A/N: This would have been out this weekend, but I forgot my note book at work. lol. Well, I'm getting it out now. I will try not to forget the most important thing in my FF life (my Bering and Wells notes) Truly, I'm trying really hard to make sure I get out my chapters faster than my last story, because I really do appreciate everyone who reads and comments. Please enjoy, I hope it's not too horrible.

"We're normal." Helena huffed, pouting her lips while laying in bed next to Myka.

"Sweetie, you're H.G. Wells. You are not normal. You can't be." Myka leaned over and captured her lover's bottom lip between her teeth, gently sucking the soft flesh into her mouth.

Helena moaned, blinking away the thoughts that had been keeping her awake. Her fingers found their way into a mess of curls, tangled and mussed from their love making only hours ago. She smiled into the kiss, still able to taste herself on the other woman's lips, remembering the way those very lips had her coming undone over and over again that morning.

"Myka..." Helena whined, squirming beneath her wife who had already begun trailing wet kisses down her body, nipping at every spot she knew would have Helena begging for more.

"Mmmmhm?" She hummed, feeling Helena's muscles twitching and contracting beneath every touch.

Helena's head was swimming, outside thoughts invading her mind as she tried desperately to focus on the pleasure she was receiving, from the beautiful woman she was blessed to have in her life. She pushed her thighs together as best she could under the weight of the woman above her, attempting to relieve the ache between her legs. Myka deserved her undivided attention, but she was distracted. She shook her head, attempting to even out her thoughts, but they were skewed; all over the place, and completely disrupting the moment.

"Myka darling, could we take a rain check on this please?" Helena looked into her lovers eyes, trying to show her the battle going on in her head. Myka was the only person she would let in, to truly see everything.

Myka placed a kiss between her wife's breasts, the hollow of her neck, then finally a last sweet kiss to her lips before sitting back on her heels. The sheet that had been covering them both pooled at her waist, exposing her naked form. Helena bit her lip, sitting back against the head board and taking in the woman in front of her.

"What is it baby?" Myka asked, not bothering to cover up.

"Why can't I be normal?" Helena pulled her knees into her chest and waited patiently for an answer.

Myka pulled the sheet up, covering herself as she adjusted to sit cross legged in front of Helena. "Because you are extraordinary. I didn't just mean you couldn't be normal. None of us are, we never will be; not with the job we have, not with this life." Myka reached forward and tangled her fingers with Helena's.

"Myka?" Helena asked timidly, her gaze flicking back and forth between her wife and her desk.

"Go ahead." Myka chuckled, rolling away from Helena to lay back on her side of the bed. "But you owe me!" She yelled as Helena got out of bed and changed.

The Brit gave Myka kiss that took her breath away, loving and worshiping her lips for a minute. "You have no idea." She reluctantly pulled away, walked to the desk, grabbed her lap top and made her way to their small library where she stayed till mid afternoon.

Helena emerged around the time her stomach started to growl, smiling at seeing her two girls in the kitchen making lunch.

"Mum! Where have you been?" Sarah looked up, curious to know what her mum was up to.

"Just doing some research."

"A new project!?" The young Bering-Wells perked up, loving the times where her mother let her help with an invention or work on a small gadget.

"Of sorts." Helena smiled, walking up to Myka, placing a quick kiss on her forehead before doing the same to her daughter. She held out a paper, which Sarah eagerly snatched up and couldn't help but laugh at the way her daughters face completely fell, her jaw almost hitting the ground. She leaned closer to Myka, "darling that's the face you make when I..." She was stopped instantly by Myka's hand covering her mouth, followed by a stern glare from those hazel eyes.

"Mum what's this?" Sarah held the paper out in front of her as though it were the plague.

"That is a list of chores that must be completed every day. As soon as you come home from school, you will do chores before anything else gets done. You can start today love."

"But it's Saturday! That's not fair!" Sarah whined, pouting her lip, making her look exactly like Helena. Myka couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Mom!"

"Sorry sweetie but you asked for it." Myka stepped behind Helena, backing her up on this 100%. She knew the Victorian was trying to figure out how to raise a teenager and she would let her go at it until she found her stride.

"I didn't ask for this!" Sarah shoved the paper into her mom's hands, stomped her foot down and crossed her arms.

"Well you asked for normal dear and apparently this is what normal families do. I've been googling all morning and found out a lot about the average family in the 21st century." Helena crossed her arms, mirroring the defiant teen and taking a step toward her. Sarah suddenly found something very interesting about the hardwood flooring, refusing to meet her mother's gaze. "Want to know what else I learned?" A smirk of triumph graced the Brits face.

"Mum... I said normal not boring! Not cruel and unusual punishment!"

The three stood there in silence for a minute, each one waiting for someone to break. Myka wasn't going to break, this wasn't her fight and Helena was Helena so that wasn't going to happen. When Sarah realized this, she took the paper back from Myka and went off like any normal angry teen to do the chores.

Helena smiled victoriously, turning to look at her wife. "I'm going for a run darling. Care to join me or meet me at the warehouse?"

"I'll meet you, enjoy your run." Myka watched as Helena left the house, shamelessly staring at the way those yoga pants hugged every glorious curve.

"Ew! Seriously mom?" Sarah dropped the trash bag she had been holding, screwing her eyes shut and scrunching up her nose.

"Sorry!" Myka snapped out of her sexy wife enduced haze. "But when it's hot, it's really hot."

"Gross."

"I'm just gonna get a few things done here, then head over to the warehouse. Leena is gonna stop by to check on you later okay?"

"Okay." Sarah continued with the chores set out for her. "See you later."

...

Myka and Helena came home from the warehouse very late, a problem with a poorly handled artifact kept them on their toes all day.

"If Pete hadn't tried to eat that..." Myka stopped when she opened the door to see a table set for two, dinner on the stove and candles lit around the kitchen and dining room. "What? Helena did you put this on the list?" She lightly back handed her wife's arm.

"Don't look at me, this was all her." Helena looked at the beautifully set table. "As much as she wants to be, our daughter is not normal."

"No she's not. She's like her mum; brilliant, kind, beautiful." Myka kissed Helena between each word. "Shall we?"

"Yes. I am starving." Helena pulled a chair out for Myka. "In more ways than one." She whispered huskily into her wife's ear as she pushed her chair back in.

Before Myka could respond, she saw a note on the table that said;

'Mom, Mum, I am sorry I was a brat. I appreciate all you do for me and I love that we aren't normal. Aunt Leena helped me with dinner, I'm staying at the B&B tonight. See you guys in the morning. Love you forever. Sincerely, the product of two extraordinary women. Sarah Josephine Bering-Wells. Ps. Can we please stop playing around and dump this chore list? It's a bit ridiculous. I'll flush out the gooery instead.'

"But she can't clean the gooery until she's 18... unless we have Claudia move it closer to Artie's office." Myka whispered to herself, but Helena over heard, took the note and read it.

"Well, she is sorry. I suppose we can tear this up and think of something else for her to do." Helena laughed at the way her daughter tried to negotiate with them. "It was just an experiment, and you know what I've concluded?"

"What's that?" Myka looked lovingly at her wife.

"Our daughter doesn't really want to be normal at all." The way Helena's eyes lit up, melted Myka's heart.

Both women smiled, enjoying their meal and the rest of their evening together, talking about their life, their plans and their beautiful daughter.

That was rough. Okay the next chapter is another 'Normal' themed chapter, then after that... Artifact Mayhem! lol. I hope. I'm not good with the artifacts really, but I will try my best. Thank you all for sticking with this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Review it, comment, make suggestions. You are all lovely. XO