Bridget smiled. She could feel Franky's arms still around her as she woke, and that meant that the brunette wasn't in the bathroom dealing with morning sickness.

"How are you feeling, baby?" she asked as she turned over to face the younger woman.

"Not too bad." Franky gave her a soft kiss, and heard a small hum of content come from the blonde.

She'd been trying most of the suggestions the doctor had told her to lessen her morning sickness over the past couple of days, and she was finding that, for now, they seemed to help quite a bit. She'd read though that as she moved further into the first trimester, her symptoms could worsen once more.

"Good." Bridget smiled as she pulled the brunette in for a kiss again.

Franky felt the blonde's hands roam over the bare skin of her back, and skim along the waistband of her pyjama pants.

"What?" the blonde asked with a small giggle when she felt the other woman smile against her lips.

"You want me," the brunette mumbled, as she placed a kiss on Bridget's lips, then pulled back so she could see her face better.

"Maybe." The blonde gave her a cheeky smile.

Franky leaned in, and kissed her slowly. It was the kind of kiss that she knew made the older woman melt. After a few seconds, she felt Bridget's hand against her shoulder, pushing her onto her back.

The blonde moved so that she was straddling the younger woman's hips.

"Is this okay?" Bridget asked as she placed a kiss on her jaw.

"Mhm." Franky placed her hands on the other woman's hips, and guided her down. "You can rest against me. I like to feel you on me." She knew that the blonde was just being extra cautious, but there was no reason why they couldn't make love the way they normally did. They were never rough with each other unless one of them specifically requested something. Even then, it was mild.

The brunette turned her head to the side, and sighed as she felt Bridget's lips on her neck. She reached down, and found the hem of the blonde's t-shirt. She slowly lifted it until the older woman had to stop her actions for a second to allow her to pull it off over her head.

"You always manage to get me naked first," the blonde said, smiling down at her.

"It's a talent." Franky returned her smile, and wrinkled her nose a bit. "I'll be a good sport, and let you catch up, though."

Bridget smiled as she ran her hands up the brunette's sides, bringing her singlet up, and over her head. Next, she removed both hers, and Franky's pyjama pants, and settled back on top of her, this time in between her legs.

The blonde placed a kiss on the younger woman's lips, then moved again to her neck as she reached down between them. She heard the brunette gasp as her fingers brushed along her inner thigh. Bridget didn't plan to tease her for long.

Franky raised her hips slightly as the older woman kissed down her neck, and then along her collarbone. The brunette wanted to be touched everywhere. Between her fatigue, and morning sickness, it had been almost a week since they'd made love, and she hadn't realized until now how much she needed this.

She moaned as she felt Bridget take her right nipple into her mouth, and run her tongue over it. They were a lot more sensitive now.

"Mm, god." Franky let her head fall back against the pillow, and closed her eyes, as the blonde let her fingers glide over her folds, then slowly circle her clit. Even though there was a tension building in her body, she hadn't felt this relaxed in days.

After a moment, Bridget moved across to the brunette's other nipple, and let her fingers slide easily inside the younger woman. She set a slow pace, with her thumb caressing the small bundle of nerves, and savoured all the sounds that were emanating from her wife's lips.

Franky reached down, and placed her hand on the back of the blonde's head, tangling her fingers in her hair.

"Fuck, babe." The brunette shivered despite the heat building inside of her. "You're going to make me come really soon." Franky didn't know why she warned her; it was something they rarely did, because it really didn't matter when it happened. This morning however, she felt the need to tell her. Maybe subconsciously the brunette didn't want it to end so quickly.

Bridget lifted her head. She slowed her fingers a bit, and moved up in the bed so that she was face to face with the younger woman. She brushed the tip of her nose against the brunette's.

She studied the younger woman's face, as Franky let her head fall back again, and arched her back, trying to meet the blonde's fingers.

Bridget started working her way down the middle of the brunette's chest, then stomach. Once she'd made herself comfortable between Franky's legs, she lifted one of the younger woman's legs, and placed it over her shoulder.

The brunette managed to open her eyes long enough to see Bridget lower her head, and wrap her lips around her clit. Franky let out another moan.

