"I got a surprise for Em." Franky had waited until the young girl was out of earshot before she told Bridget her good news.

"What's that?" The blonde eyed her suspiciously. They hadn't discussed getting anything for her niece, so she was completely caught off guard.

The brunette reached into her pocket, and pulled out three tickets.

"I got us footy tickets for Saturday afternoon. The Sydney Swans are in town, and I thought she might like to see the match since she used to watch them with her dad." Franky hadn't forgotten the jersey of Tim's that Emily had chosen to keep.

"Oh she'll love it!" Bridget took the tickets from the younger woman's hand, and examined them. "So you're taking Saturday off?"

"The afternoon." The brunette saw the look of disapproval on her wife's face. "I can't leave them there the whole day alone."

"You could." She wrapped her arms around Franky's waist. "You're supposed to be taking it easy, remember?"

"I will. I am." The brunette lowered her head, and gave Bridget a soft kiss. "I'll just go in, turn on the ovens and stuff so they're ready when Shayne gets there, and then do the end of week tallies in the office. Once those are done, I'll come home. Nothing strenuous, I promise." She gave the blonde another kiss. "I wouldn't do anything to fuck this up."

"I know," Bridget said, softly.

"Can we have another movie night?" Emily asked, as she came out of her bedroom, her favorite blanket trailing down the hallway behind her.

"Sure, love." The blonde smiled as she saw Franky quickly shove the tickets back into her pocket. "After we have supper, though."

"We need to watch the second Trolls one because we watched the first one, and Shayne hasn't seen the second one either." She left the blanket on the couch, and climbed up on one of the stools in the kitchen.

"Shayne is at Vera's tonight, remember, bub?" The brunette reminded her. She was sure that he had mentioned to them that was where he was going when he left the restaurant.

"But he said we could watch the next movie." The young girl now had a slight frown on her face.

"Did he say he'd watch it tonight?" Franky asked her. If that was the case, she had no problem reminding him of his commitment.

"No." Emily sighed. She knew what the brunette was getting at.

"He'll watch it with you another time then, okay?" Franky gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"He and Vera are like you guys, right?" The young girl looked up at both of the women.

"What do you mean, love?" Bridget never wanted to assume anything when her niece was asking a question.

"They love each other?" She asked it, as if she were unsure whether or not it was an appropriate question.

"Yeah, they're dating." The blonde waited for another question to come, but Emily simply nodded.

"What do you want for supper, babe?" Franky shifted her attention to the blonde.

"Can we get pizza?" Emily chimed in even though the question wasn't intended for her.

"That actually sounds really good." The brunette was in agreement. She would have happily cooked for them, but a night off sounded perfect.

"Yeah?" Bridget asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Pizza and a movie with my girls." She gave the blonde a soft kiss.

"I'll phone in the order," the blonde said, as she left to retrieve her mobile from her bag.

"I still feel very full, Gidge." Franky rubbed her stomach as she laid in bed, waiting for the blonde to change into her pyjamas, and join her.

"You ate a lot," she said with a small chuckle. "Well, I mean more than you usually do." Bridget didn't want her to think that she was criticizing how much she ate; it was merely an observation.

"I know. I was hungry at the time, but now it seems like it was maybe a bad idea." The brunette poked at her stomach, and made a face.

"Stop." The blonde reached for Franky's hand as she laid down beside her. "That's not going to help you feel better."

"I may need a distraction." The younger woman turned on her side, and wrapped her arms around Bridget.

"Is that so?" The older woman smiled as she felt Franky's lips lightly brush over hers before she leaned in for a proper kiss.

"Mhm." The brunette hummed with content.

Franky slipped her hand under the blonde's singlet, and felt the warmth of her skin. She kissed Bridget slowly, as she trailed her fingers along the older woman's side. She lingered on the area where she knew the kite tattoo was located, and smiled against the other woman's lips when she felt the muscles under her fingertips twitch. She brushed her fingers over the sensitive spot again, before she moved her hand around to rest on Bridget's back.

"It's that kind of night, is it?" the older woman asked, quietly as the brunette studied her face.

"What kind of night?" Franky asked with a small grin.

"You're in a cheeky, playful mood. You like to touch, and tease." Bridget had to admit that this mood of Franky's was something that had initially surprised her, but it was something she'd come to love. Nights like this were always fun. They rarely ended in sex, but that didn't mean there wasn't an occasional orgasm to be had.

