Mike opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had no idea what he wanted to say, he just knew that he wanted to make it better. But seeing Helen face to face, seeing the hurt in her eyes, he had no idea where to begin so he said the first thing that came to his head. "How are you doing? Are you okay? Is the baby?"

Helen sighed. She was exhausted but pride had her refusing to tell Mike that. She also desperately wanted a cigarette. She hadn't told Lindsay, but she kept an emergency pack in her closet. She'd smoked maybe a pack, total, in the last five years, all during times of high stress. But she couldn't have one now, she refused to hurt her baby like that. "I'm fine. Did you come here for small talk or did you actually want something?" Sometime during her nap, Helen the fighter had come back replacing the confused frightened woman she'd been earlier.

Mike took a step back, then stopped. He knew that Helen lashed out the most when she was hurt. He took a few steps forward and Helen retreated before she could stop herself. She didn't want him to touch her, she didn't think she could take it. Mike stopped, he didn't want to send her running again. "Helen...why..." He took a breath, not sure he really wanted to ask this question but he needed to know. "When I asked you to marry me, why did you say no?"

Helen sighed and walked around Mike to sit on the couch. This was probably going to be an emotional discussion and her doctor had warned her to avoid stress. Since that wasn't possible she at least wanted to sit while being stressed. As she sat, her hand automatically rested on her stomach. Mike followed and watched her hand, wanting desperately to touch her stomach, to feel their child. But he knew that somehow he'd lost that privilege and he'd have to earn it back. Helen paused, not knowing what to say, how to explain it to Mike.

Mike saw the indecision and tried another tactic. "Is it because you don't love me?"

Tears filled Helen's eyes at the pain in voice, that he would even have to ask her that question. She shook her head. "I can't get married because of the baby."

"What," Mike asked, confused.

"You...after I told you that I'm pregnant," Helen paused. "After I told you, you proposed. Because of the baby. And I can't...won't get married just because I'm having a baby."

"Because you don't love me," Mike said sadly.

"No," Helen exclaimed before she could stop herself. "I didn't say no because I don't love you, Michael." She sighed. "When I was 15, my sister Lisa was 18. She got pregnant and married the guy. She was miserable because she didn't love him and he didn't love her. After 5 years, she divorced him. It almost broke her. And I'm not going to do that to myself or my baby. I'm not..." Helen broke off. She couldn't say that the marriage would be loveless because she loved Mike and she knew it. But there was still that voice of doubt in the back of her mind that was saying Mike had only proposed because of the baby.

Mike had listened to her but had no idea how to respond. "Helen, honey we're not going to be like Lisa. I promise that, because I love you. And I thought you loved me."

Helen sighed, the tears spilling over and creating little rivers down her cheeks. "I do love you Michael. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. But the timing...I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to be completely sure that you *didn't* just marry me because of the baby."

Mike reached over to touch her, to hold her and comfort her and convince Helen that he did love her. But Helen shrank against the back of the couch. Mike stopped, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "I don't want to lose you, Helen," he said firmly. "I asked you to marry me because you are the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world and I love you. I want you to be my wife. I swear, I was going to propose last night anyway. I bought the ring before I left for Chicago, I knew then that I wanted to marry you. When you told me about the baby...all I could think of was how excited I was to start a new life with you and the baby. How we'd be a family. And I wanted to get started on that life right away."

Helen drew her knees into her chest, wanting so badly to just sob. Everything she wanted, Mike, their child, a family, was within her reach. But for some reason she couldn't reach out and take it. "I wanted that too, Mike," she whispered.

Mike closed his eyes at the past tense. "And now," he whispered, afraid of the answer.

"I don't know if I can trust that it's for real," Helen said sadly. "I want to trust that it is more than anything, but I'm afraid that I'll always have this little voice inside of me asking if I'm sure it's not just for the baby."

"Helen, it's not," Mike insisted. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I don't love our baby already. But I love you too. I've loved you for a year and a half."

"I would never keep you from your baby, Michael," Helen insisted.

"I don't want to lose the baby, but I don't want to lose you either. Please, don't cut me out of your life."

Helen sighed sadly. She loved Mike with all her heart, she couldn't imagine her life without him and she didn't want to. "I won't marry you now," she said firmly.