"Mm, right there." Franky had felt a jolt of pleasure run through her.

The blonde kept up her pace with both her fingers, and her tongue, and it wasn't long before the younger woman felt her muscles begin to tense. She gripped the sheets with one hand, and held Bridget's head gently in place with the other. Another couple of swipes of the older woman's tongue was all it took for Franky's orgasm to hit her.

As soon as the blonde came back face to face with her, Franky flipped them over. She kissed the older woman, as she slid two fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck." Bridget was always surprised how quickly, and easily the brunette could find that spot inside her. She tried to hold on, but she felt a tingle in her toes, which indicated that she was seconds away from her own orgasm. She knew that the brunette would have some smug comment about how quickly she'd made her come, or at least a cocky grin on her face.

After her orgasm, Bridget opened her eyes, and sure enough, Franky had a half smile on her face that said she was very proud of herself.

"Stop." The blonde laughed, and playfully shoved the younger woman's shoulder.

"You're beautiful," Franky said, softly.

"So are you." Bridget could feel herself starting to blush. She wiggled her toes to help alleviate the tingling after effects. "Can we just stay here all day?"

"Franky? Auntie Bridge?" Emily's small voice carried through their bedroom door.

"There's your answer." Franky gave a small laugh, as she placed a kiss beside the blonde's ear.

"We'll be out in a minute, love." Bridget knew that her request to stay in bed all day wasn't possible, but she'd been hoping to get at least a few more minutes.

"Maybe we can have a quickie after the ultrasound appointment this afternoon," the brunette teased with a giggle.

The older woman simply laughed, and shook her head.

"I'm so excited to see our baby." Bridget reached up, and rested her hand against the younger woman's cheek.

"Me too." Franky turned her head, and placed a kiss on the blonde's palm. "We should get up now. I'll make breakfast. It's definitely my turn." She gave the older woman one last kiss before she got out of the bed.

"How did this even happen?" Bridget asked as she dropped the file back onto Vera's desk.

"I don't…" The governor shrugged. "I don't know."

"It's like he's got a radar for her or something." The blonde sighed.

"I know. I didn't schedule him in her area. I promised you that I wouldn't, and I didn't. He wasn't even supposed to be working yesterday. He must have traded with someone." Vera didn't like feeling like she'd broken a promise, even if it was out of her control.

"It's not your fault." Bridget tried to comfort her friend. "Do we only have his report to go by?"

"Except for her verbal account, yes. Unfortunately, the cameras in the area where the incident took place had been moved." Vera paused. "There was also a ganging last night." She glanced up at the blonde. They both shared a mutual hatred of that particular punishment.

"I should meet with that inmate today." The blonde knew that the women would rarely talk about why they were attacked, but she wanted them to know that they had someone who would listen.

"Of course." The governor made a note.

"How's she doing?" Bridget nodded towards the monitor on Vera's desk. She knew that her friend would be keeping a close eye on Lana.

When the governor turned the screen so that the blonde could see what was on it, sure enough, it showed the young inmate in her cell in the slot. She was laying on her side on the bed, curled almost into a fetal position, and facing the wall.

"Not good." Bridget sighed. "I want to see her today as well," she glanced at her watch, "but it'll have to wait. I need to go meet Franky."

"Is everything okay with her?" Vera asked, concerned.

"Yeah, all good. Why?" The blonde gave her a small, reassuring smile.

"It just seems like you've been going to a lot of appointments with her lately. I thought maybe she hasn't been feeling well, or something." The governor had actually asked Shayne if he'd noticed anything off with the brunette after Bridget had asked for yet another couple of hours away from work, and he said he hadn't.

"She's fine. Promise." She knew that her friend was just concerned for Franky. She couldn't wait for the time when they'd be able to reveal the good news to all of their loved ones.

"How did your breakfast settle?" Bridget asked, as they waited in the exam room for the doctor.

"It was touch and go for about an hour, but it stayed down." Franky knew she had probably overdone it as soon as she'd finished eating that morning, but it had felt so nice to wake up hungry instead of nauseous that she'd taken advantage of it.

