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I'm Brazilian, my first language is Portuguese. All mistakes are mine (and also, I can forget some word), so thanks for all being patient reading this which will be full of mistakes.
LOCISVU, I promised I would finish the story right? And I can't stay away of writing, sooner or later I'll write. :)
"Myka, it's great the advances in medicine!" - Myka laughed, she knew Helena would be thrilled with the technological advances of medicine.
Both were in a bookstore in a town near the Warehouse, doing 'research', Myka concerned with the care she should have, and Helena curious to find out what she missed while bronzed. Artie had given the whole week off, so that both could visit Myka's parent. The trip had been very well enjoyed; yielding only good moments, and the flight back was quiet.
Myka preferred to return to South Dakota, to ascertain how much Mrs. Frederic had told her parents, and ask how much they could count as well as tell about the pregnancy for the remainder of the deposit. They received the news much better both expected. Myka expected at least a scolding of Artie because of the artifact, while Helena also expected a scolding, but along with any anger, disappointment. But he received the news well.
And then, they were there, sitting face to face, on the floor, surrounded by several books.
"If there were only 5% of current technology and knowledge in my time, women's lives would certainly be much easier." - Myka looked at Helena, enjoying seeing Helena so thrilled, reading pages and pages with all the attention possible - "Women of the 19th century are very different from today." - Helena added, making Myka arching an eyebrow.
"Hmm, how different?" - Helen realized the tone that Myka used, looking at her.
"I didn't mean about personality. I mean what they were forced to live. For example, our duty was to keep house, have children and raise children. We couldn't work. The women had to obey any decision faithfully, of the husband, also couldn't refuse sex if he wanted. Even couldn't have property." - Myka continued looking at her with the same look, - "Darling, women had neither the right to use chloroform in childbirth*." - With this, the expression of Myka changed, getting a little shocked. She couldn't imagine giving birth without any sedative.
"Yeah, right. I don't know if I could live in your time." - Helena chuckled, making Myka look at her.
"And do you think I lived this way? I've always been against these principles that women were inferior to men, and so on." - Myka remembered the journals she had read about H.G. Wells being a feminist movement's supporter, understanding why.
"So this is why your brother was considered a threat to society, because of you?" - Helena nodded.
"We could be different in several aspects, but he has always supported women, principally the women's right. I think having me as sister made his mind about that." - Myka smiled at Helena talking about her brother. It wasn't frequent to Helena comment something about her family.
xxx Next Day xxx
"Ready?" - Helena asked as the car stopped in front of the bookstore of Myka's parent. Myka nodded, not hiding the concerned look, which didn't passed unnoticed by Helena, who placed her hand over Myka's hand.
"Darling, everything will be okay. It's not as if you were introducing me to them first time. The know me, and I know that they will be happy with your pregnancy." - Myka gave a glance to Helena, sighing.
"It isn't what I care about."
"You don't need to tell them who I am. You know that."
Myka knew that her parent knew of the existence of artifacts, because the father's experience with artifact, but weren't sure what was exactly Myka's work, though he knew it were related with artifacts. Helena knew Myka wanted to tell them who she really was, although she thought it wasn't necessary, and believed they already known who she wasn't any person.
"Well, let's go. We can't stay here." - Myka said, leaving the car, being followed by Helena, who soon was walking side by side.
Myka's father was arranging the books on a shelf of a bookcase near the door, and when he heard Myka's voice, he turned immediately seeing the women entering.
"I didn't know you both were coming!" - He dropped the books, going to greet them. Myka hugged him.
"We wanted to do a surprise visit." - Myka said, while Helena greeted him.
"I hope the trip was perfect." - Helena nodded, giving a glance at Myka, - "I'll tell your mother that you're here." - He turned to Myka.
"No need dad, I imagine she is in the back, right?" - He nodded, watching the women step into the back of the store, hearing the women talking, turning back to what he was doing.
Helena always felt more comfortable with the mother of Myka, perhaps on the occasion that saw the first time. Soon Myka was calling his father, asking him to sit with her mother. Helena and Myka also ended up sitting.
"I know that this visit is a surprise, but we came here to tell the news." - Helena put her hand in Myka's back, as if to encourage continuing.
"And I know, I told that I wouldn't have children, but since Helen asked me to marry, I have had this desire to build a family." - Myka paused, feeling the hand of Helena intertwining with hers - "But I didn't want to adopt. Dad, I know you know what are artifacts, and know you've been victimized, but my job is to collect and store all these artifacts in warehouse, protecting the world. I know in the beginning you thought that my work was something ridiculous, but it isn't, as you may well know. "- Myka paused again, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I didn't the most sensible choice, more ethical, but I used one of the artifacts we have in the warehouse to achieve this desire, since I wanted to have a child that had my DNA and of Helena." - Helen knew she was nervous and Myka was concerned about the reaction of parents, but by what she watched from them, had no reason.
