A/N: Okay so I have not written anything in like daaaaays. I just wanted a break from everything that is writing which is weird because I can't go a day without wanting to write.

Anyway, thank you for all the love, like always. I know some of you have said you like Wendy and Lana better than Lana and Rachel and when I first read those comments, my first reaction was to put my hand to my heart and gasp like a middle aged woman offended by my friend and neighbor. Hahaha oh man, that was so funny. But no worries, it's all good.

I do agree that both pairings have different chemistry. Rachel is way younger than Lana (A decision I made on my part cause of reasons lol) so they have a different kind of relationship than Wendy and Lana do. Both relationships are fun to write however. I'm like that taco commercial, "Why not both?" lol

Ps. I do admit that I did not fully edit this chapter. I was tired. I'M SORRY. I mean I did skim through it while writing but possibly missed a thing or two.

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FOURTEEN

Baby, I Love You

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Johnny watched her with those steely blues of his, little hands perched upon the sofa, trying to find the courage within himself to let go and take those first steps forward. He pushed himself slightly but held on tighter, giving out a frustrated cry.

"Come on then." Wendy said, "You can do it now." She sat a few yards from him on the living room floor.

Every day he got closer and closer to letting go of the sofa but his little legs gave out every single time. Still, that did not stop the boy from attempting to stand all day, every day. He was almost ten months and his mothers didn't know where time had gone.

The weather had been relentless the past few days and the rain had not stopped falling. It crashed ferociously against the windows; "Baby, I Love You." By The Ronettes played on the record player blocking out most of the sound.

Wendy did not mind the weather. In fact, she liked that they were all cooped up inside together—even if Lana had been locked in her study all morning typing until her fingers bled. Wendy didn't know what she was up to in there but she didn't ask. She figured she would give Lana some space in that aspect of their lives. There were still things they were trying to work on amongst one another.

It was Wendy's guilt that let Lana get away with so many things. They were working on it but it was still a slow progress. However, their date nights helped tremendously.

"Ah!" Johnny cried out, catching Wendy's attention once more. He reached his tiny, dimpled hand out to her as if he would suddenly reach her with the wave of his hand.

"Come on, Johnny boy, you can do it. I'm right here." She encouraged him.

Johnny was growing so fast. He had started crawling one day out of nowhere and after that, nothing within his reach was safe. Lana had to move all the potted plants so he would stop getting into the soil. All the bottom shelves of their book cases were now empty but the women were adjusting to his milestones.

Wendy was a bit more reluctant to let him go. She held him close to her and begged him to stay a baby forever. Lana on the other hand was a bit more accepting of the changes. For one, she was tired of the diapers and couldn't wait until the teething was over and done with. Those aching nights seemed worse than Briarcliff but Lana was only overreacting when she thought that.

Johnny gave Wendy a frustrated growl and a few jumbled babbles. He slowly let go of the sofa but lost his balance and stumbled backwards. He looked at Wendy and slowly his little face scrunched up, ready to cry.

"Whoa there." Lana came up from behind him, "What happened here?"

Johnny turned around when he heard her voice and instantly raised his arms up to be picked up. Lana obliged and sat him on her hip. "Is mean ol' Mama Wendy making you walk again?"

Wendy scoffed, "Yes, well, Mommy should be helping too."

"Wendy, he's still too little. He's only nine months."

"Yes, well I read in a book that babies walk as early as nine months."

"Hmph. Is that so?" Lana looked to Johnny with a tiny playful smirk. Wendy knew Lana had a soft spot for the boy. She could see it in her eyes.

Johnny pointed at Wendy. "Deh—dey-di."

"Did you hear that?" Wendy perked up, "He said my name!"

Lana laughed, "Please, he said nonsense."

Johnny whined a little, impatient to get moving.

Wendy stayed seated. "Yes, well, I heard it."

Lana only shook her head and lowered Johnny back down on the ground, setting him on his own two feet. She grabbed his little hands, holding them above his head. Johnny grinned immediately at this. He loved when Lana helped him walk.