"Good." She reached over, and held one of the brunette's hands. The younger woman had been nervously playing with her silver ring.

"Hello, good to see you both again." Dr. Ryan entered the room, and closed the door behind her. "How are you feeling?" She directed the question at Franky.

"Pretty good today." The brunette nodded. "I've been trying the things you told me, and they seem to be helping."

"Excellent. The hormones will really start picking up after this week, so continue with whatever you find helps, and hopefully you'll continue to get at least some relief." SHe turned her attention to the blonde. "And how have you been feeling?"

"Oh, uh, not too bad." Bridget knew she should be used to the doctor asking about her as well by now, but it always still took her by surprise. "I've just been trying to help out Franky however I can."

"Good." The doctor scanned over the brunette's file. "Your test results have all been excellent, including today's."

"You got it back already?" Franky was used to waiting a couple of hours for a call with the results.

"Slow day in the lab." Dr. Ryan gave her a smile. "Ready to meet your baby?"

"Yeah." The brunette took a deep breath. She could already feel herself getting emotional. She felt Bridget squeeze her hand.

"Okay, just lie down," she gestured towards the exam table, "and I'll get everything set up."

Franky knew the drill by now. She'd changed into the robe as soon as they'd gotten to the room, so she was ready to go.

"At this point, we should be able to see the gestational sac, the yolk sac, and the embryo." Dr. Ryan talked as she prepared the ultrasound machine. "We'll be able to verify that the pregnancy is in fact inside the uterus, as well as determine the number of babies. We should also be able to hear the heartbeat."

"Is there a chance it's not in the uterus?" The brunette of course had heard of this happening, but she'd never known of a case personally.

"There's a slim chance with any pregnancy, but there's nothing so far to indicate that's the case with yours. If you'll just lie back, we'll get started." She placed her hand on Franky's shoulder, and guided her gently back.

The brunette took in a slow, deep breath. She was so ready to see their baby.

"There it is." The doctor smiled, and pointed to a spot on the screen. "One embryo, inside the uterus. Now, we should," She moved slightly, and a soft, steady beat could be heard, "be able to hear the heartbeat."

Franky turned her head to look at the blonde, who was seated in a chair beside her.

"That's our baby, baby," Bridget said, with tears in her eyes. She reached over, and wiped each of the brunette's cheeks with her thumb.

"Yeah." The younger woman couldn't stop smiling. "Everything is okay?" She glanced over at the doctor.

"Everything looks great," Dr. Ryan reassured her.

"Can we have a copy of the ultrasound?" The blonde wasn't exactly sure where they'd put it since they hadn't told anyone yet, but she knew she definitely wanted it as a memento.

"Sure. I'll leave one at the front desk for you to pick up when you leave." She watched the two women looking at the screen.

"Sorry." Franky noticed that the doctor seemed to just be waiting, giving them a moment to take it all in.

"Take your time." Dr. Ryan said softly.

"We're good, I think." The brunette looked to Bridget for confirmation, and got a small nod.

The three women were quiet for a moment while the doctor turned off the machine, and began to clean up.

"When can we tell people?" Franky glanced at the older woman as she spoke to Dr. Ryan. "Like when can we be sure I won't, you know?" She didn't even want to say it.

"The risk of a miscarriage drops dramatically after the first trimester, or after week twelve. A lot of people wait until then. If they aren't showing much, it makes it easier. There's no hard and fast rule, though." She could tell this wasn't the answer the brunette wanted. "I will say this; I see no indication at this point that this will be anything other than a normal, healthy pregnancy."

"Okay," Franky nodded, "thank you." She knew the doctor wasn't going to give her more than the standard answer, which she already knew, as nothing was ever a true guarantee.

"Are you thinking of telling Em?" Bridget asked as they walked out to their cars.

"No." Franky sighed. "I don't know. Sometimes I'm just so excited that I want to share it with everyone. I want to see the look on her face when she finds out she's going to be a big sister. Then I remember what we talked about, and why we should wait."

"I understand." The blonde reached out, and took the younger woman's hand while they walked. "We're halfway there though; six of twelve weeks of secrecy done."

