When Bridget awoke, the first thing she was aware of was the sound of someone throwing up in the bathroom. She turned over, and saw that Franky wasn't in the bed with her.

As she exited their bedroom, she checked to make sure that Emily's door was still closed. It was, so she assumed that her initial thought that it was the brunette in the bathroom, was correct.

"Baby?" The blonde pushed the door open slowly, and saw Franky kneeling beside the toilet. She closed it gently behind her, and walked over to sit on the edge of the bathtub. From there, she was close enough to reach out, and rub the younger woman's back.

Franky was sick twice more, before she reached up and flushed the toilet. She sat back on the floor, and rested her head against the wall.

"Here." Bridget handed her a cool washcloth to wipe her face. "Are you alright?" she asked as she sat down beside the younger woman.

"Yeah," Franky sighed. "I have to get used to it."

It took a second for what the other woman was saying to click in the blonde's mind.

"It's far too early for morning sickness." The older woman put her arm around Franky's shoulder, and pulled her close against her side. "It's only been a week. Literally, a week to the day. You had the procedure last Thursday."

"What else would it be?" the brunette asked as she started to stand up. The urge to throw up had passed for now, and she wanted to go somewhere more comfortable.

"It could be anything. Some bad food, a stomach bug, stress..." She raised an eyebrow as she caught Franky's eye.

"I don't feel stressed." The brunette took a handful of water and rinsed out her mouth.

"Okay, baby. Come on back to bed. I've got a few minutes before the alarm goes off." She took the younger woman's hand, and led her back down the hallway. The blonde knew that sometimes people didn't realize just how much stress they were under until the physical symptoms manifested, but she wasn't going to argue with her wife this morning. Bridget was hoping to get her back to sleep before she had to leave for the day.

The blonde put her arms around Franky once they had gotten back into bed, and pulled her close. She heard a sigh of content come from the brunette as she rubbed her back.

When the alarm sounded, Bridget reached out quickly, and turned it off. Franky had been quiet since they'd laid back down, and from the sound of her breathing, it appeared to the older woman that she'd been able to fall back to sleep. She tried to move away from the brunette slowly, so as not to wake her.

"I'll be right out to make lunches, and take Em to school." Franky mumbled as she curled up more, pulling the blanket tight around her.

"Stay in bed, baby. I'll look after everything this morning." Bridget leaned down, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you, too," the brunette said with a small smile.

"Auntie Bridge, why are you making lunch today? Where's Franky?" Emily asked as she climbed up on the stool in front of the kitchen island.

"She's feeling a bit under the weather, so she's getting some extra sleep." Bridget placed a container into each of their lunch bags. "What do you want for your snack today?"

"Goldfish crackers." The young girl watched as her aunt placed a package of the crackers into her bag. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine, love. She just needs some extra sleep." The blonde knew that Emily would be concerned.

"Can I see her before I go to school?" She took the bowls of cereal that Bridget had handed her, and started to walk over to the table.

"You can look in on her before you go, but if she's asleep, we won't wake her, okay?" The blonde hoped that Emily would think that was a fair deal.

"Okay." The young girl took a spoonful of her cereal. "Shayne!"

"Hey, kid." He barely had his eyes open, but he managed to find his way to the fresh pot of coffee, and pour himself a mug. "No Franks today?" He asked as he sat down at the table with them.

"She's not feeling well, so she went back to sleep," Bridget explained.

Shayne nodded as he drank another mouthful of his coffee. "I thought I heard someone in the bathroom earlier."

"Are you going to be around here today?" The blonde asked as she ate her breakfast.

"Yeah. I was going to go with her, but…" He shrugged.

"Do me a favor, and make sure she doesn't try to do too much today." Bridget knew that as soon as Franky felt even slightly better, she'd be out of bed, and wanting to go on with her normal activities. She wanted the brunette to take the day and rest though, no matter what the cause of her sickness this morning.

"Sure." Shayne gave her a small smile. He loved how much the two women cared for each other.

When Bridget exited the bathroom, she saw Emily waiting outside their bedroom door.

"Can I see her now?" The young girl asked.

