A/N: Let's face it, it was time.

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TWENTY-FIVE

All of Me

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The sound of Billie Holiday's All Of Me filled the house that Saturday evening. The sun had set and the dishes had been washed and put away. The baby had been put down for the night and there was only the two of them, basking in the company of one another. There was a sense of peace in the house that was settled right in the middle of the Boston suburbs for the following day, the small family of three was leaving the stuffy and busy city for some days on the road.

"Here you go, Madame." Wendy said teasingly as she poured more red wine into Lana's glass.

Lana smiled and slightly lifted the glass when Wendy was finished, "Why thank you."

Wendy set the bottle down on the coffee table next to a pile of Johnny's books and sat next to Lana, feet up on the sofa. She took a drink from her wine, savoring the rich flavor. "Mm, I like this one a lot better than the last one."

"Well, that's good to hear." Lana said before taking a drink, "This ones a lot cheaper."

Wendy laughed and nudged her playfully, "Stop."

Lana laughed too, leaning back on the sofa, relaxed, "You know, this song reminds me of when we first met."

Wendy rested her head on her fist as she faced Lana on the sofa, "Is that so?"

Lana smiled, looking down at her glass, thinking of the time that felt like another lifetime. "Do you remember those days?"

"Of course I do." Wendy's smile softened, "How could I forget?"

"Do you ever just want to go back?"

Wendy frowned at this, "Well, sometimes but I think I prefer our life now."

Lana's eyes glanced upward as they scanned the living room. Baby toys scattered around the place, amongst the house plants and on the bookcase and shelves. Life had been so strange. She sighed and set the glass of wine on the coffee table next to the bottle. "Me too." She said with a deep honesty that even surprised herself. She felt herself sitting on something and pulled out one of Johnny's little loafers from in between the sofa cushions. She smiled, "Aha! What did I tell you? It would turn up."

Wendy tilted her head back and laughed, the wine already swirling in her head, "Hey!" She grabbed the little shoe, "You were right. He did hide it somewhere."

"You owe me five bucks." Lana reminded her. When the loafer went missing Lana bet that Johnny had hid it somewhere in the house while Wendy bet he had thrown it on the ground while they were out in public somewhere.

"Fair is fair."

Lana took the little loafer back and smiled at it, "It's so tiny." She too was feeling the wine begin to surge through her, "How can something be so small?"

"Makes you feel like a giant, doesn't it?"

"Kind of, yeah." She set the little loafer on the coffee table meanwhile Wendy jumped to her feet.

"You wouldn't guess what I got for our trip." Wendy went over to her purse which she kept on the small table by the front door. Lana watched with a raised brow, not sure what to expect. Some of their bags were already waiting by the door to be loaded up into the car bright and early the following morning. Lana was sure a small getaway would help them eaze their frustrations.

"What in the world are you up to?"

Wendy dug around in her purse and brought out a small plastic bag, flashing it before Lana. Lana's jaw dropped at the side of the little bag of weed and laughed, "Wendy! Are you insane? Johnny's going with us."

Wendy plunked back down on the sofa, "What? Lana Winters suddenly turned into a prude? Come on."

Lana shook her head. "We can't be high around the baby. That's irresponsible." She tried to hold back a smile but failed.

"We won't do it around him. It's for after hours. Mommy time only." Wendy explained and then a smile crossed her lips, "Like...right now?"

She and Lana held each other's gaze and next thing they both knew they were sitting out on the backyard patio smoking. Lana took a long drag from the little joint and handed it back to Wendy. She coughed, "Whoa, where did you find this?"

"Some kid out in the park." Wendy shrugged, like there wasn't much importance to the matter.

Lana scoffed, "Wendy!"

She laughed, "What? I'm not his mother."

"What if Johnny was up to that nonsense? What then?"

"Don't bring the boy into this."

Lana shook her head with a laugh and inhaled the fresh night air. "You're a teacher for crying out loud."

