Selina watched Anthony closely as he crawled from where she was seated in the grass on the floor of the greenhouse, over to Harleen. "So you made the changes to the paperwork, right? I'm officially his godmother now?"
Harleen rolled her eyes. "We told you Babs is his godmother."
"No…" Selina corrected. "Babs is his biological mother. I'm the godmother. It's different."
A tree branch bent down and smacked the brunette lightly on the back of the head. She whipped around to see Pamela smirking at her from her workbench.
"Let's break down that joke you keep making, Selina," Pam said, calmly diverting most of her attention back to the liquid she was siphoning off drop by drop from her beaker. "I mean, honestly. What would the exact mix of Harleen and I look like? Act like? A redheaded, blue eyed, sarcastic and highly intelligent gymnast. Now what did I just describe? Barbara or the perfect mix of Harleen and my attributes?"
Selina looked from Pam to Harleen to the baby and back again. "You're blowing my mind. Do you two have something to tell Commissioner Gordon?"
Harley chuckled as Anthony crawled into her lap, finding himself a comfortable position before seeming to challenge Selina to a staring contest.
"I hope you're not poisoning him against me," Selina intoned, committed to winning the contest, even if her opponent was only 8 months old.
Harley brushed the question off with a smile. "Has Damian learned to hate you yet?"
Selina sighed, admitting defeat and turning her attention to the baby's mother. "As a matter of fact, he has. Talia made sure of that."
"Well…If it's any consolation," Pamela piped up, "Talia is the worst and I'm sure her kid will be too. Even if he's mostly Bruce."
"That does make me feel a bit better, yes," Selina admitted. "But I am actually trying to make an effort, which is way more than I can say for her."
"Selina…" Harleen pulled on her therapist persona. "She stole Bruce's sperm and created a child clone, and even after all that—or, because of that?—he still picked you. I think some hostility is to be expected."
The brunette sighed. "I feel like we should all be able to just murder people and steal things in peace."
Harleen narrowed her eyes. "I guess Pam and I should pretend like we didn't hear that?"
"Oh no!" Selina covered her mouth in mock horror, turning to look at Pam. "Poison Ivy, what happened to honor among thieves?!"
"I am an Eco-terrorist, not a thief," Pam corrected without raising her eyes from the beaker now heating over a Bunsen burner. But she felt Harleen's glare move to her, so she corrected to "was an Eco-terrorist," as quickly as she could.
"Pameleen strikes again," Selina mumbled, turning her attention back to Anthony. She chuckled at the boy as he reverently placed his hand on his mother's cheek, and then pulled it back to smack her in the face.
"Hey," Harleen caught his hand as he went to repeat the motion. "That's ouchie, Ant. Ouchie on Mama's face."
Selina was smiling broadly now. "I love that kid."
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Pamela flipped them over on the bed, taking her turn in the driver's seat.
She dragged her lips from just below Harley's ear to the hollow of her throat, planting kisses along the way. Harleen kept her bottom lip firmly between her teeth, but let out a strangled moan none the less when Pam's tongue danced on a particularly sensitive area. Pam was quick to clamp her hand down over the other woman's mouth, shushing her emphatically through a suppressed giggle. She gave her a warning look, and then slowly lifted her hand away.
Harley's eyes flitted over to the baby monitor, which was (thankfully) still silent. Pam cautiously resumed the path of her lips down her wife's chest and then stomach. She stalled once she reached her navel, resting her chin there to look up at Harley.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
Harleen grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her up and locking her in a hungry kiss. That was all the information Pam needed as she began trailing her fingers down the same path her lips had just abandoned. But Pam had only just begun to toy with her when the unmistakable sound of Anthony's cry came bursting out of the monitor.
Harley's breath hitched and her back dropped from its arched position as Pamela laid her head down on the blonde's chest in defeat. "I'm starting to hate that kid," she mumbled.
"You are not…" Harleen chuckled, trying to get her heart rate down. "And anyway, I'm the one who got screwed here."
"No, you didn't," Pam grinned against the smooth skin beneath her. "That's the problem."
Harleen sighed as the cries began to escalate. "I'll get him."
"No," Pam raised her head. "It's the least I can do. I'll be right back."
The blonde smirked as she pulled the sheets up tighter around her, watching Pam get out of bed and pull on a robe. "Fine. I'll just be waiting here…frustrated…"
The redhead raised a questioning eyebrow. "I'm sorry, do we need a refresher on whose idea it was to have a kid in the first place?"
Harleen was clearly displeased with her wife's lackadaisical pace (and the valid point she'd just made). "Can you please go make sure our son isn't dying?"
Pam offered one more haughty look before exiting the bedroom towards the nursery one door over. She sighed when she entered the room and saw Anthony standing up in his crib, tears rolling down his face.
"Mama!" he sobbed, holding up his arms to her.
Pamela's heart instantly felt heavy with guilt and she crossed quickly over to his crib.
"Come here, Baby," she picked him up and he curled into her chest, wrapping his arms around her neck and holding fast.
His sobs turned to sniffles as she gently rocked him before his breathing returned to normal and Pam sat down with him on the chair in the corner.
"What's the matter?" she whispered into his ear when he wouldn't loosen his grip. He was not yet a year, and as a result, could really only articulate "mama" and a series of other sounds that could be interpreted as words if the listener was generous. She still asked, though. He seemed to like her voice. Pam could feel him relax in her arms as she spoke and he responded by lifting his head to look at her.
She wiped the tears from his face and planted a kiss on his forehead before sighing and leaning back in the chair, looking at him where he sat upright in her lap, holding his hands so he didn't fall backwards.
"I love you," Pam whispered. She smiled at how similar his eyes were to Harley's, and how his bottom lip pouted just like hers. Then she gripped his hands a bit tighter and focused, sending an identical message (I love you) through the green. The result was instantaneous. Anthony ripped his hands away from his mother's and clamped them over his ears.
Ivy was surprised, to say the least. She'd been working on communicating with him through those channels nearly every night since they brought him home, but this was the first time he'd reacted in any measurable way. His eyes were wide and he looked…scared, honestly. So Pam repeated the phrase, saying "I love you" audibly. Hoping to communicate that what she was vocalizing was the same whether he heard it with his ears or he heard it in his head.
Anthony leaned forward until he fell onto Pam's chest once more, tucking his head into her neck. She could feel his little heart beat and she was again reminded of just how perfect he was. Her creation. Her child. Her miracle.
Harleen was dozing when she came back into their bedroom, still holding Anthony in her arms, but she woke up when Pam placed him in the bed and crawled in after.
The blonde didn't question the action, just pulled the blanket up around Anthony's neck and wrapped her arm around him where he was sandwiched between she and Pam.
"Why was he fussing?" She asked.
Pam sighed as she lay her head down on her pillow. "I think he can hear."
Harleen would have giggled had she not been so tired. "Well, I'd hope so…"
"I mean he can hear me," Pam clarified, her simple sentence loaded with meaning. "And I think he can hear them, too."