"I like how you react to me." The brunette had to admit that some of the appeal of her teasing was the ego boost she got when she saw Bridget's involuntary reaction to something she did.

Franky moved her hand to the blonde's hip, and ran her thumb along the older woman's hip bone. She smiled as Bridget's eyes closed, and a small grin played at the corners of the blonde's mouth.

"I guess it's a win-win then," Bridget said, as she placed a hand on the back of the brunette's head, and pulled her in for a kiss.

"Lana, good to see you. Come in, and sit down." The blonde sat an iced coffee on the table for each of them.

"Fancy drinks today." The young inmate smiled as she sat down, and picked up her drink.

"Not really." Bridget gave her a quick smile. She'd made a compromise with herself: she wouldn't bring in food for Lana anymore, but if it was something she could get in the prison, then that was okay. The officer's lounge always had a nice selection of drinks, and snacks, so she'd grabbed their iced coffees from there. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Lana swiped at a drop of condensation, that was running down the side of her glass, with her thumb.

"That's good." The blonde didn't believe her. "You were a bit upset during our last session."

The young inmate shrugged.

"I'm good." Lana shifted in the chair, and took a sip of her drink.

"Lana." Bridget lowered her head, and tried to catch the other woman's eye. The young inmate had been staring at the carpet in silence. "I'm here to help."

"I'm screwed if I don't expose that guy, aren't I? I mean, I've been playing it through over and over in my head, and the only way I don't do time for the assault is if I make a deal, and tell them what I know about that guy." She sat the iced coffee back on the table, and covered her face with her hands.

"I could speak about your PTSD." The blonde could feel Lana giving up. "It might help them to understand wh-"

"But see, there's the problem." The young inmate stood, and started pacing. "There's nothing that explains why I was so scared of him besides the truth."

"After years of living on the streets, I'd imagine you'd have a reason to be scared of just about anyone." Bridget wouldn't tell her to lie, but she could offer obscure suggestions that might give her some guidance. "I can speak to your state of mind at the time the same as I did at your hearing about the incident in the yard."

"I don't want you in that room. I don't even want him to know that we talked about this." This was the one thing that Lana was sure of in all the uncertainty.

"Bu-" The blonde started to protest.

"No." She shook her head. "I ca-, I don't want you to get pulled into this. I don't trust him not to come after anyone he thinks helped me."

"I've dealt with people like him before, trust me." Bridget had been working in the system a long time, and she'd gotten her share of threats along the way. She wasn't worried.

Lana shook her head.

"We can figure something out." The blonde was trying to calm her; get her to sit back down.

"It's Derek fucking Channing." Lana saw the look of shock on Bridget's face. "Yeah. Still think we can figure something out?"

The blonde was in shocked silence.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I need to get out of here." She covered the few steps to the door, and knocked. The officer waiting outside opened it. "I need to go back to my cell."

The officer glanced in at Bridget.

"Yeah, it's fine," the blonde waved her hand absentmindedly.

This might be one time when she was in over her head.

"Can I wear this to the match?" Emily emerged from her room carrying her dad's jersey.

They had all had breakfast together, and Franky had left a few hours ago to get things started at the restaurant. She'd be home soon, and Bridget was getting some things together so that they'd be ready to leave for the stadium when she got there.

"Sure, love. Do you want me to put it in the bag, and you can put it on when we get there?" Bridget asked as she placed a neatly folded blanket into the bag that was sitting beside her on the couch. She held out her hand, but the young girl didn't pass her the shirt.

The blonde watched quietly for a moment while her niece looked at the garment. She could tell that it was bringing up some memories for Emily.

"Dad used to wear this when he watched the matches on TV," she said, quietly.

"He always did love his footy." Bridget smiled to herself, remembering all the times she'd gone into the living room when they were growing up to find Tim on the couch watching the match.

The jersey had changed over the years; he'd pick a new favorite player, or want the newest, updated design. There was even one year that she remembered, when the Swans were doing so poorly that he'd switched to cheering for the city's other team, the Giants, which of course required a new jersey. That was short-lived however, and he quickly returned to supporting his original team.

The blonde knew nothing about footy when he started watching it, but she loved to sit with him during the matches. He was always patient with her, explaining the plays, and talking about each player. Eventually, she came to understand the rules and strategies they used, but she was never a diehard fan. For her, gametime was more about hanging out with her big brother than it was about the actual match.

"I miss him." Emily looked up at her aunt now, and her bottom lip quivered.

