A/N *coughs* well, after that last chapter and a few PM from some readers, I think the time is nearing to welcome the newest member of Bering-Wells. I used Christina for the name, but was wondering if any of you would like a different name and/or suggestions?

Trigger Warning: A little angst coming up, but no deaths. I mean, come on, it's Bering and Wells!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.


"Do I want to know why, this time?" Pete whispered next to Amanda's ear as they washed the dishes together.

Helena had left the dining room moments ago, PJ slung over her shoulder as she headed upstairs to bathe and tuck in her surrogate son.

They both had said nothing when Helena had knocked on their door earlier that Sunday afternoon. Helena's head bowed, her left shoulder dipped as her rucksack fell to the floor.

"Again?" Pete had asked as he helped Helena to the spare guest room. "The last time anyone used that bed was the Halloween party when you and Myke's ..." Helena glaring as she opened the dresser draw.

"I mean, that night when Janie was born," he was stumbling over his words as Helena turned, the glare, toning down from Def-Con 1 to a slightly lower setting, "Maybe Def-Con 2?" he whispered.

"Since last month," her voice deflating as fast as the dip in the mattress where Pete sat on the bed.

"But seriously, HG. That was, that fight you two had over a month ago was over you being fifteen minutes late for dinner," Pete standing up, holding the closet door open for her as she hung up a few blouses.

"I took the blame!" his hand coming up to slap his chest, "Me, all my fault. Remember Myka coming over a few hours later?" his hand stilling Helena's that was shaking, the hanger and shirt hovering over the closet bar.

"This … argument, is, was much more than about cold potatoes," Helena then giving a strained smile as she turned to her partner. "I do not think we shall hear her knocks … tonight" Helena's eyes glistening from the push of tears welling behind her eyes.

"Here," Pete whispered as he closed the gap between them, her hand then pushing against his chest.

"I'm fine, Peter." Helena stepping back, turning as she wiped away the start of tears down her cheek with the palm of her hand.

"Yeah, I know you are fine, but …" wagging his eyebrows as his eyes turned up from his bowed head, shoulders rising as his hands dug deeper into his jeans, a slight smile forming.

"Wanker," Helena giving a hushed laugh as she slapped his shoulder. "I just think this might be a longer stay …"

"Aunty Hella!" the shrill voice of Pete's first born came rushing into the room, the faint calling of his name becoming louder, as with the slapping of feet. Helena turned to the door, the moment broken.

"Sorry, HG," Amanda then trying to grab the little boy as he hid behind Helena's legs.

"Its fine," Helena said as she reached around, picking the boy up, "My, have you have grown. I shall need a forklift to hoist you up soon, PJ." Helena then kissing the towheaded boy as he hugged her.

"I was trying to get this one ready for dinner until he heard you," Amanda trying to hide her smile as Helena handed PJ over to Pete. "Feel like meatloaf?" she asked as Pete left the room, looking over to the half unpacked suitcase on the bed.

"Feeling more like roadkill," Helena remarked with a fake snark.

"Sounds like two-drink minimum, story," Amanda said as she headed out the door. "Should I break out fresh sheets and a bottle?"

"After dinner, please," her hand waving toward the door for them to exit.

"Must be pretty bad if that couch of yours isn't good enough?" Amanda was saying as they walked to the kitchen.

"Maybe later? I do not wish to impose any more than I have already." them walking in to Pete dishing up a small plate, setting it down in front of his son.

"Hey, was 'bout ready to send out the search party. We ..." Pete tucking a napkin, first under PJ's chin, then under his, "Are starving!" Helena stopping, reaching next to her for the door frame to steady herself.

"HG?" Pete asked.

Helena had stopped, overwhelmed by the sight of the family before her. Her wish, her dream, of this scene had played over and over when she and Myka would sit down for Sunday dinner together.

"I'm fine, really," she smiled, giving a gentle squeeze to the hand on her shoulder.

"You are truly blessed,"

XXX

"Names,"

"What?" Amanda asked, swatting at the sheet that seemed to take forever to settling down on the bed after the two women had fluffed it over the bed.

