When she looked back on that terrible hour, Maggie would never be able to decide whether it had gone incredibly fast or incredibly slowly. It seemed to her that watching her wife suffer went on for ever. But then it was only moments later that she was holding her daughter in her arms, and bringing her to a still-very-much-alive Alex for mother and child to meet for the very first time.
The nurse assigned specifically to Maggie and Alex was fantastic. She explained all that was happening, when Alex was rushed in for an emergency Cesarean. She reassured Alex – and Maggie – that the surgeon knew exactly what she was doing. "You'll hear her barking orders," the nurse smiled, "and she'll sound pissed. But that's all fine. That's how she works. She's the best in the stage. You are all in very good hands. See," she motioned to the cloth barrier being erected, "that's going up, so's you don't have to watch all the squelching about. You'll feel some tugging Alex," she touched Alex's arm briefly. "It's all completely normal. In just a few minutes, you'll both meet your baby girl."
At that point, Maggie didn't care about the baby. The only thing she cared about right then was Alex. And Alex looked sick, and frightened. So Maggie knew she had to fake a calmness she didn't feel, to make it as easy as possible for Alex. She smiled at her, and brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her brow. "It's nearly over, babe. You did it. I know some of it has been awful, but you've done all the hard stuff now." She ignored the voices in the background as she concentrated on the woman she loved more than air. She kissed her very softly on the lips. "You're being real clever about this, Danvers," she teased gently. "This is one way to get out of labor."
Alex lifted a shaky hand, feeling reassured when Maggie clasped it in her own. "Just a few more minutes, right?" Maggie looked at the nurse, relieved to see her nod in confirmation. "And then you're done."
Maggie lowered her voice. "How are they doing?" she asked, too quietly for Alex to hear.
The nurse smiled. "They're both doing good. Your wife's pressure has fallen a little, which is a great sign. And she still has a fever, but it hasn't got any worse. And the monitors tell me that Junior is doing great. You'll be able to see for yourselves real soon."
Maggie turned back to Alex. "Junior," she smiled. "We didn't think of that for a name," she teased.
"Not gonna happen," Alex bit out, her voice shaky, but steadier than it had been.
"It's okay, babe," Maggie stroked her cheek. "I want you to name her. Though I have picked out a middle name I wanna run by you."
There was a commotion, and Maggie looked up, to see the still baby being carried quickly over to a table. Voices were raised. She thought her heart might stop.
Alex grabbed Maggie's hand again, and a monitor above her head beeped, indicating a sudden rise in blood pressure.
"It's quite normal," the nurse tried to reassure them both. "Try to relax."
And then they heard it. A quiet cry. Less than two minutes later, the nurse smiled at Maggie. "You wanna go meet her?"
Alex nodded her assent, and Maggie lowered her hand to the bed. She walked unsteadily to the table, and looked down at her daughter. Her tiny, perfect, daughter. She smiled as a nurse lowered her into Maggie's arms, careful of her cracked elbow. Maggie didn't care how much it hurt. She wanted to the one to take the precious bundle to Alex.
Maggie didn't realize that she was crying as she lowered the baby onto Alex's front. "Skin to skin is good," the nurse said gently, helping to move Alex's gown to the side.
Maggie knew that, for as long as she lived, she would never forget the sight of her wife and their baby, meeting face to face for the very first time. She was unaware of everything else around her; the noise of the machines; the surgeons clearing out the afterbirth and stitching Alex back up. She just couldn't keep her eyes from her family.
"She's beautiful," Alex whispered quietly. She looked up at Maggie. "She looks just like you. She's a tiny version of you." She kissed the top of the baby's head gently. "She's even going to have your dimples."
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"You look awful," Ellie was concerned at the sight of her partner, Kit Palmer, who stood before her, still in her cop uniform. The tall, African-American looked beyond tired. And Ellie could have sworn that she had lost some weight.
"I'm fine," Kit deflected, not wanting to get into it.
"I should call Lainie. Tell her to take better care of you," Ellie's tone was light and teasing. She was appalled to see Kit's face lose color, and she wondered if that was a tear she saw gathering.
"Not a lot of point in that," Kit said, trying to sound casual. "We're not together." She hadn't wanted to burden Ellie with her domestic problems. She wanted to see her partner, to make sure that her recuperation was going well. And Ellie seemed cheerful and optimistic, which made her happy.