"Someday?" Mike asked hopefully.

"Maybe. Michael, I don't know if I'll ever be able to believe that you proposed because of me, not just because of the baby."

Mike sighed. "Helen, I swear, I was planning on proposing to you before I knew there was a baby. And when I propose to you again, it will be because I love you and I want you to be my wife and I want to be your husband. The baby is a bonus, but I want to marry *you*."

"I'm just not sure that I can ever believe that 100%," Helen whispered.

"Then I'll have to prove it to you," Mike answered. "You said that maybe someday you'll say yes. Can we still be together until someday comes," Mike asked, praying the answer was yes.

Helen paused. She hadn't really thought about that. "I...I don't know," she answered honestly. When Mike's face fell, she spoke quickly. "I mean, the last two weeks have been hard. I...I wanted you to be happy about the baby so badly-"

Mike reached over and took Helen's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "I am happy about the baby," he said.

Helen nodded. "I hoped you would be, but I wasn't sure. And I was prepared to do this myself. To go through with the pregnancy and call you when the baby was born."

"Helen," Mike said, shocked. "How could you even *think* that I wouldn't want to be here?"

"I was preparing for the worst," Helen defended. "I was ready to do all of this alone, because this baby is wanted and loved. But if you want to be here..."

"I do," Mike said firmly. "I want to hold your head if you're sick and feel the baby move and go to doctor's appointments with you and help decorate the nursery. I want to be here for both of you."

Helen smiled through the tears that were streaming down her face again. "It wouldn't be like we were engaged," she warned. "We'd still be like we were before you left for Chicago. Dating."

Mike smiled as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "Dating would be wonderful." His smile turned into a grin. "Helen Gamble, will you be my girlfriend?"

Helen laughed through her tears and nodded. "Yes." She scooted across the couch into Mike's arms and held on tightly, burying her face in his chest. Mike smiled and held her close, stroking her hair until he felt her relax against him. Helen shifted so she could just rest her head against his shoulder and Mike smiled down at her.

"Tell me when you found out," he asked softly. "I missed so much, I want to hear everything!"

Helen sighed and started telling him everything. How she'd first suspected that she was pregnant and taking the test, then the first doctor's appointment. When she got to the day she'd started bleeding, her voice hitched and tears again ran down her cheeks. "I was so scared," she whispered. "I thought I'd done something wrong or terrible, that I'd hurt our baby. And all I wanted was for you to be there, holding me and telling me that we'd be alright."

Mike drew her closer and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry I wasn't there," he whispered. "I wish I had been."

Helen nodded. "I took a cab to the ER. I guess Ellenor got worried when I didn't come home and she called Bobby and Lindsay. Somehow they ended up at the hospital and brought me home. Lindsay and Ellenor stayed with me pretty much all the time to make sure I was alright. The doctor put me on bed rest until I was out of my first trimester. The first day I was allowed to go out was Sunday."

"But you're alright now," Mike asked worriedly.

Helen nodded, rubbing his chest to reassure him. "We're both fine. I went to the doctor again on Saturday and she said that everything's perfect, I'm right on schedule."

"Good," Mike whispered. "When's your next appointment?"

"Two weeks," Helen answered. "Dr. Klein wants to make sure that I haven't had any more problems."

"I'd like to go with you."

Helen smiled. "I'd like that."

"You know, you have some pretty great friends at that office."

Helen glanced up at Mike worriedly. "What do you mean? What did they do to you?"

Mike smiled down at her. "Well, I worked my ass off to get Bobby to tell me anything, and he still would only tell me to make you listen. And last night Ellenor looked pretty pissed off that we'd fought, and Lucy yelled at me too. And if you hadn't come out when you did today, I have no doubt that Lindsay would have thrown me down the steps."

Helen laughed. "Yeah. They took good care of me." She yawned and Mike glanced down.

"You tired?"

Helen nodded. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Neither did I," Mike answered. "I was worried to death about you." He paused. "Helen, honey where did you go last night? I drove around the entire city, everyplace I could think of looking for you. I came here, I drove by Bobby and Lindsay's, I drove by the office, I even went past the graveyard trying to find you!"