"Yeah, just be really quiet until we know if she's awake." The blonde reached down, and took Emily's hand, as she reached up with the other, and turned the doorknob.

They walked along the side of the bed. The room was quiet enough that Franky's soft snoring could barely be heard. Bridget smiled. She knew the brunette only snored when she was either drunk, or in a very deep sleep. When she'd pointed this out to the younger woman one time, Franky had insisted that she didn't snore, she just breathed louder sometimes.

"See, love. She's fine," the blonde whispered softly. "She's just resting."

"Okay." Emily nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation from her aunt.

"Okay, let's go. I'll drop you off at school." Bridget guided her out of the room, and closed the door quietly behind them.

"Will you walk me to my classroom?" Emily asked as she put on her shoes. "Franky always walks me."

"Does she?" The blonde smiled again. It didn't surprise her at all that the other woman had been convinced to do that. "Sure, I can walk you."

"Lana, come on in." Bridget greeted the young inmate with a warm smile. "Sorry we had to keep the session in here today. The weather didn't cooperate." She glanced out the window, and saw that a gentle rain was still falling.

"Figures, the way my week has been going." Lana slumped into one of the green chairs.

"What's been going on? It seemed like you were starting to have a good feeling about things when we met on Monday." The blonde knew that it wasn't uncommon for inmates to have setbacks, but she was always disappointed when it happened.

"Nothing you can help with." The young inmate picked at a loose thread on the cuff of her hoodie.

"Try me." If Bridget had a dollar for every time she'd heard that statement from a client she'd be rich, and it rarely ever turned out that there was absolutely nothing she could do to help.

"They're not letting me eat." Lana gave a half shrug and shook her head.

"And why is that?" She'd heard of inmates using this punishment before, and she thought it was one of the more cruel ones. Food was a basic need, and if it's not being met, it causes both physical and mental distress.

"Who fucking knows?" The young inmate was getting frustrated. Her hearing about the yard incident was coming up soon, and she was trying to stay out of any more trouble. "They just pick someone and decide to make their life fucking hell."

Bridget was quiet for a moment. She wanted to help. She saw potential in Lana, and she didn't want to watch her be broken down by the other inmates.

"I haven't eaten in two days, this is the third. Last night I was actually looking around my cell thinking what in here can I eat?" She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. "Then I started thinking about all the things I loved to eat before I came in here. Chinese food, Korean BBQ, pizza, anything Mexican. I like spicy food, with lots of flavour. Then I realized that this was part of their twisted plan. They don't even have to try that hard, I'll just torture myself for them."

"I'll tell you what," Bridget said as she glanced at the clock, "you come back in half an hour, and we'll finish this session."

"What the fuck? Are you kidding me?" Lana looked at her incredulously. "I'm in the middle of telling you shit, and you're bailing? Whatever." She stood and started for the door.

"Hey." The blonde reached out, and grabbed the young inmate's arm, causing her to turn back and face her. "Meet me back here. Promise." Bridget held Lana's stare, until she got a small nod in response.

The blonde let go of her arm, and reached for the doorknob instead.

"Hey, sorry, can you bring her back again in a half hour?" Bridget asked the officer stationed outside her door. "I've just had an emergency come up I have to deal with, but we still need to finish our session."

"Yeah, sure." The officer didn't care. Escorting prisoners to appointments was generally an easy job, and a break from the general chaos, so she was glad to have to come back.

Once they'd left, Bridget grabbed her keys and wallet, and headed for her car. She hoped she wasn't making a mistake.

"Come in." The blonde had just made it back in time for the officer to return with Lana.

"I'm here." The young inmate let herself drop into the large green chair once again.

"Yes, you are." Bridget gave her a smile as she retrieved a bag from behind her desk. "You said you like Mexican, right?" She sat the bag on the coffee table between them. "I thought we could have lunch."

She could tell Lana was watching her closely as she took the containers of food out of the bag.

"I wasn't sure exactly what you liked so I got a bit of a variety. There's burritos, tacos, a couple different rice dishes, and some chips with guacamole." The blonde waited, but the inmate made no move towards the food. "I like any of it, so choose whatever you want."

"You went out, and got this especially for us?" Lana studied the psychologist carefully.