"Ready?" Lana asked him.

Johnny looked to Wendy who was encouraging him towards her again. "C'mon baby, c'mon. Walk over here."

Johnny squealed and let himself go forward with a confidence he only had when he was in the safety of his mother's hands. He picked up his chubby legs, one at a time, lifting them up like a little frog; utterly delighted with himself. Even with Lana's guidance, his steps were wobbly and imperfect but to his mothers, they were the most precious things they had ever witnessed.

Lana let go of Johnny when Wendy placed her hands under his arms to catch him.

"Yay! You did it!" She cheered.

Lana clapped, "Good job, Johnny."

Johnny jumped up and down in Wendy's grasp, squealing happily. He was far too pleased with himself and it showed. Four little pearly white teeth also showed, two on the bottom and two on the top.

"Maybe next time you could do it without Mommy's help. Yes?" Wendy asked him.

Johnny only babbled.

"He's still little, Wendy. He'll do it when he's ready." Lana went over to the window and glanced out to the rain-drenched street.

"Maybe another month or so."

"He'll be running before we know it."

"He'll be going to school before we know it."

Lana sighed and looked from the window. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

Wendy let go of Johnny and let him crawl to his toys placed upon a blanket.

"Yes, well, she should keep it in mind." Wendy stood up and met Lana at the window. "Are you done working for the day?"

Lana met her eyes and nodded. "I am."

Wendy smiled, "Good. What are you writing in there, anyway?"

Lana avoided her glance and looked to Johnny who had shoved a toy in his mouth. "Oh, nothing important." She faked a smile and left Wendy at the window to join the boy.

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It was sometime past midnight. The rain continued to fall hard upon the house. The bedroom was in utter darkness but the two women fumbled around beneath their sheets, finding one another in the dark. The bed squeaked somewhat and the bedframe hit against the wall. Wendy giggled and Lana shushed her.

"Do you want to wake him? Lana whispered. She was perched on top of Wendy, pinning her to the bed.

The baby was in his new crib sleeping soundly. It had taken Lana over an hour to get him to sleep that night. Wendy bit back her laughter and shook her head.

"Then be quiet." Lana bit back a laugh too and leaned down to kiss Wendy.

Wendy returned the kiss, letting Lana overpower her. It was such a wonderful feeling to have her so close, skin to skin. Wendy was truly in heaven when Lana was with her in such intimate ways. She didn't know how she had lived all that time without her.

Lana buried herself in Wendy's kisses, trying to drown out the voice in the back of her mind that reminded her of betrayal. If only Lana could forget for a moment. If only she was allowed to fully forgive. Maybe it all wouldn't feel so forced, so different.

But they were different and Lana tried to remind herself that it was okay. That it was all in her head.

She stopped kissing Wendy and pulled away, her lips swollen from feverish kisses.

"What's the matter?" Wendy asked.

Lana sat aside, naked in the dark.

"Nothing, it's nothing." She lied.

"It must be something if you stopped." Wendy whispered back.

Lana sighed softly, glancing in the direction of the window. Sometimes she swore she could still feel the headgear from the electroshock therapy on her temples.

"It really isn't…" Lana didn't know why she was ruining such a good thing, "I'm sorry."

"Come here." Wendy took her hand and guided Lana back into her arms and under their covers. "You don't need to be sorry." She let Lana rest her head on her shoulder.

"I love you, you know." Lana whispered, "More than ever."

Wendy kissed Lana's forehead. "I love you too."

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Lana stayed awake well into the night. She listened to the sound of the rain and the softness of Wendy's breathing when she finally let slumber take her. She found her way out of Wendy's arms and made her way to Johnny's crib. He slept on his back, one arm above his head like he had a question to ask.

She glanced down upon him, able to see him with the moon's glow that seeped in through the cracks in the blinds.

Lana smiled tenderly at him, "But you know I love you the most."