"Since when?" Ellie demanded, sharply.
Kit looked at her watch. "47 minutes," she said wryly.
"So it's a fight," Ellie held out her hand, and Kit took it. "Kit, you can fix this. I know Lainie gets pissed that you work so hard, and sometimes she..."
"She's been cheating on me. For over six months," Kit was fighting to keep her voice steady.
"But you've been together for EVER," Ellie was horrified.
"Seven years," Kit swallowed. "Look. It's been bad for a while. Can we not do this? I just want to know how you are."
Ellie looked closely at her. She was clearly devastated. Ellie nodded. "I'm good," she said, softly, after a beat. "See," she squeezed Kit's fingers, pleased when that elicited a smile.
"That's great," Kit said. "That's noticeably stronger than just yesterday."
"She's working hard," Aoife's voice came from the door. She came in, holding two coffees. "Kit, it's great to see you," she saw the tension in the woman's face. "You have this one," she thrust one coffee at Kit.
"No, it's yours, I couldn't..." Kit demurred.
"Drink it, Palmer," Ellie teased. "You should know by now that you don't argue with my wife."
Kit smiled gratefully. She lowered herself into a chair. She felt like she could sleep for a month.
Aoife went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
"Tell me at least that you've thrown her out," Ellie said softly.
Kit snorted. "I wish. The apartment's hers. As of," she looked at her watch, "55 minutes ago, I am officially homeless." She tried to grin. "It's okay. I can stay on my cousin's couch while I find somewhere."
"I think I missed a lot of the conversation," Aoife returned to the room. "But if you need somewhere to stay, Kit, you're gonna stay with us. No arguments. Right, babe?" she looked at Ellie for approval.
"For sure," Ellie agreed. She saw Kit open her mouth to protest. "You did hear what I said about arguing with my wife, right? Please, Palmer. Aoife's lonely there right now."
"But you'll be going home soon," Kit said.
"And I'm gonna need some help," Aoife replied. "For starters, El and I are moving downstairs, just for a few weeks, while she gets steadier. And there's no way I'll get that bed down those stairs with only one good hand," she didn't mention that Kara had said she would move it for her, and that it would take under a minute. "C'mon. We've got five bedrooms. And don't forget the pool," she knew how much Kit liked to swim.
"Just until I find somewhere," Kit reluctantly agreed. "And thank you."
Aoife put a soft hand on her arm. "Has it been very bad?" she asked, gently.
Kit nodded. "Yeah," her voice was rough.
"You're off shift now?" Aoife wanted to know.
Kit nodded again. She was trying desperately not to cry.
Aoife dug in her pocket. "These are my keys. Take the big guest room at the back. It's got its own bathroom. Borrow anything you need, we can go to your place tomorrow to get your stuff. You are not doing that on your own."
"You guys are great," Kit said shakily.
"Just don't use my Star Wars mug," Ellie teased. "C'mere, Palmer," she held out her arms. She was still weak, so she couldn't hug Kit as tightly as she wanted, but Kit felt the warmth and love she intended to convey.
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Once they were settled into the private room, Alex looked up at Maggie exhaustedly. She was still holding the baby, who was now dressed in a plain white onesie. "She was worth it all," Alex said, softly.
Maggie touched the baby's surprisingly thick hair. "She's perfect," she whispered.
"Of course she is," Alex said. "She came from your egg. She's like you, in miniature. I wish you had some pictures from when you were a baby," Alex was so sad that Maggie had lost so much of her childhood.
Alex yawned. She was hooked up to a range of drugs to lower her blood pressure and her fever, which had fallen slightly.
"You should sleep," Maggie said gently.
"Kara. Wanna see Kara. And Addie," Alex said. She needed to feel all her family around her. "And Kate."
"They're all in the relatives room. Want me to go get them?"
Alex nodded. Then she shook her head. "Call them. Phone," she was almost too tired to speak. "Stay with me."
In under a minute, there was a soft tap on the door. Kara was beside herself with excitement, and Maggie smiled to see her trying to hard to contain herself. Addie looked anxious, holding tight to Kate's hand.
Kara put a hand on Addie's back. "You go first, peanut," she said softly, and guided her toward the bed.
Alex looked over at her elder daughter, and her eyes filled with tears. "Hey Bug," she patted the bed next to her. "Come sit next to me, and meet your sister."
