Christina continued to call Myka by her name, but the agent noticed that she became more touchy, more likely to sit in Myka's lap or hold her hand, than she had been. She realized that she had begun to think of the girl as a daughter, but had held back those feelings, not wanting to ursup Helena's place or offend the child.
Nothing more was spoken about adding to their family for weeks, but Helena thought about it. She thought there was something she was forgetting, something she knew but couldn't quite place. Until one day she awoke with the name Christine Jorgensen in her mind. Upon arrival at the Warehouse, she searched the inventory list, trying to remember what artifact her mind was trying to prod her into finding. When she found it, her eyes widened.
"Of course."
"I think I know a way for us to have a baby, I mean us, both of us, together."
Myka crinkled her face. "Sweetheart, we're come a long way but not quite that far. And I don't think your skills quite reach into genetics."
"What? No, no, not science. An artifact." She grinned.
"A what now?"
"There's an artifact here that changes your sex. I propose that one of us uses it, becomes a man temporarily, and gets the other pregnant." She said triumphantly.
"Aside from all the other problems I can think of with that plan, not the least of which being Artie killing both of us, wouldn't we have to neutralize the artifact to turn the one of us back into a woman? And wouldn't that get rid of the baby too?"
"I don't think so, no. Remember when Christina came back to us? Neutralizing an artifact cannot alter life or death. We could wait to neutralize it for a few days, to ensure the baby was truly alive."
Myka rubbed her eyes. "Depends on if the goo is Catholic or not." She muttered.
"What, darling?"
"It depends on when the fetus is 'alive' enough to not be neutralized. Many people don't consider a days-old fetus to be truly alive yet. Catholics do."
"Oh. Well, it might work."
"Helena, do you really want to have a baby with me?"
Helena stepped closer and took her hands. "I want to spend my life with you, Myka. I want to raise a family with you. I am sorry that I am a woman and cannot give you a child in the normal way. I think you would be an incredible mother." She paused. "That sounded much like a proposal, did it not?"
Myka's eyes were gleaming with unshed tears. She nodded.
"Dear me, putting the cart before the horse. Discussing children, before marriage. Well since I've gone and done it all backwards anyway, you'll have to forgive me not having a ring." She dropped to her knee. "Myka Ophelia Bering, will you marry me?"
Myka grinned and pulled her back up to her feet. "Of course I'll marry you, Helena." She kissed her fiancée. "You know we can't get married here, though? Only fifteen states perform same-sex marriages."
Helena cocked her eyebrow. "Been looking this up, have you?"
Myka blushed. "When you brought up children…I realized I wanted to marry you. I may have checked the laws." She paused. "I also realized that I do want to have a child with you, Helena. I was getting used to the idea of a sperm donor…but I suppose we can discuss your artifact idea. It would be rather fantastic if it worked."
Helena grinned.
In the end, they decided to have a ceremony at the B&B, but go to DC on their honeymoon and get legally married there. They couldn't leave Univille without a Warehouse agent, and there was nobody they could leave out. Helena pointed out that the ceremony in front of friends was far more important than the legal one anyway.
"You nervous?" Claudia asked. She and Christina were Helena's bridesmaids and were helping her get dressed in an old-fashioned dress (Myka's request).
Helena smiled. "No. I feel a bit as though my life happened as it did so that I could be here, today, marrying Myka."
"Awwww." Claudia and Christina said in unison.
The ceremony was small, mostly Warehouse staff, along with Myka's family, and a few of their friends from town (who had grown in number since Christina's arrival). Myka had chosen Pete and her sister as her "bridesmaids" (Pete was fine with the term once he understood she didn't want him to wear a dress). Leena performed the ceremony, and they even got lucky enough that there wasn't a single ping or issue from the Warehouse.
Married life wasn't much different for the couple, once they returned from DC, and for a few months neither of them brought up children, until one day on a trip to the store when they were in the aisle to grab some feminine supplies. Myka's eyes drifted to the left and saw shelves of pregnancy and ovulation tests. She turned to Helena.
"So do you want to be the one who is pregnant?" she asked bluntly. "Or me?"
Helena's eyes widened slightly. "Well darling, I have already been pregnant, as you know. I would quite like to see you pregnant, unless you do not wish it."
Myka just grinned at her and grabbed a couple ovulation kits and a handful of pregnancy tests.
"I can't believe we're going to do this." Myka mumbled. "Artie is going to kill us."
Helena waved her hand. "Artie uses artifacts for his own personal gain all of the time."
"Not quite like this, he doesn't."
Helena had sneaked Christine Jorgensen's mirror out of the Warehouse three days ago, and they'd determined today was the day that Myka was the most likely to get pregnant. Assuming Helena's crazy plan worked. Which they usually did, Myka had to admit. They weren't sure how easy it was going to be to keep the other agents from noticing Helena's transformation until they determined it was safe to change her back, but their backup plan was to fake a flu-like illness.
"Righty-ho, then, shall we?" Helena said with a grin. She opened up the box with the mirror in it, grabbed the handle, and lifted it to look into it. Myka was starting to think it wasn't going to work when Helena's eyes widened and she placed the mirror back in the box.
"Well?"
Helena grabbed Myka's hand and pressed it first to her chest, and then slid it down to her crotch.
"It worked, Myka. Let's make a baby."
As it turned out, Helena's appearance wasn't much altered, so as long as she wore a bra and baggy pants, and shaved in the morning (she disliked that greatly), nobody was the wiser. They kept the mirror untouched for a week. On the seventh day, Myka peed on a pregnancy test and practically held her breath as it developed. They looked at it together, having checked repeatedly what the signs were for pregnant and not pregnant.
"Oh my god." Myka said, checking the box again, even though she knew already what it meant.
"You're pregnant!"