"You said you were hungry, and I don't agree with the others not letting you eat." Bridget was cautious of her wording.

"What's the catch?" From the young inmate's experience, no one was ever this nice for no reason.

"No catch. We're going to eat and finish our session." She watched as Lana picked up one of the burritos and began to unwrap it.

"It's been a long time since someone bought me dinner." She gave the blonde a small smile as she began to eat.

"So let's talk about your hearing that's coming up." Bridget let the comment slide, as she chose her own food.

"Hey, baby. You must be feeling better." The blonde arrived home to find Franky and Emily cuddled together on the couch looking at something on the iPad.

"Yeah, I am. Felt pretty good when I woke up." She gave Bridget a wink as if to say that this confirmed her theory from the morning.

"We're picking out a cake to make for you," Emily said, excitedly. "Oops, was that a secret?" She looked up at Franky.

"Nah, it's okay, bub." The brunette wasn't planning a surprise party this year, so she assumed Bridget knew they'd be making her a cake. "Any special requests, babe?"

"No." Bridget leaned over the back of the couch, and gave the younger woman a kiss on the cheek. "You know what I like."

"Mhm." Franky grinned as she saw Emily give her a questioning look out of the corner of her eye.

"This one looks pretty." The young girl pointed to a pink-coloured cake with pale yellow icing.

"That's a strawberry cake with lemon cream cheese icing." The brunette quickly read through the recipe. "Is that the one you want to make?"

"Yeah, it looks fun. Can we make it tonight?" Emily asked.

"It's too early. We'll make it first thing Saturday morning. Then it'll be ready for supper." Franky explained. "Plus we need fresh strawberries, and we don't have any. We can stop and get those when I pick you up after school tomorrow."

"Okay." The young girl cuddled in against the brunette, and closed her eyes.

"Hey, don't go to sleep. I need to make supper." Franky gave her a gentle poke in the arm.

"I'm not sleeping. I want to cuddle," Emily said with a giggle.

"Why don't you cuddle with Auntie while I cook?" The brunette glanced up at Bridget, who'd just returned from changing her clothes, and saw the older woman smile at her suggestion.

Emily nodded, and the blonde took Franky's spot on the couch. The young girl crawled onto her lap, and rested her head against her aunt's shoulder.

When the brunette looked over at them, she couldn't help but be reminded of the photo that Bridget had shown her that night when they were sitting beside the fire. Emily was older, and bigger now, of course, but the image was much the same. The blonde must have felt her watching them, because she looked up, and when they made eye contact, they exchanged small smiles.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday dear Bridget!

Happy birthday to you!

"Happy birthday, babe." Franky gave the blonde a soft, quick kiss on the lips.

She sat the cake down on the table, and Bridget leaned in to blow out the candles.

They had had a lovely dinner cooked over the firepit with their friends, which was being capped off with the cake that Franky and Emily had made earlier that day. They'd kept it small, and invited only Liz, Vera, and Shayne to join them.

"What did you wish for?" Emily asked, as she climbed up on the bench beside her aunt.

"If I say what it was, then it won't come true." The blonde put her arm around the young girl, and pulled her close. "Would you like to help me cut it?"

Emily nodded, and put her hand on top of Bridget's on the knife handle.

"Everyone having a piece?" Franky asked as she handed slices to Shayne, and Liz.

"This is delicious." Liz took another bite of the cake.

"Course it is! Me and Em made it." The brunette gave the young girl a small nudge with her elbow.

"It's been a beautiful evening. I'm so glad you guys were here." The blonde looked around the table, at her friends and family. She felt truly blessed. When she'd made her birthday wish earlier, all she asked was that, in the near future, a happy, healthy baby joined their family.

They all sat around the fire and talked for a while until Bridget noticed that Emily was resting more and more of her weight against her.

"I think I should go put her to bed." The blonde handed Franky her empty glass to put on the small table beside her.

"Do you want me to do it?" The younger woman didn't want Bridget to have to leave her own party.

"No, I got it." The blonde picked up her niece in her arms. "Thank you, though." She leaned down, and placed a kiss on Franky's cheek before she carried Emily into the house.

