath hitched as the white sheet slipped down to rest just around Myka's waist when she rolled onto her back. Myka let out a soft moan, whispering 'Helena' as her hips arched.
Helena felt a jolt of electricity run down her spine and settle between her hips. Her eyes tracing over Myka's sleeping form. Clad only in a gray tank top and a simple pair of white cotton undies, Helena thought Myka was the most heavenly beauty she had ever laid eyes upon. Love and reviver were slowly turning into lust and need as Helena dropped the night clothes on the floor and started to crawl under the crisp, white sheets.
The stillness of the early morning hour was broken when Myka let out another soft moan - "Baby?" Helena wrapped her arm around her American's waist, pressing the front of her body flush to the back of Myka's.
"Yes, my love, I'm here" Helena whispered next to Myka's ear. Her hand slipping under the hem of the Profiler's tank. Helena's fingers traveled under the band of those simple white cotton undies. Myka moaned at the feel of deft fingers slipping between her moist folds. She arched her hips forward as she reached back, grasping her Engineers neck. Her fingers tangled into silken locks, turning her head as she pulled Helena's head closer to her.
The kiss was soft, achingly tender in its emotions conveyed between the two lovers. Lips pressing gently together. Helenas tongue traced across Mykas lips as she slid her other arm under her Profilers head, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Their legs intertwining, Helena wanted, needed to feel the love of her life, safely wrapped in her arms.
Their kiss, slowly deepened with each second that passed by. Myka let out a low groan, canting her hips into Helena's hand as her Brit brought her to new heights of pleasure. Helenas palm brushed against Mykas bundle of nerves with each thrust as she curled her fingers up, just so. "Yes my love, let go." Helena rasped out as she felt her lover's walls tightening around her fingers. Knowing she was falling over the edge of bliss.
Helena sighed, kissing the back of Myka's neck as she felt the last of her American shutter.
"Mmmm, I just love when you are the big spoon," Myka mumbled as she drifted into her slumber. "I just love you, my darling Goddess."
The next morning, Amanda awoke, stretching as she rolled over. Hugging Pete close. Then the panic set in. No crying, no rambunctious 5 year old jumping on the bed. Amanda felt her chest tighten as she jumped out of bed. Rushing over to the cradle, all she found was a note where her daughter should have been. 'In the kitchen, Love.'
Amanda stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, watching the scene unfold.
Myka stared across the table as Helena held Janie and cooed at her. If Myka never thought Helena could be more appealing, she was wrong. Seeing Helena smile and engage the baby made Myka's heart swell with joy. Helena finally looked up, just as PJ was insisting that Myka color with him. Helena smiled to see Myka so patient with the boy and doing exactly as he asked. "No use bwue for the sky," he instructed. And Myka did.
The two looked at one another and locked eyes. It wasn't' just seeing each other in a new light -
it was seeing each other in the future.