"Oh," Helen whispered. "I went to Harvard. There was this place in the library, Lindsay and I used to go there all the time to talk. I needed to think and that was the first place that I thought of to go."

"Did you stay there all night," Mike asked worriedly.

Helen nodded. "I woke up this morning and went to Lindsay's office, I needed to talk to her, to see if she thought I was doing the right thing. Then she brought me back here and made me eat, then I took a nap."

Mike sighed and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry I woke you up. But I'm glad we got this out in the open. You really scared me last night when I couldn't find you, I was afraid that something had happened."

Helen shook her head. "I just needed time to think on my own for awhile. I didn't mean to scare you...I guess I didn't think you'd care. That you wouldn't want to see me again after I turned you down because you were too angry."

"Of course I care," Mike whispered insistently. "I will always care about you, Helen. I'll always love you. It hurt when you turned me down and it confused me, but I wasn't angry."

Helen smiled slightly as she wrapped her arms tighter around his chest. "I'll always love you too," she said. This conversation hadn't ended the way she had expected, but she was happier than she'd thought would be possible. She snuggled closer to Mike, thankful that he was there with her, and closed her eyes, drifting towards sleep.

Mike watched her eyes close and smiled down at her. "Come on, let's get you to bed. You're not going to sleep well on the couch and you need it."

"Don't leave," Helen asked softly. She didn't want him to think she was weak, but she wanted to fall asleep with him holding her, it always made her feel so safe, like nothing bad could ever happen.

"I won't," Mike promised. He stood and bent, lifting Helen into his arms. He laid her on her bed then lay next to her, drawing her close so her head rested on his chest while his arms encircled her and she draped one arm across his chest while the other rested on her stomach. "I love you," he whispered as she drifted to sleep.

Helen smiled sleepily. "I love you too," she whispered back.

Lindsay stormed into DYD&F and straight into Bobby's office. Bobby looked up in surprise at the sound of his door slamming shut and the window rattling in the pane. But one glance at his wife's furious expression had him scooting the chair back instinctively.

"Uh...hi honey," he said. Bobby had no idea why Lindsay was upset but he had a feeling that he didn't want that anger aimed at him.

"He found us," she spat out angrily.

Sensing that he might not be in trouble for this one, Bobby walked towards her carefully. "Who found you," he asked slowly even though he had a pretty good idea who she meant.

"Mike," Lindsay all but growled his name.

"Well Lindsay," Bobby tried to soothe as he gently rested his hands on her shoulders. "There aren't that many places he'd figure you'd go..." Bobby broke off when Lindsay spun on him furiously.

"Did you tell him that I was with her," she demanded.

Bobby shook his head quickly. "No. No, I swear. I just told him to make her listen. But you weren't here so he probably figured that you were together. And he probably figured that Helen was upset. And there are two places that you're probably going to go if you needed privacy, our apartment and Helen's. And Mike knows what your car looks like. Honey, he's a detective. He put the clues together."

Lindsay sighed. He was right and she hated it when he was right, mostly because that usually meant she was wrong. She placed her hand on Bobby's chest. "I'm sorry I took it out on you," she said softly.

Bobby smiled and brought her fingers to his lips. "She's a friend and she's hurting and you're worried. I can take being yelled at." He smiled teasingly and Lindsay sighed.

"I know you can. That doesn't mean I like doing it."

Bobby led his wife to the couch and sat next to her. "So he showed up?"

Lindsay nodded. "Helen was napping and I guess I must have fallen asleep too because the next thing I know, someone's knocking on the door. I opened it and Mike's standing there. I wasn't going to let him in, but Helen woke up and told me to. She said she didn't need me to stay..."

"But you'd feel better if you had," Bobby finished with a smile. Lindsay nodded and Bobby continued. "Helen's a big girl honey. She needs to take care of this on her own."

Lindsay sighed. "I know that. But she was so hurt Bobby. And I don't want to see her go through that again."

"I know you don't," Bobby drew Lindsay closer until she was nestled in his arms. "That's what makes you such a wonderful friend to her. But she'll come to you if she needs help. You know that." Lindsay nodded again and Bobby smiled. "I have an idea. Why don't we take an early lunch and talk about how we can decorate our new house?"

