The next morning, the weather was simply foggy and fairly cloudy; it was dark enough to not bring a whole lot of light to the room. It was dark, but Joy awakens her eyes hardly opening. Squinting, she looks half awake at the clock. The clock read six thirty, in large green digital letters. She looks over to see if Victoria's awake, and sees that her friend is sleeping soundly as she is pressed against Joy, holding her in her arms. Smiling, she remembers what happened between them both. And, she had to admit, it was the best she had in a long time. Victoria knew exactly what she wanted and desired. Waiting a few minutes, she lays in silence, thinking about the night before as she smirks at the thought of the perfect ending to a wonderful evening. Then, she gently strokes Victoria's arm gently, in an attempt to wake her up.

'Tori,' she whispers softly, stroking her fingers up and down Victoria's arm. Surely, she knew that Joy would have wanted to slip out of the bed before Mel or Elka woke. They usually slept in, but she never knew. Victoria awakens, groggy and looks at Joy, then smiles, reaching her hand to touch Joy's cheek.

'Morning babe, oh what time is it?' she looks at the clock, then frowns.

'Shit, you should slip out of here before Mel wakes…' she pressed Joy in her arms one last time, as she knew it would be a while before they shared a bed again. Joy throws her arms around Victoria and kisses her openly on the lips.

Pausing briefly to look at her, she looks deep into eyes, which were filled with tears, and sighs, knowing that it would be a while. They seldom got moments like this, and when they did, it was rare and magical. Victoria treasured these moments.

'I love you.' Joy's eyes also teared up too. She gets up; throwing her clothes on and brushes a comb through her hair. Goodness knows, she didn't want Mel or Elka picking up on her sex hair.

'I love you too, my princess. We'll be together again in each other's arms soon enough.' She smiles through her tears as she brushes a tear off Joy's tear stained cheeks. She begins to exit the room, then Joy turns back to look at Victoria, smiles sweetly, then exits the room quietly. Victoria is left there with Joy's pillow, and she presses the pillow against her body, in a way, hugging the pillow tightly, breathing in the scent of Joy's vanilla and lavender shampoo.

What Victoria wouldn't do just to be able to be in bed all day long, spending the day with her love, Joy?

She sighs sadly, and closes her eyes, in an attempt to fall asleep for a few more hours, clutching Joy's pillow in her arms. Sometimes she wished Joy could sleep with her longer. She loved that connection they shared, holding each other, taking comfort in each other's presence. Peering in hours later, Joy sees her still sleeping, and smiles. She bites her lip, as she watches her best friend sleep. Noticing that Victoria was sleeping with her pillow, nose pressed up firmly against it, she smiles, realizing that Victoria missed her presence in bed with her. Joy watches as her friend wakes up, and turns to find her watching.

"How long have you been there, Joy?"

Joy stands there, a smile on her face.

"Not very long, sweetheart," she says, reaching over to stroke Joy's hair. Victoria smiles lovingly, sitting up on the bed. She pats a spot next to her on the bed.

"Come here, love."

Joy gets up and goes over to the side of the bed that Victoria wanted her on. She plops herself down on the bed, and scoots herself closer to Victoria. Joy smiles sweetly, holding out her hand. Victoria takes it, allowing her fingers to lace with Joy's and rest on her lap. They sit for a moment in silence.

Joy breaks the silence, "I noticed you were sleeping with my pillow. Sorry if I forgot to take it out earlier, but I was in a hurry to get out, you know before Mel or Elka would see me exit your room. When I saw you with it, I knew that it was because you missed me next to you. That's actually kind of sweet. You're beautiful when you sleep, you know that, don't you?''

'I'll take that as a compliment.' Victoria looks down at her lap, trying to conceal the fact that she was blushing as a result of the compliment. Joy leans down, taking Victoria's face in her hands.

'There's nothing to be ashamed of, you missed me next to you. I love that you care that much.'

She kisses Victoria on the cheek, and Victoria grins.

'I just don't want to hurt you or disappoint you.'

Joy presses her nose against Victoria's. 'Trust me, babe…I know you never want to do that. I know that you care, and I love you no matter what.'

