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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.
Myka was six months pregnant, with all examinations and visits up to date. Also passed to gradually reduce travel, staying in the warehouse where she could help Claud, except on rare occasions in which Claud had to go to the missions along with Helen and/or Pete. Helena began to replace Myka in most missions. Also, it was known that Myka was expecting a boy.
In these missions, Helena and Myka had created the habit of talking all day, when possible and by any means possible, such as Skype. Claud had improved enough technological knowledge of Helena, who had become accustomed to and use of technology in everyday life. To strangers, she would easily be appointed as a modern adult.
Myka missed to participate in missions, but knew it was for a good reason, as missed Helena. When they had matching days off, tended to just stay on the couch, reading books or chatting, and maybe watching a movie, enjoying the company of another. Nor were the rare times that Helena met craves of Myka (at least most).
Helena and Myka would, after three weeks, a day off coinciding, and Helena had plans for that day. She knew Myka was getting frustrated at not being able to do many things in the warehouse, as she was suffering from the limitations of pregnancy.
The day before the day off, Helena had returned earlier, and as Myka hadn't finished the work in the warehouse, decided to play the piano, which hadn't been used lately. Helena remembered the piano lessons she had throughout childhood and adolescence, in order to "please" the family, and had it after classes with the tutor. She ran her fingers over the keys, remembering all the music she had learned, as well as the sounds of each key, being able to tune the piano without any extra equipment, due to the amount of classes and experience she had.
She decided by Sonata Moonlight of Beethoven (Sonata No. 14 for piano), which was one of her favorite because of the history behind the origin, where a blind girl had learned one music only by listening at a house near where she lived, though not able to reproduce it perfectly, and Beethoven, walking with a friend, heard her say that she wished someone would play the song, and he offered to play. The girl and her brother heard the music, and then realized that he was Beethoven, with tears streaming down their faces, and after having asked to play again the piece, Beethoven decided to create a sonata dedicated to the girl so she could feel what it was moonlight. And this how the sonata was created.
Myka on arrival realized that Helena was playing the piano, and then remembered that she had never heard Helena play, and also wasn't able to recognize the sonata. She took off her coat, and left the keys and purse in mobile hall, also taking off their shoes, walking in sockets. And then she went into the room, where leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms, watching the fluidity and agility of Helena's fingers, waling over the keys, smiling at the scene.
Myka felt touched by the piece, and felt that all the notes got into her soul, stirring with the emotional. Helena had been absorbed, missing the presence of Myka, realizing when she finished playing, turning to get up, seeing Myka entering the room.
"This is the first time I've heard you play that piano. And very well."
"So I should play often." – Helena smiled, still seated, but Myka nodded, - "I can play another one, if you want."
Myka sat on the couch near the piano, wondering if I should say yes, ask for Helen or sit with her, but since it was the first time I heard her play the piano, and do not know if I would hear again, accepted the offer.
"The music is more interesting if you close your eyes and get carried away by the notes." – Helena commented, while straightened again.
Myka lay on the couch, resting her head on the back of the arm, shutting her eyes, trying to get more comfortable. Helena smiled at Myka's position, relaxing as the notes began to echo through the room. She also realized that Myka instinctively placed a hand on her belly, caressing it, smiling at the scene. She was enchanted by the scene she saw as she was complete by having someone like Myka in her life.
Little by little, the notes were stopping of echoing through the room, indicating the end of the song. Helena, when finished the song, getting up to go to sit on the carpet that stood beside the couch, watching Myka's face relaxed. Also put a hand on her belly and partially in the hands of Myka with his thumb stroking. Myka smiled, opening her eyes slowly, turning her face to Helena.
"You should definitely play more."
"I can do this as routine. It isn't a problem." – Helena said, realizing that music was very relaxing to Myka, who was biting her lower lip, thinking.
"I'd love that. I believed that you no longer remembered how to play piano. Or hadn't learned." – Helena laughed.
"No, I had many classes, which is almost impossible to forget everything I learned, though I need to catch up, since it's a long time since my last class." – Helena smiled looking at Myka.
Myka sat on the couch, inviting Helena to sit beside her. Helena rose, sitting beside Myka, whilst realizing Myka's muscles tensed. Helena put her hands on Myka's shoulders, massaging gently, knowing that Myka was more sensitive to touch.
"You are extremely tense, darling."
"Yeah, I know ... Work and pregnancy are not exactly the best combination." – Helena smiled, kissing Myka's neck, while her hands gently and carefully tried to relax Myka's tensed and sore muscles.
"You could have told me, I wouldn't bother to do my best to help.
"Normally I don't notice, due to fatigue. But without doubt, I would love it every day if possible."
Helena stopped after a few minutes, adjusting Myka between her legs, allowing both to lie down. Helena put her hands on Myka's belly, feeling in time the kicks.
"He is active today."
"It's a boy, you was expecting for what? And he's like that a while ago." – Helena began stroking gently.