Lindsay beamed up at him. "I like that idea," she said. "I had some cute ideas for how to do the babies' nursery and for Robby's room."

Bobby smiled as he stood, pulling Lindsay up with him. "I can't wait to hear all about them," he said.

As they walked out of the office, Lucy looked up nervously. She's heard Lindsay yelling and had heard what she was upset about. "Uh, Lindsay?"

Lindsay turned, wondering why Lucy sounded so guilty. "Yeah Lucy?"

"Um...I think I accidentally might have told Mike where you were. I mean not exactly..."

Lindsay looked at the young woman, confused. "How do you mean?"

"Well, he came out of Bobby's and I was working on pulling cases for Jimmy and he asked me if you were in court. I didn't even think when I told him that you were with Helen, I swear I didn't mean to."

Lindsay shook her head. "It's okay Lucy. They needed to talk anyway. I'm not mad at you."

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. So...I can still watch Robby tomorrow when you guys make the offer on the house?"

Lindsay laughed. She'd known that Lucy must have had an ulterior motive for confessing to her part in Mike's appearance at the apartment. Lucy loved watching Robby for them. Her favorite days were when the nannies canceled and both Ellenor and Lindsay brought the kids to the office because then she got to take care of them and play mommy all day.

"Yes, you can still watch Robby," Lindsay said, feeling like a parent granting their child a privilege.

Lucy grinned. "Thanks."

Bobby rested a hand on Lindsay's lower back. "Come on, honey."

Lindsay nodded. "We're taking an early lunch, Lucy. We'll be back in about an hour."

"Okay," Lucy answered as she turned back to her computer. Somehow, lately she'd been put in charge of looking up cases for precedent and doing other jobs that actually involved the law. She was thinking of going back to school to get a degree as a paralegal, but she hadn't told anyone about that thought yet. She'd wait to bring it up later.

Helen woke up two hours later with the feeling of being watched. She looked up and Mike smiled at her.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," he teased.

Helen groaned and stretched. "I didn't sleep that long," she argued.

"Sure you did," Mike laughed. "But you and the baby needed it, so it was a good thing."

Helen nodded, then looked at Mike suspiciously. "Did you get any sleep, or were you watching me?"

Mike blushed guiltily. "Um...I might have watched you. Why?"

Helen shrugged. "It couldn't have been very relaxing or interesting for you."

Mike drew her closer and kissed her deeply and throughly. When they pulled apart, he smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Actually, it was both relaxing and interesting." Helen gave him a disbelieving look, so he continued. "It's been more than a month since I got to just lay here and hold you. I missed that. When you're sleeping, I can look at you and see so much."

"When I'm sleeping," Helen asked doubtfully. "With my eyes closed."

Mike nodded. "You relax, completely. Today, you had this tiny little smile on your lips and you were clinging to me with one hand while the other hand was right here," he gently placed his hand on her stomach. "You looked so peaceful and happy. And like the most beautiful woman in the world."

Helen smiled as she nestled closer. Mike was wonderful and sweet and caring and she loved him. It scared her sometimes just how much she actually did love him. Her usual relationship pattern involved staying emotionally neutral to avoid being hurt. But somehow, without her even realizing it, Mike had gotten through all of her defenses. Now she loved him deeply, but that gave him a power that she didn't like anyone having, the power to hurt her. Helen was convinced to the bottom of her soul that if someone had the power to hurt her, they would. She'd given that power to Bobby, and he'd hurt her twice, once with Isokoff and once with the Winslow case. She'd long since forgiven Bobby for both of those things, but the fear of being hurt again had been burned into her. In law school she'd dated a guy because she thought he liked her until he asked her to help him cheat on a final exam. She'd dumped him and steered clear of serious relationships until Bobby five years later. Helen knew that she was the main reason that her past relationships hadn't worked. She was so careful to avoid being hurt that she seemed distant and cold. Only Mike had broken through that and not hurt her. She was desperate to believe that he wouldn't hurt her, but at the same time she was terrified that he would. She didn't think that she was strong enough to handle him leaving her.

Mike saw the doubt on her face and kissed her forehead. "Hey, what's wrong baby?"