"I know, love. So do I." Bridget reached out, and gently squeezed her arm. She saw the tears start to fall down the young girl's cheeks. "Come here."

The blonde opened her arms, and Emily quickly climbed up onto her lap. She held her tightly as the young girl buried her face against her shoulder.

Bridget stayed quiet, and simply held her, occasionally rubbing her back. She knew this was bound to happen periodically when something reminded her niece of her parents. There were no words to make it better. The young girl understood that they weren't coming back, and that no matter what, she'd always have Franky and Bridget. The blonde knew that now, she just needed to be comforted, so that's exactly what she did.

They sat like that for a few moments, until Emily had calmed down, and Bridget could no longer hear her crying.

"You alright?" she asked softly when the young girl lifted her head from her shoulder. She reached up, and tucked a strand of hair behind Emily's ear.

"Yeah," The young girl looked down at the jersey in her hand. "You can put it in the bag." She handed it to her aunt. Bridget heard the brunette's car pull into the driveway. "I think Franky's here. Why don't you go use the washroom, then we'll be ready to go?"

Emily stood from the couch, and headed down the hallway just as the brunette entered through the front door.

Franky tossed her keys in the bowl, and made her way to the living room. She saw Bridget sitting on the couch, carefully folding Emily's jersey. She saw her wife reach up, and brush each cheek with her fingers.

"You alright, babe?" the brunette asked as she sat down beside the older woman.

"Yeah." Bridget gave her a smile. "This just brought up some memories for Em," she held up the now-folded shirt, "and I guess for me, too."

"Okay." Franky reached out, and rubbed the blonde's back, making Bridget smile.

"I just did the same thing for Em." She answered the younger woman's silent question as to why she was smiling. "Rubbed her back."

"Ah." The brunette nodded. "I guess it's kind of a universal comfort thing."

"Yeah, it is." Bridget gave her a small kiss. "Was everything good at the restaurant?"

"Yep. They've got it under control, and Shayne is closing up tonight." Franky pulled out her phone. "I also got an updated security system installed," she said as she pulled up an app on the screen.

"You put cameras in?" The blonde was curious.

"No, nothing like that. It just has sensors on the doors, and windows so I can tell if they're locked or not. It's hooked into the smoke detectors, and the electrical system." She talked as she scrolled through the different screens within the app. "I'd get an alert if the fire alarm was triggered, or if the power went off. I can even program in the store hours so that it'll alert me of anything that happens outside of that time frame, like someone opening a door, or window."

"So you'll know if Shayne is late to work in the mornings." Bridget gave a small laugh.

"No," Franky gave the blonde a sideways glance. "I got it so that when I'm here with you guys, I can be sure that everything is okay. So I don't have to run out and check that the doors are all locked. This will tell me."

"That's actually a good idea." The blonde was all for anything that helped ease the younger woman's mind, and help her relax. She just hoped that it didn't become a case of her checking her phone every few minutes.

"I know." Franky gave her a smug grin.

"Stop." Bridget nudged her gently with her elbow.

"I'm ready!" Emily returned from the washroom.

"Awesome! Let's go!" The brunette decided that she wouldn't bring up the fact that she knew the young girl had been upset earlier. Bridget had handled it, and Emily seemed okay now, so she wanted to keep the positivity going.

When they got to the stadium, Bridget made sure that Emily stuck close beside them, and held her hand. It was a huge building with tens of thousands of people. The last thing she wanted was for them to get separated and have to spend hours searching for each other, not to mention how traumatized the young girl would be if she suddenly found herself without them.

"These are our seats." Franky double checked the tickets, and let the other two go in first.

"These are really good, baby." The blonde was impressed with their view.

"I'm glad." She gave the older woman a small smile. She didn't know the stadium at all, so she was glad she'd made a good choice. "I'll go get us some food. Any requests?"

"Surprise me." Bridget looked at Emily, who shook her head. "Surprise us."

"Alright. I'll be right back." Franky would find them something good..

"Can I put my jersey on now?" The young girl looked into the bag they'd brought with them.

"Sure. I'll help you." The blonde helped her put on the shirt over her t-shirt. It was way too big for her, but Bridget understood why she wanted to wear it.

"Ay, you're cheering for the wrong team there, kid," an older man sitting in the row behind them commented when he saw her wearing a Sydney jersey.