"Hey, I was obviously not that kid's teacher or else he'd know better."

"Mhm." Lana said, not convinced a single bit.

There was a moment of silence between them. Wendy looked over to Lana from the corner of her eyes and knew that things were still just a little bit off since their last argument. Wendy held a lot of fears inside of her that still tried to reign control but she was trying and she wished Lana truly believed it. Wendy was no fool, she could see the hesitation in Lana. She could read it like a book.

Just like an alarm set for the same time every night, the wails of the little boy erupted from his bedroom inside the house. "That's my queue." Lana stood to her feet.

"Wait." Wendy reached up, grabbing a hold of Lana's wrist, "I can go."

Lana smiled softly at her, "No. You stay here and enjoy the fresh air a little bit longer." Lana slipped her wrist out of Wendy's grasp and went inside to tend to Johnny. Wendy sighed and put the little joint out, suddenly not in the mood.

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They drove the car out of Boston bright and early the following morning just as they had planned and not a second sooner. Soft jazz was playing on the radio as Lana held her gaze on the road ahead; both hands grasping the wheel keeping it steady. She had insisted on driving to keep herself from growing bored on the road. Not only that, Wendy drove too slow for her own liking and Lana wanted to get to where they were going on a timely manner.

Wendy was looking through the map going on about all the kind of site seeing they could do along the way to Waterloo. Lana almost paid no mind, her head was still on the conversation she had with Wendy nights prior hoping that things would change just like they had agreed upon. Still, worry lingered in the back of Lana's mind like an open wound slowly festering. She gritted her teeth trying to remain calm and aloof while her mind raced as fast as the wheels beneath them. She hoped their getaway would spark some new life and simmer down the heat of past arguments.

Lana took her mind off her tormented thoughts and looked up to see Johnny through the rearview mirror. His attention was out the window; in his hand he held a little toy car. She smiled at just the sight of him. As if he knew she was watching, Johnny turned his head and met her gaze through the mirror. A little sweet smile spread across his face. Lana gave him a little wink and turned her attention back to the road.

The boy could always put a smile on her face. Even when he seemed like the devil himself running amuck as he stained the carpet and emptied all the drawers in the house.

"What do you think?" Wendy asked, bringing Lana's attention back to her.

"Hm? Sorry, I wasn't…" Lana sighed sheepishly, "What was that?"

Wendy shook her head at Lana's wandering mind. Lana always had her head in the clouds. "I said we should stop in Kent. I think it would be nice to have dinner there. Possibly stop for the night?"

"Sure, whatever her majesty desires." Lana answered teasingly.

"Lana, don't be an ass." Wendy continued to look at the paper. "We're going to see so many things. Aren't you excited, Johnny?"

Johnny looked from the window, "No!"

Wendy laughed, "You sound just like your mother." She gave Lana a playful smirk and set her attention back out the window.

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They stopped for dinner in Kent later that evening like Wendy had suggested. Johnny was already bobbing his head when Wendy took him out of his seat in the parking lot outside of the restaurant. He tried to fight off the sleep when they sat down to order but once his head hit Lana's chest, he was out like a light in her arms. His mothers saw no point in waking him and let him sleep while they ordered some wine and had a calm conversation that didn't need to be interrupted every few minutes.

"Well, this is nice, isn't?" Wendy asked after the waiter took their orders.

"Yes, it is." Lana agreed rubbing Johnny's back. Feeling his tiny breathing go up and down always relaxed her.

"It be good to put him to bed." Wendy mentioned as she took a drink from her wine.

"I did see a hotel not too far back." Lana commented, looking over the wine menu.

"Is he heavy? I can take him for you."

"No." Lana protested, "he's fine." She glanced up and noted Wendy's fallen expression so she gave her hand a small squeeze to reassure her.

Wendy seemed to perk up and continued the conversation. She talked about her students and her lesson plan once school started up again. She talked about the parents and how involved or none involved they were. The talk of the school children droned on and on until Lana began to zone out into her own thoughts but she wanted to be supportive. Still, it was hard for Lana because she knew Wendy had once given her up for those kids and that school.