"Baby names," Helena concentrating on tucking the top sheet, then turning to cover the pillows.

"And?" Amanda feeling there was more, even though baby names had been a sore debate with them for over two months.

"And, before you worry," Helena smoothing over the spread, then looking up as she dusted unseen lint off the duvet, "We lost the bid on that small job up in the next county,"

Helena was playing at the hem of her shirt, the 'Property of the FBI' shirt she had confiscated from Myka's draw a few months after they had first gotten together. "I was counting on that job," Helena sighed as she sat down on the ledge of the window.

"Are ...finances, okay?" Amanda asking, giving a sideways glance as she grabbed the bottle of Vodka she had set down when she had brought in the fresh linen.

"As I stated, things are good with the company, no worries for Peter," Helena smiled, nodding her 'thank you' after talking the glass from Amanda.

"And what about you?" she asked, watching as Helena tilted her head back, downing the whole drink.

"God … and Queen, that is …" Helena covering her mouth after her shooting back the drink. "That is strong," Helena coughing, months since she had anything stronger then Earl Grey.

"So what about this job?" Amanda asked, pouring more into Helena's glass after her coughing had stilled.

"It would have been perfect for Myka and I after the baby was born. A quiet cabin near a spring would have been provided as I worked on restoring this historic Mansion for the county," Helena said as she sipped her drink.

"It would have been ..., a few hours a day at the site, just a stone's throw from the cabin. Ample time to spend with Myka and the baby," finishing her drink, she held out her glass toward Amanda.

"But some outsider low-balled me on the bid," Helena growled into her glass.

"And this is somehow tied to Myka kicking you out of the house?" Amanda sipping on her own drink much slower.

"I was counting on that time away," Helena whispered, swirling the clear liquid around in her glass. "And, of course, a huge misunderstanding about baby names," Helena mumbled into her glass.

"Of course," Amanda sighed into hers.

"Still the same old argument about writer names versus family names?" Amanda turning her head as Helena had set her glass down, changing into her sleepwear for the night and heading into the guest bathroom.

"Still a taboo subject which neither of us should ever discuss. We can never agree and it leads to a huge fight," Helena pulling her hair back in a loose ponytail, her toothbrush clenched between her teeth.

"Any more talk of that stupid, one time, drunken night between us before we knew our spouses?" Amanda looking down at her empty glass. Her head then shooting up, Helena had silently come back into the room, the thin neck of the bottle clinking against the thick glass.

First pouring Amanda and then pouring one for herself. "It was just an overheated snog," Helena then sitting down on the sill, pulling her bare legs under her, "Pre-hormone Myka, it was not an issue," Helena staring out the window, her hand then holding the curtain aside.

"Now?" Amanda asked, remembering back to an old picture of the two of them together;

"Years before I met Pete," she chuckled as Myka, Helena and her sat in the empty room upstairs the day everyone helped them to move in.

"So, I'm not the first 'yank' you've kissed?" Myka smirking as she bumped Helena's shoulder, the three of them leaning against the bare wall as they took a much needed break after Myka had discovered the old photo album that fell out of the box.

"You and I both know it meant nothing," Helena sighed as she looked down, the moonlight highlighting the dark seam of her boy shorts against the paleness of her skin.

"But she is throwing it in your face?" Amanda asked, getting up. Her arm twisting to her side as she left the bottle on the night stand.

"Only when we reach an impasse in our arguments,"

"You mean when you placate her, which I'm sure pisses her off even more," Amanda stated as she held the doorknob to the guestroom.

Helena just nodded, her eyes trained upward to the night sky, "This is the first night, we have spent apart since we …"

Amanda held the door open for a few seconds, her blue eyes meeting devastated brown. As she opened the door to go back inside, Helena held her hand up, her other wiping harshly across her tear stained cheek.

"Stiff upper lip,"

Helena casting a painful smile, Amanda nodding as she closed the door.

XXX

"Umm, 'ello?" the loud blaring of Helena's phone that rested on the pillow next to her, caused her to jump. Her eyes squinting at the red blur of the clock on the nightstand.

