a/n: this is a little three chaptered thing that took me FOREVER to finish, but i am very very proud of how it turned out. the first chapter will be Petra's POV, the second Jane's, and the third will be a mix of both.
a little background, this is set after the time jump, Jane had Mateo as a result of accidental insemination, but the father was anonymous. Jane was married to Michael and his fate is still cannon to the show.
Petra was married to Raf, and had Ellie and Anna during their marriage. Petra has known she is bisexual, while Jane is yet to find out.
anyways, thank you for taking the time to read my story, now lets get on with it
Petra was a very busy woman, to say the least. With running her hotel, trying to be the best mother she could be to her wonderful daughters, and managing her own basic needs, she barely had time for herself.
However, occasionally she would take a day off. Maybe once or twice a year -if that- she takes a day off, goes somewhere she knows nobody will bother her, and just relaxes. She turns off her phone, leaves the twins with either their father or nannies, and takes care of herself and herself alone.
Today was one of those rare days. Petra had a hard week, and just really needed a break. That morning she made sure she had no meetings scheduled and arranged for the girls to be picked up from school by their father.
After dropping the twins off at school, Petra was a free woman with no agenda whatsoever.
She drove for about a half hour until she was far away enough that nobody would bother her, but close enough in case of an emergency. She looked around until she spotted a small coffee shop, and parked.
The place was small, and had a relaxed look to it. Petra grabbed her bag and made her way inside. Once inside the small shop, Petra looked around. There was a few couches and chairs set up around coffee tables, and a few booths near the back and along one wall. There was music playing softly, and the place had a relaxed feel to it.
There weren't many people around, given the time of day, so she set her things down at a booth near the back. Petra walked up to the counter, and looked up at the menu.
"Can I help you?"
Lost in her thoughts, Petra jumped a little when she heard the voice. She looked towards the source of the voice to find a very pretty young woman- possibly a few years younger than herself- looking at her earnestly.
Petra smiled a little at the girl. "I've never been in before. What would you recommend?"
"Yeah I probably would've remembered you," the girl said and- wait was that a wink?
Petra blushed a little at the comment, and possible flirting. "The specialty drinks are all good, but my favorite thing is my own creation," the girl said with a smile.
"Hmm. Well then, surprise me." Petra said, surprising herself a little. She didn't often like to relinquish control, but something about this girl made her feel comfortable in doing so.
"Okay! I'll have that right out for you!" the girl said, bouncing slightly.
Petra walked back to her booth and sat down. She opened up her laptop, only to be bombarded with the view of many unopened emails. Sighing, she closed the offending device and reached for her book.
When she was growing up Petra loved to read, however she never got to do so often. Her and her mother were so poor, it was hard to buy food, let alone a book. Whenever Petra would ask her mother she would just scoff and tell her it was either dinner for two days or a book.
When she finally had money of her own, Petra bought herself all the books she could have ever dreamed of as a child. Now though, she didn't have much time for reading.
Shaking her head a little to get the thoughts of her childhood out of her mind, Petra saw the young barista approaching her booth with a large mug and a smile on her face.
"I present: The Jane, as it has been dubbed by my co-workers."
"I assume that's you then?" Petra asked.
"That's me! And you are?"
"Petra," she said, giving Jane a small smile.
"That's a very pretty name. It suits you," Jane said, and Petra once again blushed at the girls not so subtle flirting.
Jane set the mug down in front of Petra, and put her hands behind her back, waiting. Petra glanced into the mug before picking it up and taking a small sip.
"This is delicious," Petra practically moaned. "What is this?"
" It's nothing too fancy, really. It's supposed to taste like french toast, but it's also been described as christmas in a secret recipe." Jane said, grinning and winking once more.
Petra took another sip and closed her eyes. "Well Jane, I can say with confidence that this is the best thing I have ever had in my mouth." Petra says very seriously.
Jane just laughed. "Let me know if you need anything else!" She turned to go, but Petra stopped her. "Wait, I actually do need something," Petra said quickly.
"Your wish is my command." Jane joked and grinned.
"Company, if you're willing?" Petra asked, feeling a little nervous but not letting it show.
"I'd love to! Let me just go grab myself something real quick," Jane scurried off and Petra smiled to herself a little.
It took Jane a few minutes to come back, and when she did she looked at Petra and smiled widely. She was carrying a mug of her own and a plate with something on it.
"What's that?" Petra asked, looking at the plate as Jane set it down across from her.
"Well I haven't eaten today yet, so I got a coffee cake. You can have some it you want!" Jane said happily, pushing the plate to the middle of the table and taking her seat across from Petra.
"So, Petra," Jane said, picking up a fork and taking a small bite of the coffee cake. "What do you do for work?"
"I run a kids hotel,"
"You run a hotel for children? That sounds very hectic,"
"Oh trust me, it is." Petra said, grinning. "But I do it so my girls can have a comfortable life I could have only dreamed of at their age."
"You have kids?"
"I have two twin daughters. Ellie and Anna," Petra smiles a little at the thought of them.
"Twins must be a handful! How old are they?"
"Four. They just started school this year. But they've always been very well behaved."
"That must be great. My son has had some trouble with school, but he's starting to get into the swing of it."
"You have a son in school? You don't look nearly old enough for that!" Petra looked over the girl once again.
She did look young, but apparently had a child around the girls' age. Petra glanced at her hand and saw a ring there. "How old is your son?"
"He just turned five. His name is Mateo," Jane said smiling.
"So, you're married then?" Petra asked, gesturing to the jewelry adorning Jane's hand and raising an eyebrow.
"Widowed." Jane sighed a little.
"Oh Jane, I'm sorry I brought that up!" Petra exclaimed, placing a hand on top of Jane's and squeezing lightly.
"No, its okay, really. You couldn't have known. It's been three years since he died."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Everyone has to go through pain at some point." She shook her head a little and smiled. "I still have my son, so I have all I need for the time being."
"How is it for him? Growing up without a father can be hard,"
"Well, Michael wasn't actually Mateo's father."
"Oh?"
"It's kind of a long story,"
Petra shrugged. "I've got time"
The two women talked about their lives for well over an hour. They laughed so much, and Petra couldn't remember a time she had had this much fun with anyone.
Jane glanced down at her phone screen, eyes widening when she realized the time. "Oh wow! It's almost eleven-thirty! The lunch rush is about to start!"
"Well I won't keep you from your work any longer." Petra said, a little disappointed that Jane had to get back.
"I had a wonderful time talking to you Petra! Are you going to be here for longer?"
"My day is completely free. I took off work for a "me day"' Petra said, making quotations with her fingers.
"I get out of here at one. If you're still around, maybe we can grab lunch?"
Petra smiled. "That sounds great."
Jane smiled and gave Petra a little wave before bouncing off to the counter.
a/n: if you've made it this far thank you so much! please leave a comment if you enjoyed it! the next chapter should be up within the week because its already written