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Wendy was in a hurry to get to school the following morning. She liked to make sure her students got to the classroom safely in the rain. She took a few bites out of the toast Lana made even though it was a bit burnt.

Lana had Johnny in arms, attempting to make eggs with one hand. She had the day off and wasn't planning on doing anything but staying home and catching up on her writing. That was if the little boy let her.

"Okay, don't forget that his nap is at noon and don't give him the peas after the peaches or else he won't eat them." Wendy instructed as she made her way to the door, umbrella and all.

Lana followed her with Johnny still in arms.

She scoffed, "You swear like I don't know how to care for my own son."

Wendy sighed. "I know. I'm sorry." She opened the door and stood in the doorway, sighing as she stared at Lana and their son. "I wish I didn't have to go."

"You can always stay?" Lana said teasingly, standing closer to Wendy.

Wendy glanced around the neighborhood, weary of watching eyes but let herself relax. She gave out a deeper sigh, "I wish but my students need me."

Lana grabbed Johnny's hand and waved it, "But he needs you."

Wendy bit her bottom lip. "Stop."

Lana laughed, "Okay, I'm sorry. Have a good day."

"I will." Wendy leaned in to give Johnny a kiss but obtained from kissing Lana.

"I'll see you later."

"Yes you will." Lana assured her and watched as Wendy hurried to her car and drove off.

Lana waved her off.

Once the car was out of view, Lana closed the door behind her and took Johnny back to the kitchen where she sat him on his high chair.

"Well, it's just you and I, Kid."

Johnny pointed in the direction of the front door. "Didi!"

"Didi?" Lana raised a brow, "That's Mama Wendy. Can you say that? Ma-ma Wen-dy."

"Bah-bah." Johnny repeated and stuck his hand in his mouth.

Lana frowned but sighed, "You gotta talk sometime, Kid."

Lana turned her back on his and began to clean the kitchen.

"Muh-muh-muh-muh." Johnny continued to babble.

"I'm sure you're a late bloomer, little boy." Lana said in means to comfort her worries and not Johnny's. "I'm sure."

The morning went by with a bit of a struggle. Johnny was fine until his incoming teeth began to bother him and he made a storm greater than the one outside. He had his mother on her feet without a moment to tend to her work. Whenever she was out of sight he wailed his heart out, arms up, rosy cheeks drenched with tears, wanting nothing more than to be with her.

Lana had no option to carry him around all morning. He protested his nap and denied eating his pees. Lana became irritated but she had patience for the boy like no other.

Especially when she fed him the peaches he would eat. She would put a spoon full of the mush into his mouth and he would flash her a wide grin, mush spilling out of his mouth and onto his chin.

Lana laughed, "Why are you doing that? Stop it."

Johnny laughed; he had figured out that he could make his mothers laugh and the fact delighted him.

Lana wiped the mush with the spoon. "Eat, okay?" She gave him another spoonful.

Johnny took it willingly but let it spill out of his mouth.

"Johnny, no!" Lana couldn't help to laugh.

He giggled too, completely delighted and slapped his hands on the tray.

"Stop doing that. It's not nice."

Johnny babbled as if repeating after her.

After his lunch, she tried to get him to nap. He was restless and fought it so Lana took him to the living room and glanced around the room. She spotted the book case where they had all their records.

"Oh, I know what you like."

Lana picked a record while Johnny sat in her arms, watching intently. With one hand, Lana placed the record in the player and set the needle down upon it. "I Walk The Line" by Johnny Cash came straight on.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I keep my eyes wide open all the time."

A smile slowly spread across Johnny's face.

"I knew you'd like that." Lana told him.

"I keep the ends out for the tie that binds. Because you're mine, I walk the line."

Johnny wiggled around until Lana cradled him in her arms like she and Wendy did every time they wanted him to sleep. She then popped a clean pacifier in his mouth and softly cradled him by the window until he slowly dozed off.

Lana kept her eyes out the window, gazing out into the overcast day, her ears on the song knowing the lyrics to be true.

"Even the tides, little boy."