Helen shook her head and buried her face in his chest trying to keep the tears from falling down her face. Feeling her shoulders shake, Mike drew her closer. "Helen? Baby, what's going on? Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing," Helen whispered, her voice choked with tears. The only way to keep at least part of her heart safe was to not let Mike knew that he had to power to hurt her.

Not believing for a second that it was nothing, Mike held her tightly to him, rubbing her back and kissing her hair, trying to comfort her. "I love you," he whispered between kisses. "I'm right here. I love you. It's okay, baby, it's all going to be okay." Mike had no idea what he was claiming was going to be okay, but he was determined that it was. "Whatever it is, I'll fix it, I promise. Please honey. Please tell me what's wrong."

Helen shook her head and burrowed closer, forcing herself to stop crying. Mike felt the tears stop falling from her eyes, but he could still feel her tremble as she tried to keep her emotions in. When she finally felt like she was back under control, Helen sat up and drew her knees into her chest, wiping her eyes. Mike looked at her, clearly hoping that she'd say something. Instead she forced a smile. "I'm fine," she said. "Pregnant hormones and stuff. You know."

Mike shook his head. "There's more to it than that Helen," he said firmly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Helen insisted firmly. She stood up and pulled a sweatshirt on over the t-shirt that she'd been wearing. "I'm hungry. Do you want something?"

Mike sighed and got out of bed. "Yes, I want you to talk to me."

Helen rolled her eyes. "It's nothing. I'm fine. I swear."

Mike decided to let it drop for the time being. He'd make more progress when Helen's defenses weren't up. "Well, what are you hungry for," he asked.

Helen shrugged. "I don't really know. How stupid is that? I'm just...hungry."

Mike laughed as they walked towards the kitchen. "Have you been having any strange cravings?"

"Not yet," Helen answered as she opened the fridge and stared into it, hoping that something would catch her interest.

"How about morning sickness," Mike asked worriedly as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Helen laughed softly. "I'm not sure it could be called 'morning' sickness since I got it in the evenings."

"All the time?"

"Every night. Usually for about two or three hours."

"Oh, angel," Mike said softly, his voice full of regret. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."

Helen shrugged. "It's okay. I got used to eating more in the mornings and at noon. And it's pretty much gone now. Lucky for you."

Mike smiled. "I still wish I was here."

"I know," Helen answered as she turned from the fridge. She grabbed two pieces of white bread and slathered them with peanut butter before cutting up a banana to put on it. As she was about to put the peanut butter back, she turned to Mike. "Do you want one?"

Mike shook his head, laughing. It used to worry him that Helen was so thin. But after dating her for awhile, he'd realized that the reason she was able to stay so thin was that she was constantly on the go and she still ate like she was 10. Helen would live on peanut butter sandwiches and cereal if she could, simply because she didn't like cooking enough to bother making anything. Plus she got so wrapped up in work that she'd forget to eat. Thinking of that, he sat next to her at the counter as she ate. "You've been eating well? And regularly?" When Helen nodded around a mouth of peanut butter, Mike thought of something else. "And real food?"

Helen laughed, and took a drink of milk. "Three meals a day, and healthy ones. I've been taking very good care of our baby."

Mike smiled. "I know. You'll be such a great mom."

Helen smiled slightly. Her greatest fear was that she wasn't going to be a good mother, that too many years as a DA had robbed her of all maternal instincts and the ability to care. But rather than admit to her fear, she just smiled. "Thanks. You'll be a wonderful dad."

Mike smiled and rubbed her back as he took her plate and put it in the dishwasher. Hearing Helen say that he'd be a good dad had caused another thought to jump into his head. "Honey? If...if you had miscarried...you would tell me, right?"

Helen looked up in surprise. "Uh...I don't know," she answered before she could think of a better answer.

"You don't know," Mike asked in shock, anger obvious in his voice. "You mean you might not have told me that I had a child?!"

Hearing the anger and judgement, Helen's defenses came up. "Well you wouldn't have had a child if I *had* miscarried now, would you? And I didn't have a miscarriage, so what does it matter?"

"I just can't believe that you wouldn't tell me! I mean, I imagine that it would be hard for you, our child dies, and you don't tell me just because that child isn't born yet?! It's my baby too, Helen, not just yours," Mike yelled. He had no idea why he'd even brought this up, but now he was both angry and frightened. Angry that she wasn't sure that she would have told him and frightened of what it meant for their relationship that she wouldn't.