"How's the restaurant coming along?" Liz asked as she watched the flames in the firepit.

"Good, yeah." The brunette nodded. "We've got the renovations finished, and the menu is finalized."

"She just needs to pick a name." Shayne settled back against the couch, and rested his right foot on top of his opposite knee.

"I've picked one." Franky gave him a small smile. "I'll wait until Gidge comes back though."

"Is it what we talked about the other day?" The young man tried to get a hint out of her.

"Kind of." The brunette glanced up when Bridget stepped out through the patio doors. "Is she asleep already?"

"Yeah, I barely got her to change into her pyjamas." The blonde sat down beside Franky, and cuddled into her side. She looked around at the group, and realized they had all gone silent. "Did I miss something?"

"Franky said she was going to tell us which name she chose for the restaurant when you got back." Liz leaned forward, waiting to hear what the brunette had to say.

"L'edge." Franky looked around, trying to read everyone's reactions.

"Ledge? Like.." Shayne drew a horizontal, then vertical line with his hand in the air, "a ledge?"

"No." The brunette took a deep breath. She was suddenly worried that her idea wasn't good, or that people would miss the point that she was aiming for. "Spelled like L, apostrophe, E, D, G, E. 'L' for Liz, 'E' for Em, and D, G, E for Gidge. It's your guys' names."

"Baby." Bridget waited until Franky turned her head towards her. "I love it." She smiled as she pulled the younger woman's head down for a kiss.

"It's really thoughtful, love. I'm touched that you included me." Liz reached over, and squeezed Franky's hand.

"Of course I included you. I'd probably be dead or in prison by now if it hadn't been for you." The brunette could see the tears starting to form in the other woman's eyes. "Don't cry," she said softly as she returned the squeeze.

"Maybe you could add an 'S' in there, make it 'sledge'. You know, 'S' for Shayne?" He tried to keep a straight face, but failed as soon as he saw the look from Franky. "Okay, okay. I'm fine being left out."

"Good," the brunette said with a small laugh.

Vera sighed as she settled in against Shayne.

"You tired?" the young man asked as he put his arm around her. "We can go to bed."

"I think that might be a good idea. Before I fall asleep out here." Vera sat up, and stretched.

"No loud sex tonight," Franky teased as the couple made their way towards the house.

"Ditto Franks," Shayne called back over his shoulder.

"My house, remember?" The brunette earned herself a gentle tap from her wife. "Ow, what?"

"Em told me that you took him in." Liz waited until Shayne and Vera had disappeared into his bedroom before she spoke.

"Yeah." Franky sighed. "He got in some trouble."

"He seems like a good kid. I'm guessing he and your friend," she nodded towards Bridget, "are dating?"

"They are." The blonde smiled. "She seems really happy. And Franky laid down some threats, so I'm sure he'll be on his best behaviour."

"She threatened to cut off his dick?" Liz let out a small laugh at the look of surprise on Bridget's face. "It's a favorite of hers, love." Liz sat forward and yawned. "I think I'm going to head out as well. This old girl isn't used to being out late anymore."

"Thanks for coming, Liz." Bridget stood, and gave the other woman a hug.

"It was lovely to see you both, and Em." Liz let go of the blonde, and gave Franky a hug next. "I'm so proud of you."

The brunette couldn't help but smile. This was something Liz said to her often, but it always warmed her to know that she'd made the woman who saved her, proud.

"I got you something." Franky whispered softly, as she kissed the side of the blonde's neck. They were alone now beside the fire, and the brunette wanted to give Bridget her gift out here in the same spot as last year.

"I thought we said no gifts." The older woman smiled as she felt Franky's lips on her neck once more.

"Yeah, I think we should stop making that promise because I'm never going to keep it." The brunette reached into her pocket. She set the small box on Bridget's lap. "I guess I don't have to tell you this year that it's not a ring."

"No." The blonde smiled.

"Open it." Franky placed a kiss on the other woman's cheek.

Bridget slowly lifted the lid to reveal a pair of silver star earrings.

"They're beautiful, baby." She pulled the younger woman in for a slow kiss.

