Eve didn't want to fight with Q. She wasn't even sure how they ended up in a fight. He was her best friend, her closest coworker, and Christina's godfather. Fighting with him wasn't at the top of her list of priorities.

But somehow, it ended up happening anyway. A month after they returned from vacation, a thought began brewing in Eve's head. A thought she couldn't tell anyone- except her best friend. Except Q.

When they came back from vacation, they settled back into their tentative domesticity. They took Christina to school, came home, ate dinner, had the whole family thing. Christina was over the moon. Bond took her to dance classes and resisted flirting with the gorgeous, seven-foot-tall ballet instructor.

Eve was a woman. She couldn't help buying in. She couldn't help the dreams. She couldn't help the plans she began forming in her brain. Everything was too good NOT to dream big.

Bond was called out on a mission. She was tense as he packed, nervous about losing him for several weeks. But he kissed her goodbye on the way out, a kiss she could believe in. "I'll be back in a couple of weeks, sweetheart."

She could clung to those words. She replayed them in her head whenever she got lonely. She thought about his words when sat at ballet practice, alone, watching Christina.

"I'll be back in a couple of weeks, sweetheart."

She thought about the last time they had sex, on the hallway floor before he left. She remembered the way his fingers had slipped between her thighs as he had thrust inside her. How hot it had made her. How wet she was, even after he had left.

Her cheeks flushed and she glanced around furtively, like she was afraid the other parents could read her thoughts. Of course they were in their own world, chatting and talking. A lot of the mothers had their husbands there.

Like I did last week, Eve sighed inwardly. A week ago she had had the best looking boyfriend there. Someone to sit beside her and help cheer Christina on. She was lonely- but she knew in a few weeks, Bond would be sitting beside her again.

When practice was over, she held a wiggling Christina by the hand as she called Q. "Want to come over for dinner? I'm ordering Chinese."

"I'll bring the wine."

Eve closed the door to Christina's room and walked back into the living room just as Q poured another glass of wine. "You know me so well," she smirked as she sat down to her now full glass.

"She's asleep?" Q leaned back against the couch.

"Out like a light. Way too much sugar today. She was excited to see you."

"It's been awhile," he nodded.

"Why haven't you come over lately? I've missed our wine and trash talking everyone at MI6," she grinned.

Q fiddled with his fork. "Well...I suppose it's because Bond practically lives here now."

"You can still come over, you know. Bond or no Bond."

"I figured you would be all wrapped up in each other."

She lifted an eyebrow.

He grinned. "That came out sounding worse than I expected. You know what I mean."

"Well, he'll be gone for another week, so you should come over every night and we'll do this whole thing."

"Are things still going well with him here?"

She closed her eyes, relishing her words. "In a word: yes."

"That good, huh?"

"Save the skeptical voice for another time, Q. It's been going so, so, so well. It's like...we're a family. It's so normal." She sucked in her lower lip. "I'm thinking about having another baby."

Q nearly choked on his sesame chicken. "Excuse me?"

"I'm thinking of having another baby."

"That's what I thought you said," Q groaned. "I was just hoping I had heard you wrong and you hadn't actually lost your mind."

"I haven't lost my mind."

"You have! Another baby? With Bond? Right now?"

"Yesssss. You know I want more kids...I'm not getting any younger. I can't exactly wait around another ten years to have another. I don't want her to be an only child like I was. She'd be great with a younger sibling."

"It's not Christina that I'm worried about. And Bond wants another baby right now?"

"Well..." Eve trailed off.

"You haven't asked him!" Q accused.

"No, but I'm going to. When he gets back. I'm not going to spring it on him or anything."

"And if he says no?"

"Then I won't have one. But I really think he'll say yes, Q. I think we're in a good place right now."

"You're not even married."

"Since when did you get so traditional?" Eve huffed.

"You don't have to get married. But Eve, you've had a few good months with Bond. That doesn't mean you should run off and have more kids with him. He's great to Christina right now. But who knows where he will be in six months?"

Eve had expected Q's reaction, but she couldn't help getting angry anyway. "You could be a little more supportive."

"I could, but then I would be lying to you. It's a bad idea. Deep in your heart, you know it is. You know how unreliable, unstable, irresponsible he is."

"He's changed, Q."

"How do you know? He's off in another country right now. You have no idea what he's up to."

"I trust him."

"That's new," Q scoffed. "You never have before."

"He loves me. He loves Christina. I had to start trusting him sometime. You should see him with her. He adores her. He seems...happy. I've never seen him like this."

"It won't last."

"Why are you being so hateful?" Eve demanded with a glare.

"I'm thinking about Christina. He drinks too much, he's here and there, he isn't good for her in the long term. She's what's important, not your feelings."

"You're not her father, Q!" Eve screamed.

Q's eyes glazed over with hurt. He pursed his lips together, his face ashen.

Eve couldn't stop. "You like to pretend you are, but you're not. He's her father. You can't make decisions over her life, over MY life. I'll do what I fucking please."

"That's obvious," Q sneered as he stood up. "Do what you want. I don't fucking care. And don't speak to me tomorrow at work."

As soon as he slammed the door behind him, Eve threw her wine glass at the door in rage.