"Yeah, but we've only known for two." The brunette caught the look on her face. "See. It's farther away than you think." She gave the older woman an amused smile.

They stopped walking when they got to Bridget's car.

"Do you want to take this, or should I?" Franky asked, holding up the envelope containing the ultrasound photograph.

"You can take it. I'll make a copy of it tonight to put in my desk." The blonde stretched up, and gave the brunette a quick kiss. "I'm so in love with you."

"Right back at ya." The younger woman lowered her head, and gave Bridget a soft kiss. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

"Yeah." The blonde smiled up at her, and stole one final kiss before they parted ways.

Bridget waited as the officer unlocked the door to Lana's cell. When she stepped inside, the young inmate was in pretty much the same spot as she had been this morning when the blonde had seen her on the monitor in Vera's office.

"You can leave us," Bridget told the officer before turning her attention back to Lana. She walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so fucked." She wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?" The blonde rested her hand on Lana's ankle, trying to give her some sort of comfort.

"It was pretty much like last time, except you didn't show up, and tell him to let me go." She wiped her face again. "I panicked. I hit his shoulder with my fist, and I said he was a coward with a tiny dick who got off on terrifying helpless women."

"That must have been very scary for you." Bridget knew Lana's history with men, especially those who liked to throw their power around.

"I just wanted him to let me go. I like to walk, it helps me clear my head. I can't always go outside, so I have to walk the hallways. I wasn't supposed to be in work unit, or anything. I wasn't even somewhere I shouldn't have been." Lana rolled over onto her back now, so that she could look at the blonde. "He just got pissed because he thought I was up to something. He asked why he'd seen me pass by a couple times, and I told him I was just walking around. He didn't believe me; thought I was being a smartass, and messing with him."

Bridget simply nodded. If what Lana said was true, then she'd done nothing wrong that should have drawn Fletch's attention. The blonde tended to believe what she was telling her. She knew that Lana liked to be outside; liked to be active. It was one of the things she said calmed her.

"He's filing a formal complaint, isn't he?" Lana looked at the blonde with tears still in her eyes.

"Yeah, he is." Bridget replied softly. "Verbal and physical abuse of an officer."

"I'm screwed." The young inmate shook her head, as she turned onto her side once again.

"I'll talk to him." The blonde wasn't sure how far she'd get; he could be stubborn, but she wanted to at least try.

"It won't matter. He doesn't give a fuck about me." She curled herself into a tighter ball.

"I'll still try." Bridget patted her leg, and began to stand up.

"Can you stay for a bit?" Lana looked behind her at the blonde. "I just want some company."

"Sure." She'd actually scheduled an hour with the young inmate anyway, but based on her body language, she'd thought that Lana had wanted to be alone. She sat back down on the bed. "Was there anything you wanted to talk about?"

"No, I just don't want to be alone." She turned back to the wall.

"Alright." Bridget glanced at her watch. She'd finish out the hour here if that helped the young inmate in some way.

"Fletch, we need to talk." Bridget had found him in the officer's lounge once she'd finished her time with Lana.

"I wondered how long before you'd come to the rescue of your star pupil." He didn't look up from his meal as he spoke.

"You know, when Franky was in here, you were alright with her. What happened?" The blonde hadn't intended to bring up that fact, but his hostile greeting had changed her mood.

"It was in my best interest to look after her." He finally glanced up at her as he took another mouthful of food.

It made sense now. He only looked after Franky because of her connection to Vera, and Bridget, and he probably thought that being nice to her would earn him some brownie points with the governor.

"Okay," Bridget took a deep breath to calm herself, as she sat down across from him at the table, "but why are you targeting Lana then? What did she do to catch your attention?"

"She thinks she can do whatever she wants. She's wandering around all the time, and she just glares at me. I'm starting to understand where her attitude is coming from though. She clearly has you in her back pocket bailing her out whenever she gets into trouble." He took the last bite of his meal, and snapped the lid back onto the container. "Look, my break is pretty much over, so unless there's something else…"

"Yeah, there is, actually." The blonde knew that what she was about to say wouldn't go over well. "I'd like you to consider dropping the verbal and physical abuse charges. She's made some real progress since she's been in here, and something like this hanging over her head could undo all of that."