Victoria smiles sweetly, throwing her arms around Joy's neck, pulling her into a hug.

Joy peruses through pamphlets on single parent adoption, and reads through the heaps of brochures that she was given at the sperm bank. She had all these options to choose from, whether it is adoption, or in vitro fertilization. She knew that if she had to she was healthy enough to carry the child. A part of her wanted to go through motherhood again, raise a baby, and experience pregnancy again. She hardly remembered Owen's birth, the only thing she remembered was holding him for a brief second and whispering that she'll never stop loving him, and hoped that he'd love her just the same. At sixteen, she knew she was right in giving him up, but a part of her wished that she could have been there for his important moments, like graduation from high school and college, and to watch him grow. At least with her considering another child, she'd be able to experience it, first hand. And, hopefully Victoria would come along for the ride also.

Joy comes up to Victoria, who was reading the Enquirer. She watches as Victoria peruses the pages, then finally looks up to find Joy standing there, her eyes red and puffy. Victoria throws the magazine in the trash, muttering that the tabloid was 'utter rubbish,' and Joy smiled knowing that she had rubbed off on Victoria.

'Come here, baby doll, what's wrong?' She pats a seat on the couch next to her and Joy sits, and Victoria takes her in her arms.

'Victoria, I wanted to ask you something, and will you promise that you'll not flip out?'

Victoria takes Joy's hand, squeezing it gently. 'I won't, honest. Now what's on your mind?'

Joy sighs, continuing her thought. 'I went to an adoption agency and a sperm bank today. Tori, I'm considering having another child.'

Victoria's jaw drops in surprise. 'Are you really serious about this?'

'I'm serious, Victoria. I've wanted a child for a while. I feel bad that I never got a chance to watch Owen grow up…sure I can be part of his adult life, but I never got to experience a chance at molding him and watching him grow up into the man he's become.'

Victoria nods, lacing her fingers through Joy's, squeezing it gently.

'I'll support you. I mean—I let nannies raise my kids, and look what happened? They grew up to resent me. I'd like in a sense, a fourth chance to be a mother.'

Joy smiles and takes Victoria's hands in her own.

'You know, this is a big responsibility…are you prepared for it?' Victoria nods silently, knowing that this wasn't going to be easy.

'As ready as I'll ever be, sweetheart.'

Joy smiled, knowing Victoria had it in her heart to be a great mother. She knew that Victoria wanted so desperately to be able to mother and give the love and attention that she never gave to her own children. Looking at Victoria, she sighs.

'So, which route do you think we should take? Should we adopt, or go the surrogate route. I'm thinking either would be a great option as I'm too old to have children without help.'

Victoria thinks for a moment. This is a big decision for the two of them, raising a child together. She smiles and looks into Joy's eyes.

'Why don't we adopt? There are a lot of children who need a good home.'

Joy agreed with Victoria's thought. A lot of children out there were in need of a good home. She and Victoria had the money to provide for this child, and were more than able to provide for the needs and wants of this child. And with adoption, they could take in a young child. Victoria didn't mind, as long as diapers and formula weren't involved. Joy agreed with Victoria's sentiment, she wanted a child that was just beginning to talk and form ideas and want to hang on Mommy's every word.

Joy was beginning to like the thought of being called Mom.

"Mommy, can you and Victoria play tea party with me again?' Sadie says, holding out a teacup set Victoria bought her last Christmas, beautiful and exquisite. The six year old smiled, grabbing on to her mother's legs. She looks up, her baby blues pleading for someone to play with. Joy smiles at their daughter and takes the teacup.

'I'd love to…would you, Tori?' Joy turns to Victoria, who was washing dishes.

Victoria smiled, drying her hands. 'I'd love to.'

Sadie squealed in excitement, and hands Victoria her teacup.

'Okay, let's play!' The little girl gently tugs both women into the living room where she had her play set and table. Melanie had bought it for Sadie as a birthday gift. Victoria thought it was nice of Melanie to do that, and always referred to their friend in front of Sadie as Auntie Melanie.