"I was hoping he would be active long after born. Tomorrow is our day off, any plans? Or would you like to do something?" – Helena hoped Myka hadn't made any plans.
"Just stay in home with you."
"That I can guarantee."
xxx Next Day xxx
Helena had awakened a little earlier than usual, getting rid of Myka's arms skillfully, without waking her. She knew she would hardly wake by her own, due to pregnancy, so she would have enough time to start planning the day, as well as make a breakfast.
Helena knew Myka wouldn't bother to break the diet she had begun to follow at least once. But Helena also wouldn't be abused. She decided to make waffles, also making a fruit salad, knowing that Myka would feel somewhat guilty. She set up everything on a platter, leading to the bedroom.
She put the tray on the nightstand next to Myka, calculating all possible reactions. And then went back to bed, also being careful not to wake her up with the movements. And waited a few minutes to make sure Myka was actually asleep.
And then she began to delineate Myka's facial features gently until she move in bed, her face getting closer, and Helena, realizing that she was a little more awake, kissed her feeling Myka respond almost immediately.
"Good morning, darling." – Helena said watching Myka stretch as she always did, and seeing the look on her tray, - "And I brought breakfast." – Helena stood up, picking up the tray and placing it in the middle of bed.
"Helena ..." – Myka saw that she had made waffles but was stopped.
"Sometimes can't hurt, and don't worry, there is fruits as well. And you deserve." – Helena sat by Myka, who sat up.
"I deserve? And what would be the reason?" – Myka said eating a piece of waffle.
Helen shrugged.
"It must have reasons?" - Helena asked, laughing to see the reaction Myka, who simply shrugged – "Carpe Diem." – Helena added, making Myka smile.
"And what you are planning for today?" – Myka asked before drinking a sip of juice.
"Just treat you as you deserve."
"Oh." – Helena looked at Myka.
"Hm? Something wrong?"
"No. I just didn't expect this. But this is also a good idea." – Myka smiled before being kissed by Helena.
"I will always treat you, when I can, as I promised. And you deserve, especially now." – Helena placed a hand on Myka's belly, caressing.
"Don't want a spoiled wife. Especially if is me." – Helena laughed.
"I think it is too late. And I don't care, you still remain my Myka."
"And what are your plans for today?" – Myka asked curiously, as she ate a piece of waffle.
"Only a surprise at night. Until then, whatever you want and desire."
"Surprise?"
"I know you aren't biggest fan of surprises, but I promise that there is nothing to worry about."
"Hmm... Okay. Then you will indulge me as I want and desire?" – Helena nodded
"Then we can watch a movie."
"It will be fulfilled."
"And hot chocolate?" – Myka had a tempting expression, but at the same time as a child asking for candy, making Helen laugh.
"No caffeine and sugar. But I will." – Myka smiled in victory.
They continued eating, talking and laughing with occasional jokes and situations. When finished, Helena stood up, picking up things and organizing tray. Myka begun to help, but stopped when she heard Helena saying that would do everything, and she could go to settle in the TV room, choose a movie, that soon she would be back with the hot chocolate.
Myka dropped her head against the pillow, sighing, while Helena leaves the room. She knew that would take long the hot chocolate, then took the opportunity to get a few more minutes in bed before getting up to change of clothes.
Since she knew she wouldn't leave the house, at least until the late afternoon, decided to put comfortable clothes, and relatively old. She had acquired the habit of wearing old clothes that months ago would be great (though she never cared about that), but for now it was the perfect size.
She grabbed a blanket, predicting that the day would be cold, going to the TV room where she picked some DVDs to watch during the day. Just minutes later, Helena entered the room with a tray with two mugs and a thermal jar. Helena knew they would be there all day so she prepared more, knowing also that if Myka really wanted hot chocolate, she would want more. She put the tray on the coffee table.
Soon Helen sat, with Myka using her as a pillow, watching the movie, while deliberately made random patterns with the fingertips in Myka's belly.
xxx Hours after xxx
"Helen?" – Myka entered the bedroom looking for Helena, who was in the bathroom.
They had watched some movies and some episodes of series, only stopping to make lunch, and eat. But then, with the evening fast approaching, they decided to end the marathon of movies and TV series. Myka was reading a book while Helena was preparing the bath, ready to enjoy a long, relaxing bath. She was in the bath when he heard Myka.
"Hm?" – Helena opened her eyes seeing Myka enter the bathroom.
"There's room for one more?" – Helena smiled, almost laughing at seeing Myka asking timidly.
"Always." – Helena reached up her hand out of the water, offering it as support for Myka, while watched Myka undressing, almost reluctantly. Myka, already naked, approached, holding the hand of Helena, who made room, then entered.
Myka and Helena fit together like two puzzle pieces. Helena was still able to feel the muscles tensed Myka, placing both hands on her shoulder, making circular motions with her thumb. Myka rested her head on the shoulder of Helena.