"What?!" he scoffed. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Because all you have on her is that she likes to walk around. That's what she does to clear her mind. It's actually a pretty good coping strategy. You two don't like each other, I get that, but is it really worth these two charges?" Bridget hoped that there was still some bit of sympathy in him that she could appeal to.

"She put her hands on me, and she insulted me!" He pointed at the blonde. "You know that I'm well within my rights to file those charges."

"Come on." She sighed. "She's half your size, you couldn't possibly have been scared of her. Unless it was the tiny dick comment that really set you off."

"It…" Fletch looked around to see if anyone else had heard what she'd said. "It was not…"

"Fletch, look, I know you don't like her, I know you're upset, but I'm asking you to please reconsider this." Bridget paused, she had really been hoping not to have to use this tactic. "I would consider it a personal favor if you decided to drop them."

"A personal favor?" He studied her, appearing to consider her offer.

"Yeah, I'd owe you." The blonde hated the idea of owing anyone, but she needed to help Lana.

"Alright," he leaned back in the chair, and crossed his arms, "I'll drop them, but I need something from you."

"What is it?" Bridget already regretted the arrangement.

"Franky." He paused for a moment, watching the emotions on her face. She tried to keep a poker face, but in this case she failed. "She's a chef, right? I have a date tomorrow night. A nice, gourmet meal delivered to my place around eight should do the trick." He stood, and gathered his dishes off the table. As he passed by the blonde, he leaned down, and lowered his voice. "What did you think, that I was going to ask to fuck her?"

He chuckled, as he walked away.

"Tell her not to be late," he called back over his shoulder.

Bridget closed her eyes for a moment. That had been exactly where she thought he was going with his request, and she'd felt immediately nauseous. Of course she never would have agreed to it, but just the thought of Franky being with someone else while they were together made her physically ill. She hoped that the brunette would agree to help her out.

"Are you not feeling well?" Emily asked when she returned from her room, and found the brunette laying on the couch.

"I'm just a little tired." Franky said as she sat up. "Ready to make those cookies?"

She'd convinced the young girl to leave the restaurant early today by promising her they'd make something at the house.

"Can we make the ones with the candy in them?" She asked excitedly.

"I don't think we have any candy, but I might have something that will work." The brunette walked over to the kitchen cabinets, and started going through her stash of ingredients. "These should do it." She held up a bag of candy coated chocolate chips. She couldn't remember why she'd bought them, but they would come in handy now.

"Yeah! We need pretzels too!" Emily joined her in the kitchen, and climbed up onto the small stool so she could work on the counter.

"Yep, got them right here." Franky had actually bought these for herself. They were one of the foods that were supposed to help with her morning sickness.

When the brunette came to stand at the island, the young girl wrapped her arms around her waist. She reached down, and rubbed the back of Emily's shoulder.

"Ready to start?" She looked down at the young girl, who nodded. "I was talking to Ms. Williams today." It always felt weird to Franky to call her that.

"Am I in trouble?" Emily asked as she cracked open an egg.

"No, why would you...did you do something?" The brunette was suspicious because of her assumption of being in trouble.

"No." The young girl shook her head as she added another egg to the bowl.

"I invited your whole class to have lunch at the restaurant next Friday, and she called to tell me that the principal said it was okay." Franky was happy to see a smile on Emily's face.

"Can I cook for them?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah," the brunette let out a small laugh, "you can help us, then you can eat with them. We can make up a little menu tomorrow."

"Thank you." Emily gave her another hug.

"You're welcome, bub." Franky was looking forward to making the menu with her.

"Something smells good!" Bridget had just arrived home, and she was greeted with the smell of fresh-baked cookies.

"Me and Franky made cookies." Emily ran to meet her, holding one of them out to her.

"Oo, these are interesting." She'd taken a bite, and now held it out to inspect it.

"They have candy, chocolate chips, and pretzels, and coconut!" the young girl explained.