"I wanted something that went with what I got you last year. I think they're about the same size as the one on the necklace, so they should match." Franky glanced at the jewelry around the blonde's neck, then at the earrings.

"They look perfect. Thank you." Bridget moved in for another kiss.

They sat outside until the fire had mostly died down.

"We should get to bed. It's starting to get cool out here." They had wrapped up in a blanket, but now with the warmth of the fire almost gone, Franky could feel a chill creeping in.

"Yeah." The blonde smiled up at her, and gave her a small kiss. "I'll tidy things up."

While Bridget took the blanket, and leftover food inside, Franky poured water on the glowing embers, and picked up the empty glasses. When she entered the kitchen, she saw the blonde sitting on the kitchen island eating a slice of her birthday cake.

"Midnight snack?" The brunette set the glasses down on the counter beside the sink. She saw Bridget nod, and smile as she took another bite. "You going to share?" she asked, as she stood in front of the older woman.

"Maybe." The blonde parted her legs slightly to allow Franky to step in closer.

"Just maybe?" The brunette placed a kiss on the side of Bridget's neck, earning herself a small chuckle, and hum of content. She lifted her head, and connected their lips in a slow kiss. The blonde tasted of sweet strawberries, and tangy lemon.

"Here." Bridget smiled, and held up a piece of cake.

Franky parted her lips slightly, expecting that the blonde would feed it to her. Instead, the older woman smeared the icing from it just at the corner of the brunette's mouth.

"You play dirty." Franky let out a small laugh as she wiped the icing away, then quickly spread it across the other woman's cheek.

Bridget let out a gasp of surprise. The brunette had caught her off guard.

"So is this our tradition now?" the blonde mumbled against Franky's lips.

"Seems like a pretty good one to me." The younger woman pulled back, and smiled.

"We're just missing the tequila." Bridget smiled when she saw the look on the brunette's face.

"Ugh, after New Year's Eve, I don't think I could even if I was allowed right now." Franky still remembered clearly the taste of it going down that night and coming back up the next morning. "I can pour one for you though if you want."

The blonde shook her head. "I'm good, baby." She held up another piece of cake. "For real this time." She'd seen the look of suspicion on the brunette's face.

Franky warily opened her mouth, and Bridget placed the cake inside.

"I love you, so much," the blonde said, as she placed her hand on the younger woman's cheek.

"I love you, too," was what Franky meant to say, but it came out muffled with her mouthful of cake.

Bridget laughed. "Sorry, what was that? I didn't quite catch it."

The brunette swallowed. "I said, I love you, too."

They held each other's stares for a moment.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Every once in a while, the blonde enjoyed making Franky voice her thoughts. She usually had a pretty good read on the other woman, but she sometimes got a surprise, and so it was something she had continued to do.

"I'm thinking that you're beautiful, and I want to take you to bed, and make you feel amazing." The brunette studied Bridget's face.

"I'd like that." With those words, the older woman felt herself being picked up from the counter. She wrapped her legs tightly around Franky's hips, and felt the younger woman's strong arms supporting her as their lips connected.

The brunette walked carefully down the hallway. She didn't want to stumble, or trip, and risk waking the others, or hurting either herself or Bridget. When they got to the bedroom, Franky pushed the door closed slowly with her heel until she heard the latch click into place.

The blonde released her legs from around Franky, and felt the younger woman help ease her down, so that she was standing on the floor.

The brunette reached down, and pulled Bridget's shirt off over her head, and snaked her hand around to unfasten the other woman's bra as she connected their lips. She felt the blonde's hands slip under her t-shirt.

They undressed quickly, and slipped under the covers. The blonde pulled Franky on top of her, and let out a small moan as the younger woman pushed her hips forward.

"Tell me how you want it, babe." The brunette was always happy to fulfill any of the older woman's requests, but tonight, she wanted to make sure that Bridget got exactly what she needed.

The blonde was so lost in the feeling of Franky's lips and tongue against the sensitive skin of her neck, that she almost forgot to answer.

"Are you up for using our honeymoon gift?" Bridget smiled when she felt a sharp nip.

"You want me to use it on you?" Franky lifted her head so she could have a view of the blonde's face.