After a few minutes working the shoulder muscles, Helena's hands gently down the back, stopping in the middle of the back, with some fingers touching the side of Myka's breasts, making her unconsciously arching the back slightly, making Helena smile and kiss on Myka's shoulder. When she felt the muscles finally relaxed, Helena embraced Myka, leaning back in the tub.
"As much as I have several thoughts in mind, as you too, I can't."
"What?" – Myka was confused.
"Sex."
"But I didn't think about it." – Helena ran her fingers near the left breast, watching the reaction.
"But your body does. You're much more sensitive to my touch, not that I'm complaining. It's something lovely." - Helena returned to embrace Myka, who let go a sigh almost like she was laughing.
"Lovely? This is a hell" - Helena laughed, she knew it bothered her a bit.
"I still think it's lovely." – Helena placed a kiss on Myka's shoulders. Myka let out a sigh again almost frustrated.
Myka settled in the embrace of Helena, resting her head on Helena's shoulders, making Helena lean her head on the tub. Both were in that position until Myka realizes that the water was fairly cold, though not a bothering low temperature.
"We need to get out, the water is cold." – Myka said, moving lightly, listening Helena drop a groan, realizing that she was on the verge of sleep.
"Hel, we both don't want to have hypothermia." – Myka said trying to leave the embrace of Helena, which only became tighter. She realized then that Helen was already awake, looking at her.
"What?"
"Nothing, you called me Hel." – Myka did still not understand, - "I just thought that... was interesting." – Myka laughed.
"Well, you finding interesting or not, we need to get out of the water. And you said you had a surprise in a few hours." – Helena sighed, dropping Myka of embrace, knowing that this was a lost battle.
Myka get out of the tub in minutes, while Helen was still in the tub, looking at her. She opened the drain, leaving then, and curling up in a towel, going to the room.
xxx Few hours later xxx
"How did you find this restaurant?" –Myka said after finishing her request to the waiter, who had been to the kitchen to deliver applications and meet other tables.
"Claud and I were returning from a mission, and we were lost around here. It was late, and we were hungry, and perhaps by coincidence we found this restaurant." – Helena drank a sip of water while Myka took a look around, looking at the decor.
It was a restaurant, such that could say it was a particular strand by name, but the appearance of the rustic and cozy interior, and the menu certainly undid any impression given by name and replaced by a better. The expectation that was given by the environment it was simple food, but carefully worked, delicious. Myka had certainly sympathized with the environment.
Helen had taken care to choose a table away from the hall, entitled to more privacy, just as there was a request that the table was mounted in a more romantic, request accepted by the restaurant. Helena watched the watchful eye of Myka stop to observe every detail of decoration, while holding a glass of water with one hand.
"It's lovely this place." – Myka said after a moment, looking back to Helena, who nodded, putting the cup back on the table.
"So, I still have good taste." – Myka laughed, placing her hand over Helen's hand, stroking with her thumb.
"You will always have."
The waiter returned with the salad requested by Myka and the hot plate requested by Helena. Both decided to just order one dish each, and eventually split. Decide later on to dessert. Myka's salad was simple, but looks very attractive, green salad contrasting with the colorful red berries sauce and fruits, while the Helena's plate was simply a passion fruit risotto with salmon fillet.
They began to talk about banalities, about the work, among other things, between bites. Myka couldn't resist not stealing a bite of Helena's plate, making Helena laugh with the strategy that she used.
"You know you could have just asked." – Myka let out a moan of approval, by eating the risotto.
"Hmm, this is excellent. And yes, I know, but just took the liberty to skip this step." – Helena laughed.
"Feel free to steal more."
Myka resumed eating her salad, though at sometimes stole a forkful of Helena's risotto. Helena didn't bother in any time, reaching up to smile at some of these cases. Soon, both finished eating and decided to split a dessert, which turned out to be a lemon parfait.
Helena despite told Myka that she could get what she wanted on the menu, Myka had decided to stay with something healthy, and try something different. Soon the waiter was back with the parfait and two spoons, placing dessert on center's table. Helen thanked him, taking one of the spoons, while Myka begun to eat the dessert. No word was spoken, as if every glance and gesture was enough. But the peace that had settled lasted little, since Myka's cell phone started ringing. Myka, at first didn't think it was strange someone calling her at that late time, picking the phone automatically.
"Myka Bering." – Helena watched Myka's face while eating small portions of dessert.
"Mom? What happened?"
I know, I know. The end probably have made you hate me for this cute chapter has ended that way. But it's an old habit, and they are hard to break.
Sorry for the delay with this chapter. I became involved in some school projects, as life became very complicated as I came back into weeks' exams (after all, end of semester... And for my misfortune, my classes end June 27th only.). And this chapter was quite frustrating to write, because what I wrote didn't satisfy me or I couldn't write what I imagined in my head.
I hope that the chapter is minimally decent.
See ya :)