With Kate's help, Addie scrambled up, and peered into Alex's arms. She looked up at Alex, her eyes wide. "So tiny, Mama," she said, in an awed tone. Alex smiled and nodded. "Are you okay now Mama?" Addie wanted to know. She had been very frightened when Alex had been taken off in an ambulance.
"She will be soon," Maggie said reassuringly. "Mama's already feeling much better. We'll get her home in a couple days, and we can take care of her until she's feeling strong."
Alex smiled at Kara, and beckoned her forward. "Come hold your niece," she said, smiling as Kara took her very gently in her arms. Kara was overwhelmed with love at the sight of the tiny baby.
Kate peered over Kara's shoulder. "You gotta name?" she asked.
"I think so," Alex replied. "I haven't checked it with Maggie. It wasn't on our list. But she looks just like a Jamie. What do you think, Mags?"
Maggie nodded. "It's perfect," she whispered. "Jamie."
"You wanted a middle name?" Alex remembered.
Maggie reached over and touched her daughter's cheek. "Yeah. I think you'll like it. I think you will too, baby girl," she smiled at the baby. "Jamie Kara Sawyer-Danvers."
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Kara snuggled into Kate's arms that night, having checked for the third time that Addie was still asleep. They were staying in a guest room at Alex and Maggie's house, so that Addie wouldn't be disrupted too much. Addie was thrilled to be a big sister, but she was a very sensitive child, and was easily unsettled. "She's asleep," Kara whispered to her girlfriend.
Kate pulled her to her. "Your new niece is beautiful," she said.
"OUR new niece," Kara corrected her. "Addie was so cute with her, wasn't she? She loves her already."
"That's because Alex and Maggie are such good moms. Addie doesn't feel displaced at all; she knows she's a central part of the family. She wants to go buy Addie a gift tomorrow, before we visit. And you," Kate looked adoringly at Kara, "you can take in that cardigan you knitted." She was so proud of Kara's efforts. And if one sleeve was a bit longer than the other, who really cared about that?
Kara chuckled.
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Alex looked pained when the nurse brought in a bottle to feed baby Jamie. "I want to feed her myself," she explained, though her milk hadn't come through yet.
"Not yet, honey," the nurse reminded her. "These drugs are kinda strong," she gestured to the IV bag that hung next to Alex. "But you'll finish the bag tomorrow morning, and the doctor says you can start feeding her 24 hours after that, if your fever's gone and you're feeling okay." She saw the tension in Alex's face. "I know. It's hard. But it's going to be worth it."
Alex nodded. She knew that she had to do what was best for Jamie. Her headache had almost gone. She was unbelievably tired, but she couldn't stop staring at the baby in her arms.
Maggie could see how exhausted Alex was. "Want me to take her for a while? I can give her the bottle," she offered.
Alex nodded. "She's being so good," she said as Maggie lifted her gently. She settled into the chair next to Alex's bed, smiling as the baby immediately latched on to the bottle.
"She's gotta hell of a grip with those gums," Maggie laughed.
Alex laughed with her. "Yeah. That could turn out to be … interesting … once I'm feeding her."
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"Relax," Aoife instructed Kit. The 28-year-old cop was trying so hard to be unobtrusive in Aoife and Ellie's house that it was making Aoife nervous. "I mean it. I'm so pleased you're here, and Ellie's gonna love it when she gets out of the hospital. Seriously. Having somebody else around will be a great distraction for her. She's coping in the hospital, but if I know her, she's going to go a little stir-crazy once she gets home. So having you here's gonna really help her. And I'm not just saying that," she held up a hand to stop Kit's protests.
Kit smiled. "You've both been so kind."
"You wanna talk about it?" Aoife asked her. She knew that Kit was struggling to cope with her break-up. She had been fully committed to Lainie, and the betrayal had clearly devastated her.
Kit shook her head. "I … I just don't know what to say. I don't even want to think about it right now. Is that okay?" she looked anxious.
"Take it at your own pace," Aoife advised. "We're here. Any time you want to offload. And, for the record," she gave a wicked grin. "Lainie must be certifiably insane to cheat on you. You're bright, funny and, just for the record... if I weren't a married lady...!" she winked.
Kit blushed. "Like you'd ever look at anyone other than Sawyer!"
