A Growing Family

by DaddiestMom

Summary:

It's been over three years since V and Jay met. Everyday has been an adventure. Their bond is sweet and genuine.
What comes next? Will they be able to survive family drama and heartache? How will they handle the many surprises in store?

This is set in the AU established in A Timely Manner. Jay is still a mechanic; V is an archivist.

Notes:

Hi! As always, read the tags. I REALLY recommend reading A Timely Manner first. But it's up to you.
CW/TW: There will be some family trauma in this fic. An accident that will only be briefly described. There will also be referenced abuse, past and present. It's mostly implied. Please be kind to yourself. Don't push yourself.

I continue to be kind of self-indulgent. Just know, despite some of the rough subjects in this fic, it's got a lot of love and care in it. This will be split in two like the last one so it's easier to read through.

Once again, the lovely @swamplesbian (here on Ao3) beta read this. Check out their work after you're done with this. Seriously, they're amazing.

Chapter 1: Dedication

Two years. Three years altogether.

 

Over that, really. V sat out in the backyard, reminiscing. The good days, the bad days. Holidays, vacations, conventions, etc. 

 

V stared at something she and Jay made together, a garden. It was early April and their vegetables were already flourishing. Bright and vibrant. Just like Jay. The flowers were still a little shy, they were just getting the hang of those.

 

The breeze wafted through V’s ever growing hair. To think, it was the longest she’d ever let it get. Way past her shoulders. V gripped her mug loosely, admiring the green tea inside.

 

Jay clattered into the door as she tried to make it out. V chuckled a little when she saw her lover was just fine. A smidge clumsy this morning. It was definitely V’s fault. She was proud.

 

“Good morning, amada.” Jay leaned in and kissed V on the forehead before sitting next to her.

 

V yawned happily. “Good morning, angel.”

 

“I've got good news.” Jay was apparently shaking for two reasons.

 

“Please, share.”

 

“I finally won tickets to that musical I told you about!”

 

“Washington?”

 

“Bingo!”

 

“That's fantastic news! When is it?” V took a sip of her tea, a smile lingering on her lips.

 

“This Saturday. I'm so lucky.” Jay was practically squealing in excitement.

 

Washington was both a very popular musical and a hard one to get tickets for. Weekend tickets? You were either rich or won the lottery. Jay was in the latter camp. She had been trying for at least a year by that point. Diligently waiting for her luck to turn out.

 

V shifted over and kissed Jay on the lips. Jay put her cup down and leaned into it. Something they did often, but was always special. Always spectacular.

 

Jay tipped away. “Keep kissing me like that and I might not make it into work today.”

 

“Is that a challenge?” V gave her a silly wink.

 

Jay laughed adorably in response. “No. I'm still working on that guy's engine. He's been so patient. I want to see if I can get it fixed today.”

 

“Aww. That's fair. Raincheck?” V tilted her head with the question.

 

“Absolutely.” 

 

A little bit more back and forth. A few more sips from their respective cups and the day was officially started. Jay went to the car shop, V worked from home. The usual balance.

 

She had never expected it, but she still worked for the anthropologists. Her work had evolved a little and she was actually able to meet her team in person. Just last year. They were just as kind in person. V distantly missed being a research scientist, but she followed her heart. Worked with people who communicated with her well. Efficiently. Appreciated her work and time. It wasn't perfect, but she felt like she belonged. She was needed.

 

During her lunch break she glanced over to her wheelchair. The seat was a little worn, but it was still sturdy. V had moved on to mostly using a cane a few months ago. It had been a major triumph. Something some of her doctors thought unlikely. But with Jay and Young’s help? She was stronger. And no one judged her on the days she needed it. 

 

There were good days and bad days. Sometimes her knees would give out in the middle of a grocery store. Sometimes she could walk an entire convention floor, just her cane. But she had independence again. Similar to how she was before the accident. 

 

And her biggest struggle? Her pelvic floor? Better. Not perfect. There would always be damage there, chronic pain for the rest of her life. But the improvement meant the world to her. It opened up some doors in the bedroom.

 

After her break she got a call request from her boss, Ms Gray. V smiled to herself. Obviously she accepted. In all transparency, she was elated.

 

“V! Good afternoon, my dear. How are you?” Gray sounded as chipper as she always did.

 

“Gray! I'm good. I was just about to work on that new table that–”

 

Gray, always filled with so much energy, interrupted V. “Actually I have a project I want you to work on.”

 

V quickly changed gears, never able to fully keep up with the older woman's bravado. “Sure thing. What's the project?”