"Helena?"

The voice caused her to jump out of bed, stumbling around the unfamiliar room as she groped for the light.

"What's wrong, Love?" Helena's hand finding the switch on the wall, flipping it on.

"Damn it!" Helena cursed as she bumped into the dresser, her hand flying over her eyes, the bright, overhead light blinding her for a few seconds.

"Nice, cursing again?" Myka's voice dripping with sarcasm. Bringing up memories of the argument from the night before.

"Sorry, love. But you seem to bring the best out in me," Helena then silently cursing herself with her half asleep quip, her then switching the phone to her left cheek, cradling it with her shoulder.

"What time is it, are you and the baby alright?" she asked, lifting the digital clock up.

"Not like you care, but my water broke and I …"

"Wait! What Myka? It is only seven months!" Helena then throwing the clock down as she spun around the room, letting out a shaky breath as she had whipped open the closet door, the small, 'baby' bag she had packed in between Myka's rants the day she was kicking her out of their house, sat in the corner.

"I am on my way," Helena hopping into her jeans, the phone slipping to the floor as she tried to get dressed.

"You still there?" she heard Myka's voice as she quickly pressed it against her ear, yanking a blouse out of the closet.

"Yes, I am here. Where are you?" Helena spun, cursing again as she removed the phone from her ear to pull up her shirt.

"Baby?" was followed by a low sob over the phone.

"I'm here, love!" Helena grabbing her wallet off the nightstand, then shoving it into her back pocket as she dipped, her fingers clutching the bag as she raced to the door.

Helena listened as Myka's breaths filled the phone, "Have you called …" the sound of a siren growing louder.

"Of course I called the ambulance!" Myka then shouting over the phone.

"HG, what's going on?" the slamming door bumping against Amanda's shoulder as she had come down stairs.

"Pete! It's time," Amanda shouted up over her shoulder.

"Oh, is that Amanda I hear?" Myka growling over the phone, the wails of the siren becoming deafening.

"Oh do stop it!" Helena huffed as she fumbled for her keys, kicking at the front door.

"Here!" Amanda yelped, Janie squirming in her arms as she fought to open the front door.

"You have your readymade family, just leave me …" Myka grimacing in pain over the phone as Helena rushed to her truck, tossing the bag in the back.

"UHH, hello?" a strange male voice then coming over the phone.

"Yes?" Helena responded automatically.

"This is Sergeant Brown with fire/rescue; we are taking the patient to…"

His voice was cut off as Helena rushed out of the driveway, "Yes! Hello?" Helena was saying, the phone held to her ear by her shoulder as she made a 360.

"Look, babe, they are rushing me to … where are we going?" Helena sighing as she listened to Myka rant on the phone. The muffled voices sounded over the phone, Helena straining to hear …

"Look, she is FBI," Helena could just make out.

"Damn right and a woman who's water just broke!" Helena smiling as she listened to her wife's rants. 'Bloody better those Sots , then me,' she thought.

"Myka? Sargent Brown?" Helena screamed on the phone, slamming her brakes as the light turned red.

"Really? Four am and I have to stop?"

"Hello? Ms?" the male voice coming back.

"It's Mrs Bering-Wells," Helena hissed, then smirking as she heard Myka shouting the same thing in the background.

"We are taking Agent Bering… Bering-Wells, sorry ma'am, to county gener …" his voice being cut off.

"Damn phone!" Helena cursed as she made a U-turn toward the hospital.

"We! Meaning the EMT's and you're knocked up wife are heading to county general," Myka shouted on the phone. "And you better damn well be there … " the sound of the phone dropping as Helena cringed, hearing her wife's pain over the dropped phone.

"Mrs Bering-Wells?"

"Yes, county general got it," Helena yelled into her phone. Swerving to get into the parking lot, her face blinking at the red lights that pulled up to the emergency entrance. She cursed as she grabbed the bag out of the back of her truck.

Helena raced up to the doors, Myka reaching out, her arm outstretched to Helena as they wheeled her inside.

"Baby?" was a fleeting whisper.