Aoife smiled wistfully. "Yeah. She's it for me. I'm real lucky."
"She is too," Kit replied. "And she knows it. She never stops talking about you. She is going to be fine, right?"
"That's what the doctors tell us," Aoife said. "Couple of months, she'll be back out there with you," she looked somber at the prospect.
"I'm so sorry what happened to her. If I had known what was going to happen, I would never..."
"Stop Kit," Aoife put her hand on her shoulder. "We all know that there is only one person to blame for what happened to her. And I do know that you have her back, like she has yours. It's part of the job. She knew that going in. And she's gonna be fine. And there's a real good chance she'll never get hurt again. You have to stop blaming yourself. Or she'll kick your ass when she's up to it," she teased. "C'mere," she pulled Kit into a hug.
Kit felt the warmth of the embrace, and tears pricked at her eyes. She had been shown so much genuine friendship by these two women. She had very little family, and only a cousin lived in the city. She hated that she was alone again after she broke up with Lainie, but she was starting to feel part of a community again. "Thank you," she said softly. She pulled back and smiled. "And there's something that I can do to repay you. Sawyer tells me neither of you can really cook."
Aoife laughed. "We know all the delivery guys by name," she admitted. "Can you cook?" hope bloomed in her eyes.
"I can. And I'm going to tonight, once I've been to the market," she looked around for her jacket. "And THEN, once Sawyer gets her ass back here, I'm gonna teach the pair of you. So you'll have no excuses."
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Alex awoke with a start, and smiled at the sight of Maggie as she placed the sleeping baby back into her crib. She peered short-sightedly at her watch, but she didn't have her glasses with her, and her spare contacts were still in the birthing bag at home. "Whassa time?"
"It's just after 2am," Maggie said quietly. "You okay babe?" she saw the look of shock on Alex's face, and realized what had happened. Alex's nightshirt was soaked. Maggie smiled, and sat on the bed next to Alex. "Your milk came in," she said.
Alex nodded. "What do I do?" her lip trembled. Her emotions were so raw; she wanted to cry.
"The nurse said this might happen. So Kara went to get this," Maggie pulled the electric pump out of a bag on the floor. "I read the instructions. First," she started to unbutton Alex's nightshirt, and eased her out of it, mindful of the new scar on her belly. "First we're gonna dry you off a little, get rid of this," she pulled the shirt away and reached for a towel. "Then," she grinned, "I get to play with these," she touched a breast gently. She was only joking about playing, but she wanted Alex to relax, and Alex knew how much Maggie loved her breasts. Efficiently, Maggie fitted the cup. "We don't need to sterilize this time, 'cos Jamie's not getting this, so this makes it easier," she switched on the machine, watching with awe as it started to work.
Fifteen minutes later, she switched the cup to the other side. Alex looked a little lost. Maggie ran her hand over her brow. "Your fever's definitely dropping," she said, reassuringly. "That stuff's doing its job," she nodded to the IV bag. "How do you feel?"
Alex shrugged. She didn't really know. "Kinda weird," she admitted. Then she looked over at the plastic crib. "But kinda great, too," she smiled.
"You're not going to do any of this alone," Maggie reminded her.
"You think Addie's okay?" Alex asked.
"I think Addie's great. She loves Jamie so much already. And we're going to make sure we both spend lots of time just with Addie, like we agreed."
"Will you kiss me?" Alex looked anxious.
Maggie took her face in her hands and kissed her softly, trying to pour all the love she felt into the kiss. "Thank you, Danvers," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For our family. For Jamie. You went through so much. You never even complained."
"I complained a LOT," Alex corrected.
"No, babe. You didn't. You've been amazing. I can't wait until we're all home together. Two, three more nights, they said. And then our family will be home."
"I love you, Maggie Sawyer-Danvers."
"Back at you, babe. Back atcha."
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TWO DAYS LATER
"So she gets her food from your boobies?" Addie was intrigued.
Alex laughed. "That's right, Bug. She's so tiny that she only needs milk right now. And when mommies have babies, their boobies make milk for the baby."
"That's so neat," Addie stared in amazement. "Does it hurt, Mama?"
"It does a little. But it'll get better," she lifted Jamie from her breast and put her over her shoulder. "And once the baby's had her dinner, she has to do a little...," she grinned when Jamie let out a loud burp.
