Disclaimer: Warehouse 13 and its characters are the property of Syfy Network.
I'm Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese. All mistakes are mine (and also, I can forget some word), so thanks for all for patience reading this which will be full of mistakes.
In the drawer was a small box containing a scarf. Myka took it feeling the texture of the material, while with the free hand she read the note in the box.
Myka,
I want you cover your eyes with the scarf when you ring the ring bell tonight. I can't tell why. I can only say that it's a surprise.
Myka looked to the scarf, wondering why the need to cover her eyes. She laughed when she realized she was starting to get curious and anxious. She noticed a second box, this time was a bit heavier. Also she found another note. She opened the box finding a set of bath salts.
I know you're still a little tense because of yesterday, this is just my little help to relax you. Enjoy it.
She smiled when she opened one of the bath salt, smelling the characteristic smell of Helena, finding out of where came the smell she liked. She didn't know what Helena intend to do, but for the preoccupation and dedication, something should be well planned and thought that Helena wanted her in the best way possible. She checked the drawer looking for more boxes, but found none, so she put the things back in the drawer, closing it.
It was a beautiful day of spring, the weather nice without forecast of changes, so she put a comfortable clothes, planning to read a book outside, since Claud and Pete would play video games as they always did. Sometimes she would play or watch them, but generally she preferred the company of a good book. She went to the bookcase, seeing one more book, The Days of the Comet*. She ran her finger on the spine, realizing a post-it.
I noticed that your collection of my books wasn't complete. And you had commented on one occasion which book you had no opportunity to read. I hope you enjoy this book as I did. Good reading.
She took the book of the bookcase, raising her fingers in the title, remembering the times when her father read the books of H.G. Wells in her childhood, as well as the moments she spent her free time looking for others books in the father's bookstore. She also remembered the moment she discovered that H.G. Wells was originally the mind of a 19th century woman, disguised by her brother. She left her room with the book, meeting with Pete.
"Good morning Mykes! Apparently, you woke good humored."
"How did you notice?" – Myka knew that Pete know her well enough to know if she was happy or not. But sometimes, he surprised her.
"You're smiling as silly." – Pete smiled while Myka laughed.
"Needless to say the reason, huh?"
"Spare me of the sordid details." – Pete said making a disgusted expression for fun, making Myka laugh.
"Hey, do you want to play video game?" – Pete asked turning on his heel, facing to Myka.
"I'd love to, but it gets to the next time." – Myka showed the book.
"No problems." – Myka watched Pete down the stairs excited, going after him.
She went to the porch getting some things to eat and drink, and then going to settle in the shadow of the big oak in the garden. Before opening the book, she analyzed the book, feeling the height, the texture of the cover. It was a ritual for Myka, as if she knew the book she could remember better afterwards, despite her photographic memory.
After a few minutes, she opened the book, finding the signature of Helena and the date. She was surprise to discover that the book was the first original edition in perfect condition. But this discovery only served to strengthen the emotional value of the book.
xxx 3 hours after xxx
"Myka?" – Leena was approaching of the oak. Myka hadn't noticed her approach, so she scared.
"Sorry for scare you and interrupt, but Helena asked to remind you if you are distracted with the book." – Myka smiled, thinking about everything that Helena had done; she really was distracted with the book.
"No problems, and thanks. How much time passed?"
"Three hours." – Leena walked away.
Myka marked mentally the page that she had stopped refusing to do any act that could violate the integrity of the book. She stood up taking all things, going into inside. She passed through the kitchen, leaving the plate and glass, to ascend to the room. Passing through the TV room, she stopped for a few minutes to see the game situation. Claud was winning, but if she knew Pete this was part of his strategy.
She entered in her room, locking the door. She put the book back to the place where it was before, raising her fingers by the spine again. Prepared the bathtub with bath salts, and while waiting for water to fill the bathtub, went to her closet, to separate the clothes to wear at night. She turned off the water when she realized the full bathtub, entering it.
xxx 2 hours after xxx
Myka rang the door bell, taking the scarf and then covering her eyes, not knowing what to expect. Cover her eyes was a demonstration that she trust Helena to guide her inside the house. Helena quickly answers the door, smiling to see that Myka followed her instructions. He gave a kiss, taking her hand afterwards.
"The surprise will be revealed later, the scarf is only to prevent." – Helena said while she guided Myka to the garden, giving necessary warns in the way.
"It's my impression or you're planning this for a long time?" – Myka realized that she was in the garden.
"It isn't your impression." – Helena stopped in the front of the kiosk, taking gently the scarf of Myka.
In the kiosk had a table set, illuminated with candles. Myka looked at Helena.
"This is a meeting? We have passed that stage." – Helena laughed.
"It may be considered a meeting, but later you will understand." – Helena picks up the wine and served two glasses, while Myka sat.
"Also, it may be considered as a thank you." – Helena has sat.
"Thanks? You know that there is no need for it."
"There may not be, but I feel it's necessary after all. Of course I have thanked you before, but I can still continue, right? I hope you enjoyed the book." – Helena had begun to serve as Myka took a sip of wine.
"Thanks for the book; I imagine it isn't easy to separate an author of the first edition. It's an excellent book, by the way." – A smile was on Helena's lips. Myka was serving herself.
"It wasn't so hard, because I won't be very separate of the book."
They started to eat, exchanging glances, also talked about some usual things. Helena gently rested her hand on Myka's hand.
"What I'm going to talk may be a little cliché, but every time I think I can't love you more, I love. I must be very lucky to have found someone like you. And who would say that I find in a different century from mine?"
"If you had been lucky, I had what then? I never imagined that I could be in love again, or at least to have some intimate relationship. And here I'm. I don't care if you're from some different century, you're a fantastic, smart and beautiful woman, and I would continue trying to move heaven and worlds to continue waking up beside you, day after day." – Helena was smiling.
"Overall, I'm a lucky woman."
"No, you're my girlfriend lucky." – Helena laughed.
They finished eating, exchanging caresses with their hands. Helena stood up, taking the scarf of Myka again, waiting her to stand up.
"Now, it's the official surprise of night. The dinner was only a preparation." – Myka was biting her lower lip, feeling her heartbeat accelerate, not knowing why.
"I only speak in surprises, and you get nervous?" – Helena noticed.
"Yes. I'm not a fan of surprises, but for your dedication, should be a nice surprise." – Helena gently placed the scarf again in Myka.
"Trust me."
"I trust, or you think I let anyone to cover my eyes?" – Helena laughed. Again she guided Myka inside the house, this time taking her to upstairs. Myka noticed this, and started to wonder what the surprise was, since she couldn't imagine why Helena was leading her to upper floor.
Soon Myka was feeling a gently breeze on her face. She was a balcony she didn't know. In fact, only knew the Helena's room. She felt Helena's hand in her waist, to the feel the wood which borders the balcony, in contact with her abdomen.
Helena took her hands, slowly taking out the scarf. Myka was right about being in a balcony, but her vision prevented her from making any comment. On the lawn had several candles access. But the candles formed the shape of letters, which Myka took a while to understand, but when she understood, looked surprised to Helena, who was holding a ring.
"Do you want to be a Bering-Wells?" – Helena leaned against the wood which borders the balcony, looking into Myka's eyes.
A/N
So, I have a "bad news", tomorrow I'm going to travel, and where I'm going to doesn't have a good internet signal, but I'll try to post the next chapter. But think on the positive side: as I won't have anything to do, that means it's possible I back with the 3 remaining chapters translated! And I don't know when I'll be back.
And sorry for saying that, but the next chapter has a… how I can say?..."surprise" (remember that not all surprises are good…).
Don't worry. Everything will be fine.