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Dropping a hot pan into the sink Myka cursed and held her hand with a damp dish cloth as she rushed around her small kitchen trying to prepare dinner for two in a short space of time. After the amazing speech Helena had given to the world the historian wanted to do something special for the now ex-actress, so decided to create a surprise home cooked three course meal for them both. However in Myka's haste and with the added consideration that her cookery skills were lacking, the experience was proving a little more difficult than she had first anticipated.

Myka looked at the wall clock, Helena could arrive at any moment. The historian caught sight of herself in the mirror and spotted flour streaked marks all down her black denim legs with the odd splattering of white hand prints. 'Crap!' Whipping her jeans off Myka tussled with her overflowing wardrobe to find the perfect item when the knock at the door came. Dropping everything in her hands the historian ran to peer through the peep hole and threw the door open the instant she spotted her girlfriend on the other side of the frame.

Without a word uttered Myka flew into Helena's arms and wrapped herself tightly around the raven haired woman kissing every inch of the actresses porcelain face. 'I love you so much Helena Wells.'

Grinning with heart a flutter Helena dropped her bags and hoisted Myka onto her hips as she walked them both in to the historian's home lips pressed firmly together.

'Now that is what a call a welcome home.' Helena kissed the tip of Myka's nose and gazed into the beautiful green eyes belonging to the women she loved. 'I love you too so much Myka Bering.'

'I'm so glad your back. 'Myka breathlessly stole another kiss. 'I couldn't have waited to see you until tomorrow.'

'Neither I darling.' Helena pressed Myka up against the hallway wall and noticed the soft bare skin beneath her hands. 'You seem to have forgotten your trousers love. Not that I'm complaining... I was just wondering if it was intentional?' Helena's voice purred with a silky soft smoothness that made Myka's spine tingle as she let her thumbs hook over the museum curators knicker line.

Feeling Helena pull her in closer Myka clamped her legs tighter around the actress and let her head roll back against the wall. This hadn't been the plan ...but suddenly it seemed like a very fortunate turn if events...that was until the fire alarm sounded from the dining room and smoke began to drift from the kitchen.

'Jeez. No..no...Helena...quick put me down. That wasn't the plan...' Myka smiled softly at the look of disappointment on her girlfriends face, she decided to add... 'Well not the plan for now anyway...later definitely. ' Myka winked and ran towards the smoke filled room.

Shut out of the kitchen Helena took in her surroundings. Myka's home was a little cluttered with every wall jam packed with books of every genre. The shelves and surfaces were adorned with antiques and historic artefacts of all eras. The extraordinary mish-mash of treasures could so easily have been chaotic but with the clever historian behind the display she had created a lovely home that was only warm and welcoming.

Helena picked up her bags and placed them on the sofa. She stood with her hands on hips looking all around as she took in Myka Bering's home. The actress shook her head slightly bemused with herself. She had just given up everything for a woman who's home she ahd never even been to before….it really must be love she thought. Never in her life had she ever felt like such a giddy schoolgirl…even at school !

Gazing at the various knick knacks and paintings Helena couldn't help imagine how easily Myka's things would suit her old family home, she could now understand exactly why Myka had so quickly fallen in love with her parents house.

A clatter rang out from the still smoking kitchen causing the raven haired woman to jump. 'Myka darling can I lend a hand in there?' Helena spoke with amused trepidation.

'I uhh. No sweetie just go on through to your left and take a seat ...' There was another crash. ..' I'll be right there. '

Helena smiled and did as she was told. Opening the dining room door she found a retro 1970s style table and chairs set up with an assortment of candles while the further bookshelves along the walls were lined with bright white tiny bulbs. In the corner a 60s record player played tunes from Simon and Garfunkle on a crackley vinyl. Instantly Helena felt at ease. Myka's home felt like somewhere she was returning to rather than discovering for the first time.

'Sweetie. Take a seat ...I don't want to spill this on you.' Myka bundled into the room with trays balanced on both hands precariously.

'Darling you didn't need to go to such trouble.' Helena grinned at her flustered girlfriend placing hot bowls and plates onto the table.

Myka paused and looked at her girlfriend incredulously. 'Helena. I really, really did. You just gave up your livelihood for me!'

'Darling don't be so dramatic.'

'Me dramatic. You sweetie are hardly one to talk after your latest performance.' Myka placed a bowl of soup in front of Helena and pecked her girlfriend on the lips before taking the chair opposite.

'Well thank you then. It's an excellent surprise'. The actress raised a curious eyebrow as she tipped her spoon into the soup placed in front or her. It was bright purple, and from the depths of the bowl she managed to pull out what looked like a runner bean. ' Love ? What exactly is this soup of yours ? '

'Oh umm... Beetroot and bean chutney something or other.' Myka remained distracted as she lit the rest of the tea lights on the table.