"That was a BIG one, Mama," Addie was amazed that somebody so small could make such a noise.
"She's real good at burping," Maggie said. "I think Jamie would like a snuggle with her big sister now, what do you think, Mama?"
Addie sat very carefully in the chair, as Maggie passed the baby to her, showing her how to hold her head safely. "She's all warm and snuggly," Addie said, with a smile.
"Just like you are. Just a bit smaller," Alex smiled.
"Do you think she'll like me?" Addie asked.
"She loves you already. Look at that," Maggie said. "She's going to sleep. She wouldn't sleep on you if she didn't like you. She knows you are her big sister, and that you'll take care of her always."
"I will, Mommy. I swear. I'm gonna make sure she's happy, and that nobody is ever mean to her."
"She's a very lucky girl."
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J'onn was furious, but he tried to hide it. "I know, Eliza," he stood at her door, clenching his fist to force himself to keep in control. "But it's right here. On this DVD," he held the disk out. "You should watch this. It's the security camera recording. You'll see that Alex had no choice."
"She took the choice to kill her father," Eliza spat.
"She took the choice to save her wife. And herself. He would have killed them both. It's all clear on this tape. Do you want your daughter dead?"
"Right now I could strangle her myself," Eliza's words were slightly slurred. J'onn realized she had been drinking. He wondered how much she had had. He knew that Alex sometimes turned to booze at times of stress. In fact, if she hadn't been pregnant, and now breast-feeding, J'onn was pretty sure Alex would have been relying on the whiskey bottle herself.
"Just watch it. Please," J'onn pleaded.
Eliza reached for the door handle. J'onn took a step backwards. He was extremely powerful, and could easily have overpowered her, but he knew that would achieve nothing. So he allowed the door to be slammed in his face. "I'm leaving the DVD in the mailbox," he called and, with a heavy heart, he headed back to the DEO.
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The shift was long, boring and stressful, and Kit Palmer just wanted a drink. But she didn't want to go out with the guys. What she wanted, more than anything, was to hold a beautiful woman in her arms. But she wasn't a one-night-stand sort of woman. But she headed for a downtown lesbian bar anyway. So, she wouldn't take anyone home with her. But a few drinks, and maybe a dance or two, that couldn't hurt?
Campbell Reilly saw Kit as soon as she came in the door. Tall, coffee-colored skin, perfect teeth, short, sexy hair. And a body to die for. This was the first time she had come to this bar after moving to the city after a bad break-up, and this was also the first time she thought that maybe she hadn't made a huge mistake by moving across the country. She was starting with her first client tomorrow, and she was nervous. She had qualified as a physiotherapist three years ago, and she loved her job. She knocked back her whiskey in one, and approached the new woman at the bar. She heard her ordering a bourbon. "Try the Bowmore single malt instead," she recommended. "If you like a peaty taste."
Kit looked at her, confused. She didn't know her, and it was so long since she had been on the dating scene, she couldn't be sure if she was hitting on her. "And you're an expert?" she said, in a teasing voice, testing the water.
"I'll get this. Bowmore. Double," she told the bartender. "If you like it, you get the next round. Deal?"
Kit smiled. So she was being hit on. She could work with that. The woman was hot. Just sufficiently androgynous to appeal to her, but not overly butch. Tomboyish. But also great breasts. A deadly combination. "And if I don't like it?" Kit asked, flirtatiously.
"We'll drink that terrible bourbon you wanted. All night. On me," Campbell said.
"You're on," Kit said. "Let's get a booth."
Four rounds later, and they were both the wrong side of sober. The music was slowing. Campbell reached out for Kit's hand. She turned it over in her own. "You have beautiful hands," she said, meaning every word. Kit was powerful, yet soft and sexy. "I have a thing for hands."
"And I have a thing for blondes," Kit reached up and ran her hand through Campbell's short locks. She felt Campbell shiver under her fingers, and she realized that she was making a huge mistake. She pulled both her hands back. "I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?"
"For … this. Leading you on. Look, Campbell. You're great. You're funny, you're smart. You seem really sweet. But I've just … after seven years. I'm not... I'm not in a great place, emotionally. I don't want to give you the wrong impression."
"The only impression you're giving tonight is a good one," Campbell was serious.