Bridget never said anything, but Emily stared right up at the man. The blonde hoped that his comment hadn't upset her. She knew he was just joking around like some adults do with kids, but she didn't know how her niece would take it.

"It belonged to my dad. We watched the matches together. He died." Emily obviously hadn't picked up that the man wasn't serious.

Bridget watched out of the corner of her eye. She wanted to let the young girl handle this if she could.

"Is that so?" The man was quiet for a few seconds, clearly regretting what he'd said. "Well, you cheer as loud as you want, and make him proud, then."

Emily nodded, and smiled, then turned back around and sat down next to her aunt.

Bridget glanced behind her, and the man gave her an apologetic smile.

"Okay, you guys. I got us meat pies. Apparently they're the must have food here." Franky handed them each a pie in a red and yellow wrapper as she took her seat beside Emily. She'd eaten them before, but she didn't realize they were popular at the matches.

Franky sat with one arm draped across the back of the young girl's seat while she ate.

"Do you like it?" The brunette asked the young girl. She wasn't sure if she'd ever had one before.

"Yeah, it's good," Emily said as she took another bite. "There's Josh!" The young girl pointed excitedly at one of the players on the field.

"He's your favorite, right?" Franky vaguely remembered her saying that she had a favorite player on the team, so she guessed it was the one she was now excited about seeing.

"Yeah!" She bounced in her seat, as she continued to eat.

As the match went on, the two women could tell that Emily was getting more into it. Tim had obviously shared a lot of his knowledge and love of the game with her.

During one play, Josh ran to catch the ball that had been kicked by one of his teammates. It looked as if he had underestimated the distance he'd have to travel, and it wasn't looking hopeful that he'd catch it.

"Come on! Run!" The young girl had stood from her seat, and was yelling as loud as she could. "Move your arse!"

The two women burst out laughing, as did a few people around them. They knew they should correct Emily, and tell her that what she'd said wasn't polite, but they were caught off guard, and in the moment, it was actually funny.

"Oh, love, you're just like your father." Bridget patted the young girl on the back, then glanced up at the brunette, who gave her a small smile.

In the end, the Sydney Swans ended up losing, but the three of them had a good time. They stayed in their seats for a bit after the game, letting the crowd filter out ahead of them.

"Can we go closer?" Emily had spotted some of the team members still lingering on the field, either talking to the press, or just playing catch to wind down after the match.

"Yeah, I'll walk down with you." Bridget reached out for her hand, and they walked down the few rows. The blonde took a seat at the end of the front row, but the young girl walked right up to the short wall that divided the seating from the playing area.

She watched Emily, watching the players on the field. The young girl turned around a couple of times to make sure that her aunt was still there, and each time, Bridget just gave her a small smile. The blonde wasn't in a rush to leave, and she wasn't going to pull Emily away from something that she was enjoying.

"I think she's having a good time," Franky said, as she sat down in the seat directly behind Bridget.

"Yeah, she is. This was a good idea." Bridget glanced behind her, and saw the brunette give her a quick wink.

"Look." Franky nodded her head towards the players. She'd seen one of them nudge Josh in the arm, then point over towards Emily. The footballer was now walking over to the edge of the field.

"Hey." He gave Emily a small smile. "I like your jersey."

"It's got your name on it." The young girl turned around to show him that his last name was written across the back.

"That's awesome! Is this your first game?" He felt awkward making small talk, but he knew that fans, especially kids, appreciated it.

"Yeah, my auntie, and Franky brought me." Emily pointed to the two women in the seats a few feet behind her.

"They must be pretty cool then." He heard one of his teammates call out to him. "I have to go, but since it's your first game, and you're wearing my jersey, I think you need a souvenir." He handed her the ball they'd been playing catch with before he came over to talk to her.

"Thank you." The young girl reached out, and took the ball. It was big in her small hands. She immediately went to show the two women what he'd given her.

"Thank you," Bridget called out to him.

He turned and gave them a small wave as he jogged back to join his teammates.

"Ay, bub, that's pretty cool!" Franky never thought Emily would end up with something so special from their day out.

"I'm going to keep it forever." Emily hugged the ball to her chest.

"We'll find a spot for it in your room." The blonde was happy for her, and also impressed that she wasn't too shy to stay and talk to him.

"Can we do it as soon as we get home?" the young girl asked, looking up at her.

"Sure. Are you ready to go now?" Again, Bridget didn't want to rush her, but the players were leaving the field, and there wasn't really anything else to hang around for.