"Different, but good. I like them!" She bent down, and gave her niece a kiss on the cheek.

"I helped." Franky turned her head and pointed to her cheek, indicating that she thought she deserved a thank you kiss as well.

The blonde simply looked at her, and took another bite. She couldn't help but smile at the look on the younger woman's face which could only be described as surprised disappointment.

"They're delicious, baby." Bridget stretched up, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Baby." She reached down, and brushed her fingers over Franky's lower stomach, causing the brunette to break out in a huge smile.

Franky found the blonde sitting on the island, eating another cookie when she returned from putting Emily to bed.

"Caught you," she said with a grin, as she stepped in between the older woman's legs.

"What's my punishment?" Bridget asked, looking at her with a half grin on her face.

"You have to sleep on the couch tonight." Franky wasn't sure which one of them that would punish more.

"Empty threat," the blonde said with a giggle. She took a deep breath. "Although, I need to talk to you about something, and then you might actually want to follow through on it." She'd been putting off telling the younger woman about the dinner for Fletch, and his date, but she couldn't avoid it any longer. It wouldn't be fair to wait until the morning of to spring it on her.

"I highly doubt that." The brunette couldn't ever imagine not wanting to be around the other woman, even if she was upset with her. "What's going on?" She placed a hand on each of Bridget's hips.

"Remember the inmate that I was bringing food to?" She looked down at Franky's necklace, and could see the light reflected a bit off the small silver kite charm as it moved slightly with each of the brunette's heartbeats. It was slow, steady; calm. "She got in trouble with Fletch, and I tried to bail her out." She looked at the charm again, no change. "I told him if he dropped the charge he filed against her, I'd consider it a personal favor, and apparently he wants to cash that in right away." She saw the charm move a bit faster, as the younger woman took a deep breath.

"What does he want?" Franky couldn't imagine what he could possibly want from the blonde.

"He wants you to cook dinner for him, and his date tomorrow night, and take it to his house for eight." Bridget tried to read the younger woman's face, but she was having trouble.

"You feel like she deserves to have the charges dropped?" She could sense that the blonde had been unsure how she'd take it.

"I do. She's mostly just scared, and wants to be left alone, and he's just always….overbearing with her. She panicked, and now he's on a power trip." There was a lot more to it, but Bridget couldn't give out many details.

"Alright." Franky gave a small nod.

"Really?" The blonde wasn't sure what she had expected, but it was definitely more than just 'alright'.

"Yeah. I trust your judgement so if you think she deserves it, then I'll do it." The brunette leaned in, and gave her a quick kiss. "Plus, I always knew he seemed like a bit of a creep. Just be careful, yeah?"

"I will." Bridget told herself that this was the only time she could help Lana get out of something this big.

Franky wrapped her arms around the older woman.

"Don't ever be nervous to tell me something." She placed a kiss below the blonde's ear, and felt her nod. "I think we should watch a movie in bed," the brunette suggested. It wasn't really something they ever did, but tonight she thought it would be perfect.

"So I don't have to sleep on the couch?" Bridget asked with a smile.

"Definitely not." Franky stepped back, and held out her hand to help the blonde down off the island, then led her to the bedroom.

"Franky."

The brunette felt a small tug on the back of her t-shirt.

"Franky."

She turned over onto her back to see Emily standing beside the bed.

"What's up, bub? You okay?"

"Yeah." The young girl nodded. "Can I sleep with you?"

"Okay." Franky lifted the blanket, and made sure that she protected her stomach so that Emily wouldn't bump into it.

She settled in between the two women, and cuddled into the brunette.

Franky wrapped her arm around her, and rubbed her back.

"Did you have a bad dream?" she asked quietly.

"No." Emily shook her head.

"Are you sure you feel okay?" Franky didn't think she'd lie to her, but there had to be some reason why she was asking to sleep with them.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She snuggled in closer.

"Okay." The brunette held her a bit tighter. She figured it was probably just a bad dream that she wasn't ready to talk about yet, or maybe she was having trouble sleeping. Either way, the young girl seemed to be content now, and that's what was important.