"Mhm." The older woman nodded, and she watched as the cocky grin that she loved appeared on the brunette's face.

Franky gave the blonde a quick kiss, and climbed out of the bed. When they'd gotten home from their honeymoon, they had added it to their box of toys they kept in the closet. She grabbed the toy, and the bottle of lube, and headed back towards the bed.

Bridget watched as the brunette walked towards her. When she reached the edge of the bed, the younger woman flicked open the bottle of lube with her thumb, and let a few drops fall onto the bulb before she sat the bottle on the bedside table. The blonde held up the blankets, allowing Franky to join her once more.

The brunette kissed Bridget slowly, and deeply, and the older woman could feel the tip of the dildo brush against her folds. Franky pushed her hips forward ever so slightly, causing it to dip inside of the blonde just a few millimeters, but when she felt Bridget try to push down on it further, she pulled back.

"Please, baby." The blonde should have known that it wouldn't be that easy. The younger woman loved to tease.

Bridget reached down between them as the brunette moved her attention back to her neck. She wrapped her hand around the dildo, and gave a gentle tug, causing Franky to let out a small moan.

The brunette teased her a couple more times, pushing forward just a tiny bit, then pulling away. Normally Bridget appreciated the little games they played, but tonight she was more than ready to get things started.

"Come here." She pulled Franky in for a deep kiss, as she tightened her legs around the younger woman's waist, and flipped them over.

"Gid-" The brunette had been caught off guard, and before she knew what was happening, she was laying flat on her back with Bridget straddling her hips.

The dildo was pressed up against Franky's lower stomach, and when the blonde moved, she could feel her own wetness on it making it slick. She moved her folds over it a few times, and watched as the brunette fought to keep her eyes open. She knew that the younger woman was feeling all of her movements transmitted to the bulb inside her.

Bridget raised herself up slightly and reached down to position the dildo at her own entrance. She lowered herself slowly, just in case, but she was turned on enough that it entered her easily. She rocked her hips slowly back and forth, and watched as Franky's chest began to rise and fall a bit faster.

"Shit, Gidge." The brunette's eyes fluttered closed for just a second before she opened them again. She didn't want to miss any of the sight before her.

Bridget leaned forward, and brushed the tip of her nose against the younger woman's as she moved herself up and down the length of the toy.

"It feels so good." The blonde rested her head, so that her mouth was next to Franky's ear. She knew that the brunette liked to be able to hear all the small noises that she made. "Oh god."

Franky ran her hands along the older woman's sides. She could feel the tension building in both their bodies. Every move that Bridget made was putting pressure and friction against the brunette's front wall, and clit. She loved what the blonde was doing, but she needed to take back control.

Franky wrapped her arms around the older woman, and flipped them over. She heard Bridget let out a low moan as she pushed the toy deep inside her.

"Oh, fuck." The blonde could feel her muscles clamping down harder on the dildo, and she knew that it wouldn't be long now.

The brunette picked up the pace a bit, and felt a flutter in her stomach. She wanted Bridget to finish first, but she wasn't sure if she could hold out much longer. The constant stream of moans now coming from the blonde were pushing her towards the edge quickly.

"A little bit faster, baby." Bridget dug her fingers into the back of the younger woman's shoulders. "Yes, just like that." She felt that familiar warmth building quickly in her stomach. "Fuck. Yes."

"Oh fuck, Gidge." The brunette couldn't hold back her orgasm any longer. Knowing that Bridget was on the verge of her own, had pushed her over the edge. Her pace faltered for only a few seconds while the waves of pleasure washed over her.

The blonde felt the contractions of Franky's orgasm through the toy, and it only took two more thrusts to trigger her own release.

The brunette read her wife's body perfectly, and slowed her pace as Bridget began to come down. She lifted her head, and placed a soft kiss on the older woman's lips.

"Happy birthday, babe." Franky gave her another soft kiss before she reached down and removed the toy from both of them, then dropped it over the edge of the bed.

"Thank you." Bridget turned on her side, and cuddled into the brunette "I love you."

"I love you, too." Franky could already feel her eyelids getting heavy, and she could tell that the blonde's breathing was evening out. "Two birthdays down, forever to go."