"Delphine, what's your favorite color?" Cosima and Delphine were lying on their bed passing a joint back and forth.

"I like blue. But not the royal blue or the really dark blue. But the soft blue, like the color of the sky on a sunny afternoon." Delphine answered back handing the joint back to Cosima. "What's yours?"

Cosima thought about it for a minute. "I like red. Not the bright red or a maroon red, but like a sorta darkish red but not too dark, y'know?" She looked at Delphine to make sure she was understood.

"So the color of my pants?" Delphine asked looking at her red pants.

"Yeah, the color of your pants. Your really nice pants that fit your hips just fiiine." She elongated her last word and rubbed Delphine's hips for emphasis.

Delphine laughed and closed her eyes, just focusing on Cosima's hand rubbing small circles on her hip. "Your hand is so warm." She takes Cosima's hand from her hips and holds it in her hand gently rubbing her thumb over Cosima's knuckles.

Cosima smiled. "You have soft hands, like silk or a baby's butt."

"A baby's butt?" Delphine asks confused.

"Yeah, your hands remind me of a baby's butt." Cosima says matter-of-factly.

"You think of a baby's bottom when we hold hands?" Delphine asks.

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Cosima tries to explain the American phrases to her foreign girlfriend. "It's like a thing we say here, like because babies' butts are really soft."

"They are?" Delphine asked. She looked at Cosima with a serious look on her face.

"I guess, I don't know, I never really thought about it." Cosima stares at the ceiling questioning why on earth people equate softness with babies' bottoms.

"We should ask someone." Delphine says.

"Yeah." Cosima agrees. "Who?" Cosima looks at her.

"Who has a baby?" Delphine back at her.

They take a minute to think. "Sarah had Kira." Delphine finally says.

"And Kira was baby once." Cosima finishes the thought for her. "Let's call Sarah."

"Okay." Delphine agrees.

Cosima grabs her phone from the nightstand and calls Sarah. Cosima puts it on speaker. The phone rings a few times before Sarah answers.

"Hello?" Sarah's British voice echoes from the other end.

"Sarah! Hi!" Cosima says.

"Hey, Cos what's up?" Sarah asks.

She squints at Delphine silently wondering why she had called Sarah in the first place. "Cos? You there?"

In a moment of clarity, Cosima remembers why she called Sarah. "Oh! Sarah, do babies have soft butts?"

"What?" Sarah asks.

"Do babies have soft bottoms?" Delphine repeats.

"Uh…I don't," Sarah doesn't really know why Cosima called her and why she was asking about the softness of a baby's bottom but she decided to go with it. With a sigh she answers Cosima. "Yeah, I guess."

"Cool." Cosima says.

"Is that all you wanted?" Sarah asks.

"I think so, is that all we wanted, Delphine?" Cosima asks Delphine.

Delphine nods. "She nodded, that's all we wanted." Cosima says.

"Alright, bye I guess." Sarah ends the call. Cosima sets the phone back down.

"Have you ever wanted a baby?" Delphine asks after a few minutes.

"I don't know, they're a lot of work and messy." Cosima says. "But I think it would be worth it in the end."

Delphine rolls on her side to face Cosima. "You would make a good mother." She rubs her hand across Cosima's stomach.

Cosima turns to face Delphine as well. "You would make a great mom, too." Delphine's tightens her arm on Cosima's waist and Cosima traces Delphine's jaw with her hand.

"I want to have a baby with you." Delphine nuzzles Cosima's nose with her own.

Cosima hums her agreement. "I want to make a family with you, too."

They end up falling asleep in each other's arms, determined to continue their conversation in the morning.