More words spoken, more Myka's father realized what Myka was trying to say, not hiding happiness. Helena knew the news would be great for them. The mother also soon realized what Myka wanted to say. Myka paused speaking, returning soon after.
"So yeah, I'm pregnant." - Only when Myka said the sentence that the parents expected, happiness was what they both showed since they never had a real expectation of having grandchildren.
"But ...The child doesn't run any risk, because of ... artifact?"- Myka's father asked, getting worried, happiness disappearing from his face, remembering that all artifacts have side effects.
"Don't worry, this child is being well monitored. And the device has never shown effects on generated children." - Helena intervened, knowing that Myka already had sufficient dose of nervousness, and she couldn't explain without further worry.
"Myka don't worry, I won't judge you because you made that choice. I already judged you, and I won nothing. You had your reasons and desires, that I'll respect, but certainly we're very happy to know." - Myka's father said, noting the nervousness of her daughter, getting up wanting to hug Myka, who also stood when understood his intentions.
Her mother also had risen, with the same intentions, waiting her husband to release Myka to hug her. Helena watched the interactions between Myka and her parents. She had perhaps relieved that the conversation hadn't walked on its own to her identity. Myka's mother turned to Helena, realizing that she was still sitting.
"Helena, you'll be an excellent mother as Myka." - Helena smiled, knowing she didn't know many details about her past. Myka heard the comment from her mother, a little worried, looking at Helena.
"I think Myka will be better than me, but thanks. Certainly, I will do my best."
"Would you like some tea? I would offer a decent drink, but I think the hour and pregnancy aren't in favor." - Myka's father offered, being accepted by all, even accepting Myka's help. Myka and her father left the room, leaving the other women still in the room.
"Helena, forgive me for changing the subject, but I suppose you have any relation with H.G. Wells, because of your surname." - Helena looked at her, sighing as she passed a hand through her hair.
"Myka wanted to tell, but only if the matter come to light when she gave the news. But now that you mention it, I don't think it would be great shock to say that, actually, I'm H.G. Wells." - The mother smiled, trying to give a positive impression.
"Since Myka began working in the warehouse, and my husband became victim of an artifact, anything is possible. When I knew your last name, I just assumed that somehow you would be related to H.G. Wells. I just didn't imagine that Myka's author favorite were a woman." - Helena started to laugh, but then noticed the last sentence Myka's mother said, focusing all her attention.
"Mom, I think anyone thinks that. And maybe everybody would be shocked to find that H.G. Wells is a woman and is still alive." - Myka entered the room, startling the two women, sitting to next to Helena, who looked at her surprised.
"I didn't know that I was your favorite author." - Myka shrugged, as if she cared.
"She never told you?" - The mother seemed surprised, like Helena, who shook her head.
"I knew she loved my books, but not that it were the favorites." - The mother had a laugh remembering when Myka was a child, making a point of going to sleep after read only one chapter of any book by HG Wells.
"She only slept if I read any book, although it also has influences from my husband." - Helena smiled at, trying to imagine the scene.
"I never knew that. So take the first edition of any book of mine was heaven."
"It was her obsession." - Myka nodded, laughing at the memory when the mother said.
"My first issue came from you. Including signature." - Helen smiled at the memory of the day she left the book on Myka's bookcase, planning to surprise, and then she turned to Myka's mother.
"I just hope to continue being Helena. Currently, I don't mind about my true identity. I never thought you need to know this, and also believe that you already know that living in my time wasn't as easy as it is today. There are many other aspects of my past that I think are dispensable in all; I would like to continue being the Helena that you know." - Myka laid her head on Helena's shoulder, being embraced, while her father appeared with a tray with the tea, and mugs.
"Myka told me some things about you, but in the end what matters is that you are happy. Don't worry, nothing has changed." - The mother smiled at Helena, picking up a mug, filling it with tea.
At that time, they were just trying to have a family moment.
*Chloroform: First anesthetic to be used in fast surgeries (ether was used in surgery that would be a little longer), also coming to be used for childbirths, after Queen Victoria asked to use in the birth of her 7th son, silencing the opinion of the Church which was the main opposition to the use in childbirth. Before that, women were prohibited from using any means of relieving the pain of childbirth.
OBS.: Women were indeed "prohibited" from using chloroform to relieve the pain of childbirth, because of the Church, saying that chloroform was "trap of Satan."
Well, chapter 26 is almost finished, but I'm in doubt about what to do in chapter 27 (I have some ideas, but I'm not sure of which use). So if you have any suggestion, please give.
See ya :)