"But I don't … I don't do one-night stands. And I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Nor am I, Kit. I have baggage too. Lots of baggage. Let's not read too much into this. I don't do one-night stands either. But I do like spending time with you. I'm new to the city. I need friends. And I like you. I mean, you're hot too. Real hot. But you're also great company. Can we be friends?"
Kit nodded.
"Can we dance too? I haven't danced for so long. My ex … she never danced."
Kit nodded again. "I'll get us another whiskey first. That stuff's great."
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"She's a hungry girl," Maggie smiled as she lowered Jamie into Alex's arms. Jamie immediately latched on. "You getting used to that?"
Alex nodded. "It's kinda … kinda amazing. In a way. There, Sprout. That's it. You're such a good girl."
"Sprout?" Maggie laughed.
Alex grinned. "I think it kinda suits her."
"It does," Maggie surprised herself by agreeing.
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The dance was hot, and Kit tried not to enjoy the feel of Campbell's taut body against her own. When Campbell's fingers crept under her shirt at the back and caressed her bare skin, she knew she should pull back. But she just didn't want to. She knew she shouldn't kiss Campbell either, but those lips... they looked so soft. Pink, slightly wet, inviting. So she leant down and let her instincts take over.
Campbell knew it wouldn't be enough. That kiss … she'd never been so thoroughly kissed before. Without speaking, she grabbed Kit's hand and led her to the bathroom.
Kit allowed Campbell to push her against the wall of the stall. Christ, she tasted good. Whiskey, mint, and something else. She allowed her own hands to wander, and she couldn't hold back a moan when she lifted one of Campbell's beautiful breasts. She untucked her shirt, and pushed a hand up her front, sliding her hand into Campbell's bra. At the feel of the hardened nipple, she pulled back sharply, blinking as though she had just stepped out into the light. She felt like she might cry.
Campbell looked at Kit, shock and then comprehension and understanding on her face. "It's okay, Kit," she said softly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you in here. You're just so beautiful. But I'm not being fair. Not to either of us. I'm sorry. Give me a call, when you're more … ready." She pulled a card out of her back pocket. "I'm sorry I've made you uncomfortable. Be kind to yourself Kit. You deserve it."
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"Monday!" Ellie said triumphantly, when Aoife came into her hospital room. "They're letting me home Monday!"
Aoife dropped the magazines she had brought onto the chair, and ran to Ellie. She kissed her deeply. "I had better cancel those dancing girls then, huh?" she teased. She appraised her wife. "You look good, baby. How far did you get today?"
"I did twelve steps. On my own. I mean, I was holding on to the bars, but I did it!"
"I'm so proud of you. Hey, you know you're not the only one that's getting out of here, right?"
"How are they doing?" Ellie had had regular visits from Maggie, and had been delighted when Maggie had brought Jamie to meet her the previous day.
"We're doing great," Alex's voice came from the doorway. She was sitting, reluctantly, in a wheelchair, with Jamie in her arms. Addie stood by her side, and Maggie pushed the chair. "We wanted to come see you, 'cos we're going home today."
"Hey, it's my favorite nieces!" Ellie smiled.
"We're your only nieces, Auntie Ellie," Addie reminded her.
"S'that right? Well, you're still my favorites," Ellie smiled. "Get up here and give me a hug," she demanded. Addie was so affectionate, it always filled her with joy to see her. She hugged her closely. "I'm going to be doing lots of swimming when I get back, the physio says it's good for me. I'm hoping you'll come and keep me company some of the time," she addressed Addie.
Addie nodded and smiled.
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"So we're agreed. Same donor, your egg," Jane Rizzoli said to her wife.
Maura nodded. "We might not get a girl," she reminded her. "We could easily end up with another boy."
"Then that'll be great," Jane turned and looked closely at her. "It would be fantastic to have a girl. Especially if she's anything like you. But it would be just as fantastic to have a boy. Look at him," she gestured to her elder son, who was running around with Addie in the park. "It doesn't get much better than that, does it?"
Maura nodded her agreement. "Your mother is going to be so excited."
"Oh no. We do NOT tell Ma anything. Not until 12 weeks."
"We'll never be able to keep it quiet for that long," Maura smiled. "Remember last time? She knew I was pregnant before I did. And we hadn't even told her we were trying."
"She's a witch," Jane said darkly.
Maura grinned.