Author's Note: Second to last chapter, everybody! I was planning on publishing this later, but I couldn't wait any longer. This chapter is very fluffy compared to the others. The title comes from the song No Children by the Mountain Goats. I hope you enjoy it! Soundtrack: playlist?list=PLtJcZcvt9JqnqjE-CbPnUETegWxJYRxjO

WARNING: This chapter contains anxiety disorders and their symptoms, talk of anxiety attacks, kissing, implied biphobia, references to sex, and kissing.

As Lorna trudges into the visitation room, she's on the verge of an anxiety attack. She's debating leaving, and hiding under her bunk for the next week. Still, she sits at a table, and waits for her husband.

When he comes in, she offers a pained smile. He sits across from her, brows furrowed. Lorna's heart races.

"What's up, Babe?"

"Vinnie…I don't think this relationship was a good idea."

His eyes widen at first, before closing. He sighs. Lorna feels terrible.

"Is this…Because of that woman who talked to me about you?"

"Yeah…Vinnie, everything she said was true. I just…I lied, because I was afraid."

Lorna's trying so hard to gauge how her husband will react to all of her statements. Now, his face is in his hands. The inmate wonders if he's crying.

"Are you in love with her?"

Lorna's taken aback by his straightforward approach. No. Maybe. Yes.

"I don't think I know what love is. But she means more to me than anyone ever has before. And she's in so much pain. I've hurt her so badly, Vince. I'm trying so hard to fix it. I'm sorry. I…I thought I loved you…Maybe I did…Who knows? I never wanted to hurt anybody."

Lorna's crying by now. She looks up, vision blurry with tears. Vince reaches a hand toward her. She accepts it.

"Lore…Do what makes you happy. It probably wasn't a good idea to get married to a woman I'd only known for two months anyway." He cracks a sad smile. "I care about you, either way. And I'm not gonna be the asshole who keeps you unhappy. Just…Promise me you weren't thinking about her when I was fucking you?"

Despite her tears, Lorna laughs. Vince laughs too. He really is a good guy. Maybe we can be friends someday.

Later that day, Lorna knocks shyly on Nicky's cube. The blonde glances up, and sighs. Still, she motions Lorna in.

"Hey Nichols."

Nicky grunts in response. Lorna's nervous again. She takes a deep breath to calm herself as best she can, given the circumstances.

"Remember what you said about…About me having to choose who I want? And that you can't deal with me fucking you over all the time?"

Nicky raises an eyebrow. "I think I recall that discussion."

"Well...I, uh…Vince and I are getting a divorce."

That catches the older inmate's attention, and her doe eyes get even bigger. She quickly regains her self-control, however, and shrugs. She runs a hand through her mane however, a sure sign of her nervousness.

"Yeah, so?"

"So… I did it for you. If you'll still have me."

Nicky stares at her. Really stares at her. Two pairs of brown eyes, absolutely boring into each other. Nicky smiles a little. Lorna smiles back.

"What about your family?"

"I'll still have Franny, even if the rest of them don't like me swinging both ways."

"And what about your constant need to fuck me over?"

Lorna cringes. She knows that Nicky has a point, though. Nicky keeps staring, waiting for her to answer.

"I'm gonna try really hard not to do that this time. I'm not saying that everything is gonna be perfect. I'm not saying that…That this is gonna be forever, as of right now, at least. But…I'm really gonna try, and hope that that's good enough."

"And do you love me?"

Nicky's smiling now. Almost grinning. Lorna's never seen her look so happy.

"Yeah. I think I kinda do."

"Good. 'Cause I think I kinda love you too."

Lorna grins, and Nicky kisses her. Their teeth clack together, and they're both crying by now, but it's still the best kiss that Lorna's ever had. Maybe that's even why it is.