"Yeah." Emily nodded.

The brunette looked around, and saw that there were still some fans in the stands, and they had seen Josh give the ball to the young girl. She trusted no one.

"Let me carry it to the car for you, bub. Then you can have it back." Franky took the ball when Emily handed it over.

When they got home, Bridget helped her niece clear a spot on one of the shelves in her bookcase.

"How does that look?" the blonde asked her. "Is it okay there?"

"It looks good," Emily replied with a yawn.

"Alright. I'll put this away for you." Bridget picked up the jersey from the bed, and began to fold it. "I want you to go have your shower now, love." It wasn't late, but Emily was obviously tired from her day out.

The blonde left the young girl to get cleaned she returned to the living room, she saw the brunette, slumped on the end of the couch, in a half-sitting, half-laying down position. She could hear the younger woman's slow, steady breathing.

"Oh, baby," Bridget said softly, as she quietly began to unpack the bag they'd taken with them. She knew Franky had been more tired than she'd been letting on lately.

When she heard Emily leave the bathroom, and go back to her room, the blonde walked over, and knelt beside the couch.

"Baby." She placed a soft kiss on Franky's temple. "Baby."

The brunette scrunched up her face.

"Franky," Bridget said softly. "You should go to bed if you're tired. Your back will be killing you if you sleep out here."

"It's still really early, Gidge," Franky mumbled.

"I know, but if you're tired, then you're tired." She placed another kiss on the younger woman's cheek in an attempt to keep her awake.

"I want to hang out with you guys." The brunette finally opened her eyes, and looked at the blonde.

"Okay. Why don't you go shower then? And I'll heat up the leftover pizza from the other night for us." She felt a bit like she was trying to get Franky showered and into her pyjamas the same as she was with Emily earlier.

"Come with me." Her eyes flickered down to Bridget's lips.

"I can't. Em will be back out here any minute. You can do this, baby. I have faith in you." The blonde gave her one final kiss before she stood, and went to the kitchen to turn on the oven. She heard Franky groan behind her as she stood up, and made her way down the hallway.

"Did you have a good day, babe?" the brunette asked as Bridget settled into her arms. They'd gone to bed as soon as Emily was asleep that evening.

"I did, and Em did, too. Thank you for getting the tickets." The blonde gave her a soft kiss.

"I'll get more the next time Sydney plays here." Franky didn't fully understand the game, but she'd had a fun day.

"Em would love that." Bridget smiled at her. She studied the younger woman's face for a moment. "Baby, I want you to take tomorrow off. Let Shayne open."

"Gidge, I can't." She sighed. "I can't. It's not fair for me to dump all the hours on him that I don't want to work." She already felt bad that he was working the weekends when that was the only time that Vera had off. She knew she'd soon have to work some herself. Eventually she may be able to hire another chef, but that wasn't possible right now.

"Please." The blonde placed a hand on her cheek. "I can tell you're tired."

"Okay." Franky let out another sigh as she reached for her phone. "But I'm not telling him he has to, I'm just going to ask if he can." She talked as she typed him a quick message.

Bridget was okay with that since she was pretty sure he'd agree to it.

It was only a few seconds before a reply came through.

"He said he can do it." The brunette placed her phone back on the bedside table.

The older woman took the opportunity to cuddle into Franky's side, so that the brunette had to stay lying on her back.

"Thank you for asking him." Bridget placed a kiss on the younger woman's shoulder, then rested a hand on her lower stomach.

"Do you realize that you do that?" Franky asked her with a small grin.

"Do what?" The blonde looked up at her.

"After each insemination, until we find out the result, you like to keep your hand on my stomach." The brunette glanced down to where Bridget's hand was resting.

"I mean, I know I've done it a couple times, but I didn't think it was that much." She searched her memory. It wasn't something she was consciously doing.

"You do. I like it." Franky wrapped one arm around her, and pulled her in closer to her side.

"I guess I'm just trying to put some good vibes in there." She thought for a moment. "And if there is a baby in there, I want it to know how much I love it."

"It'll know." The brunette held eye contact with her. "It'll know because I know."

"That's beautiful." Bridget could feel herself getting emotional.

"Don't cry." Franky reached over, and brushed a single tear from the blonde's cheek.

"It's all good." She rested her head on the brunette's shoulder. She counted the days in her head until they could take a pregnancy test while she listened to Franky's quiet breathing. It's going to be a long ten days, she thought to herself.