They ended that night down the road where Lana had spotted the hotel. Their given room was small and quaint but warm and would do for the night. Lana laid Johnny down on one of the twin beds and began to take off his shoes.

"He sleeps like a rock." Lana commented, unlacing one tiny shoe.

Wendy placed their bags on the floor and closed the door behind her. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"I suppose so." Lana set one little foot down and began on the other shoe. "Can you hand me his pajamas?"

Wendy did as Lana asked and searched through Johnny's bag, bringing out a pair of red pajamas. She walked over to the bed and handed them to Lana.

"Thank you."

Wendy sauntered to the opposite bed and sat down, leaning back and giving out a long stretch. She turned her head and watched as Lana changed the little boy into his pajamas without waking him. She smiled and sat up, watching Lana adoringly.

"I always knew you'd be a good mother." Her was was soft and sweet.

Lana snorted out a laugh, "I don't know why you keep telling me that. I feel like I'm just barely getting by."

"I don't think so." Wendy stood behind Lana and wrapped her arms around her waist, burying her face against her neck. She inhaled her beautiful scent, feeling utterly stupid for letting her go once before.

"You always seem to think the best of me when I don't deserve it." The tone of Lana's voice had turned serious and Wendy could imagine the happiness drop from her face.

"Stop." Wendy told her, planting a kiss on her neck, "You know that's not the truth."

Lana turned around to face Wendy; she was smiling as she rested her arms on Wendy's shoulder, bringing her closer. "You know I never planned on being one."

Wendy seemed to sadden at this but she smiled no less. "That's what I love about you. You exceed in even the things you don't plan. You adapt to all the hurdles life throws your way."

Lana laughed, "You're just buttering me up."

"Maybe." Wendy leaned in and kissed her lips.

Slowly their kiss deepened as their bodies closed the gap between them. Lana's fingers found their way into Wendy's hair as she softly bit her bottom lip. It was those moments where Lana felt like they had gone back in time to a place long before Briarcliff and Bloody Face, long before all the horrors and madness. Back when Wendy was the person she adored most in the world; the only one Lana would die for.

Wendy pushed Lana back onto the empty bed over, continuing to kiss her. Her hands traveled up Lana's blouse, unbuttoning it slowly.

"Wait," Lana paused, "The boy-"

Wendy scoffed, "Lana, not even the atomic bomb could wake him."

They looked over and surely enough there Johnny sat, sleepy eyes awake, slowly blinking as they settled on them. His face was a mixture of confusion and deep concentration. The look he always had after waking up from a deep and long nap, as if he was trying to remember where he was.

"You were saying?" Lana asked, softly pushing Wendy off of her. She didn't want Johnny to see them in such a state.

Wendy couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. "Do you think he knows what we're doing?"

Sleepy Johnny raised his arms as Lana picked him up from the bed and sat him on her hip. Her shirt was halfway unbuttoned. "I certainly hope not." She sighed heavily, rubbing his back, "You sleep through dinner but for this you wake up? Come on, let's get you into bed."

Wendy watched as Lana put Johnny back to sleep. He mumbled incoherent words while Lana tucked him into the bed, bringing the blanket up to his chest and securing pillows on either side to prevent him from rolling off.

"Do you think maybe we should stop kissing in front of him?" Wendy asked, her voice a little reserved and her expression had turned serious.

Lana brushed Johnny's hair out of his face. She frowned at the question, "Why would you ask that?"

She shrugged, "I don't know? What if when he gets older he admits to his classmates that his Mommies kiss?"

This made Lana laugh, "I think that weed you smoked left you paranoid."

It didn't take Johnny long to doze back into slumber and when he did Lana made her way back to Wendy. "Where were we?" Her lips pulled into a teasing smile as she perched herself on top of Wendy once again.