"I know that this baby isn't just mine," Helen yelled back, jumping up and sending her chair falling back. "But *I* was the one who was alone in the courthouse when I started bleeding and all I could think of was getting to the hospital and saving the baby and being scared that I'd done something wrong and killed our child! And I'm not sure that I could have told you, that I could have looked at you and told you that I'd killed our baby and seen the disappointment and anger and hatred in your eyes! So I'm sorry if I didn't pass your little test Michael, but I was here and you weren't. Don't yell at me because you have no IDEA how it feels!" Helen stormed towards her room but was stopped when Mike grabbed her arm and spun her until she was facing him with her face buried in his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't know why I even asked you that, I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't have yelled at you, you're right I wasn't here."

Helen pushed back, walking a few paces away but staying in the room. "I know that this baby is yours too...I just...if something did happen..." She trailed off, unable to put her thoughts into words

"I know that you wouldn't have not told me to me malicious," Mike said. "But the idea of not knowing about the baby..."

"I would have told you," Helen whispered. "I would have."

"I know," Mike said. "When you were ready."

Helen nodded, her hand resting on her stomach. "That hurt," she whispered and Mike was at he side in an instant.

"What hurt? Do we need to call the doctor? Go to the hospital?"

Helen shook her head. "What you said before...it hurt."

"Oh," Mike nodded. "I'm sorry that I said it, I really am."

Helen nodded, but before she could say anything else the front door opened and Zoe burst into the room, followed by Ellenor. Zoe raced over to Helen and hugged her legs tightly.

"Guess what I did at Miss Nancy's today!"

Helen smiled. "What, honey?"

"We drewed pictures of our family. Wanna see?"

"Sure." Helen looked up at Mike, amused.

Zoe set her Power Puff Girl backpack on the floor and opened it, pulling out a piece of paper with stick figures drawn on it. "See, there's me an' Mommy an' you!"

Helen grinned at the drawing that Zoe was so proud of. "It's beautiful, Zoe. Should we put it on the fridge?" The aforementioned appliance was already covered with Zoe's artwork.

But the little girl shook her head. "No, it's for you, for work!"

Helen nodded. "Well, thank you. I'll hang it in my office tomorrow. Okay?"

Zoe nodded proudly. "Miss Nancy's going to have a baby!"

"Really," Helen said as she lifted Zoe into her arms so she could start helping make dinner. "That's nice."

Zoe nodded. "Emma gets to have a baby brother or sister. I want a baby brother or sister too!"

Helen paused, then smiled. "Well would it be okay if I had a baby and you could be like the baby's big sister?"

Zoe thought about that for a second. "That would be okay. Will you?!"

Helen laughed and nodded. "I'm going to have a baby in a few months."

Zoe's eyes got big and she grinned. "Really?" When Helen nodded she let out a yell of "YAY!!!!!!!"

Helen laughed and put Zoe on the ground. Zoe immediately ran towards Ellenor's room and they could hear her screaming excitedly, "Mommy! Hewen's gonna have a baby! I'm gonna be a big sister too!"

"Well, kind of," Helen whispered to Mike who nodded.

Mike glanced at the clock and winced. "I have to be at work in half an hour. I'll call you later, okay honey?"

Helen nodded and Mike kissed her gently. "I love you," he said softly. "And I'm so excited about the baby."

Helen smiled. "Me too," she answered. "Now, you better get to work or you'll be late."

"Yes ma'am," Mike teased.

Right before he shut the door behind him, Helen called, "I love you too."

Ellenor emerged from her room a few minutes later, changed into a casual dark gray skirt and a light pink top. "Hey. You know, you made Zoe's day telling her about the baby."

Helen nodded. "She seemed pretty excited."

"How are you doing," Ellenor asked worriedly.

"I'm okay."

"And you and Mike?"

"We cleared a lot of it up. We're dating, nothing else. I think he wants more still, but I'm not willing to give it yet. I can't."

Ellenor nodded. "I understand. But you guys are okay?"

Helen paused before she nodded. "Yeah. I think we are."