Helena eyeballed her bizarre soup precariously...she could hardly not try it after all of Myka's effort at creating a lovely romantic meal. 'It's very...ummm... Bridget Jones darling.' Helena smiled taking a sneaky sniff of the strange concoction...it was hard to tell if it was edible or not

' Bridget Jones ? ' Myka sat back spoon in hand.

'You really don't do movies do you darling? This is something I will have to educate in. You must know of Bridget Jones at least?...anyway there's this scene where she makes soup with blue string and it dyes the food itself...' Helena grinned at her confused girlfriend.

'Forget about it darling. I'll add it to a list I'm mentally preparing for your education. It looks delicious.' Helena gulped and spooned a mouthful of the strange liquid into her mouth. Struggling not to cough against the vinegary substance Helena swallowed and pursed her lips. ' It's ..I...um...lovely darling. Where did you say you got the recipe ? '

' I didn't ... It's one my Nan wrote down for me. I always used to love it as a kid.'

'You did ?' Helena winced as she took another mouthful .

'Yeh. It's good isn't it. I always loved coming home from school to nana's homemade soup.'

Helena tried her hardest to hide her horror as she chewed on one of the string beans. 'I can only imagine.'

Myka smiled and took her first sip of her starter. She could hardly wait to get that nostalgic feeling...it must be good too as Helena looked like she was really enjoying it. The historian closed her eyes and waited for the familiar warm fuzzy feeling... It never came. 'My God. What the hell is this ?! ' Myka's face looked like she had eaten a sour lemon. ' It's revolting.'

The actress sat back in relief.

'Helena how have you eaten this. You can't tell me you seriously like this ?' Myka stood up and removed the actresses bowl mortified.

' It wasn't so bad.' The actress lied.

'Sweetie it's the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted in my life.' Myka pushed the bowls to one side her face serious. 'Now what am I going to give you.' The historian ran her hands through her hair panicked... When suddenly she felt warm arms encapsulate her waist.

'How about you just give me you darling. I think one grand gesture is enough for the both of us tonight.' Helena smiled and kissed the back of her historian's neck.

'I think you could be absolutely right.' Myka sighed and leaned back into Helena's touch. ' I can't believe you were going to eat that.' The historian giggled.

'I must admit for a moment I wondered if you had changed your mind and decided to poison me.' The actress smiled cheekily earning herself a playful poke in the ribs.

'I hope you're joking Wells! As if I could change my mind now.'

'I am darling, just pulling your leg of course. Just please don't ever force our me or any of our children to endure your childhood memories of Nana like that...'. Helena bit her lip, she would have liked to have blamed alcohol for her slip of the tongue but sadly she hadn't had any. She shook her head.

Myka felt her heart thud to a point where she was sure the actress must be able to hear it . Did Helena just say what she thought she did? Children had never been anything that she had really thought of before...however the moment the actress said the word she now couldn't stop imagining a beautiful mini Helena. ...although a beautiful mini Helena in at least a good few years would be preferable.

Helena bit her lip. Why was Myka not speaking ? ' I'm sorry, I really don't know where that came from. I'm losing it in the hype of the day I think.'

'It's ok. I weirdly don't mind sweetie. Maybe one day right ?'Myka grinned and winked her eye, leaving Helena to wonder if the historian was serious or just joking around.

'….And…' Myka continued I promise I will not force upon them or you this disgusting thing.' Myka nudged the purple liquid. 'I really can't fathom what went so wrong.'

Helena wrapped her arms tighter around her girlfriend and rested her chin on Myka's shoulder . She didn't care that the soup was terrible, in fact it only made her love her girlfriend more. ' I am so pleased to be home with you tonight.'

'Ditto.' The museum curator sighed contently as she melted into her girlfriend arms. ' I really am sorry for the soup though ...but now I really do know you must love me for eating the darn thing.'

' I should hope I've proved it by now.' Helena playfully slapped the brunette's behind. 'I would do absolutely anything for you Myka.' Helena turned the woman in her arms so she could look directly into the beautiful emerald eyes. 'Anything.'

Myka let the calming force of Helena wash over her. ' I think I'm starting to learn that now.' The historian rubbed her nose against the actresses'. 'What you did earlier ... I've never seen anything so romantic. I don't know how I will ever top that.'

'You did when you gave me your trust darling. When you said yes in front of all of those people. You believed in me and that has made me so incredibly happy. ' Helena pulled the historian in tighter by the hips their hot breath mingling.

' You know we could just skip dinner and go right to dessert. I made chocolate mousse and I promise that will be good...I had to do a lot of taste tests as I made it. ' Myka smiled mischievously. ' We could take it upstairs with us... Get snuggled up under the duvet...maybe a glass of something bubbly ?'

'That Miss Bering sounds like an excellent idea. ' Helena kissed her lovers lips and for the first time in a very long time her head felt at peace.