 

“One of our new girls in the office was able to scan archive documents. All of them. We've been keeping quiet about it because we want you to have it. A chance to sort through our old data and make sense of it. I know that isn't typically in your wheelhouse, but you're the only person I trust with this. What do you think?”

 

V had to sit still for a moment. Lots of information to take in. But then it hit her, Gray had remembered. Around the time V started Gray asked her what her dream project would be. And she was honest. Outside of heading a big research group, she wanted to create a digital archive. This was V’s dream. Personally tailored to fit her passions, but maybe not her expertise. A break from the other half of her joy at work.

 

“V? Are you still there?” Gray sounded genuinely concerned.

 

“Yes! Sorry. I accept. I'd love to take on this project. Thank you.” V had to cover her mouth for a moment to hide a hitched breath. Happy tears.

 

“Excellent! I've granted you access to all of the files. And I do mean all of them. Take your time. I know you'll make us proud. And don't worry about your other work, Josh can take point.”

 

V kept her voice as even as possible for the rest of the call. When Gray finally hung up she shook with joy. She would have jumped but that'd be too risky. V glanced over the files. The new girl did a fantastic job getting the quality perfect.

 

When Jay got home they celebrated. Red wine and homemade pizza. Happy tears and pure laughter. Years ago, V would have sworn the universe was against her. Gave her the worst fate. But really, good fortune was all in good time. She fell asleep, Jay leaving little pecks all over her face. V dreamed of a beautiful future.

 

***

 

Saturday! V was so excited. In fact, she beat Jay to the theater. Another work emergency. She didn't mind though. It was still early. The breeze was calming. The sun was lightly covered by fluffy clouds.

 

She leaned against the brick of the theater and closed her eyes. Just for a moment. A Saturday matinee. Who would have guessed? And a gorgeous day? With her girlfriend? What more could V ask for?

 

“V!” Jay's voice rang over the low din of people walking down the street.

 

She moved her head and opened her eyes. Jay had clearly popped back home after the job because she was dolled up. Black dress, matching heels, and all jewelry V had bought her over the years. She was suddenly very grateful she was wearing a dress as well. Not as fancy, but just as nice. 

 

Jay approached and V immediately settled her hands on her girlfriend's hips. “You're stunning.”

 

“It's a special occasion.” Jay grinned happily, landing a gentle kiss to V’s lips.

 

“Yeah. We'll finally get this item off your bucket list.” 

 

A soft gasp. “You remembered?”

 

“Of course. I'll never forget that honeymoon game.”

 

Jay's cheeks warmed beneath her subtle blush. She adored V’s memory. But even if V’s memory wasn't all that good, V would still remember that night vividly. A dance around her feelings at the time, that's just hilarious now. No need to hide.

 

The two got in line and entered the theater. It was a remarkable piece of history. An old theater with gold trim and delicate murals. V briefly felt like she was in heaven. Before she could float away, Jay hooked her arm around V’s. Yeah, heaven. 

 

They sat down at their assigned seats. It was absolutely packed, but the seats were uncharacteristically comfortable and perfectly spread out. Clearly not original to the theater. But still appreciated.

 

When the lights went out, Jay softly grabbed V’s hand. A silent ask. Of course. V gripped back. She wasn't one to hold hands during a movie, show, or what have you. But this was special. V would allow it.

 

It was a blast of a time. Lots of comedy mixed in with the harsh drama. American history with a wink of awareness. A dash of parody, tongue and cheek. V enjoyed it more than she had expected.

 

There was a song toward the end that had Jay crying. V swiftly pulled a handkerchief from her purse and handed it to her lover. It was gladly accepted. And they never stopped holding hands. Connected for the entire show. 

 

Afterwards they took turns going to the bathroom. Lovely old tile and walls painted a dusty pink. Jay bought some merch from the booth by the exit. Matching shirts. Adorable.

 

Jay led them to a nearby park. They walked side by side. V felt content, her pain being quiet for a moment in time. Still, she used her cane for stability. Since it was spring, the park was lit up with tiny floral lights. A charming balance of light, not too much to add to light pollution. Not enough to make it feel like it was strangely midday after the sun had already gone down.

 

The couple strolled for a moment on the boardwalk to enjoy the last of the ships for the day. Sea birds flying off to sleep for the night. People heading home for the evening. The quiet unique to a city.

 

V went to continue walking when she noticed Jay didn't follow. Huh? Not a sound. She turned around to find Jay on one knee. A red velvet box with a ring inside. 

 

Jay smiled, wide and vulnerable. “V, would you make me the happiest woman on earth? Will you marry me?”

 

V bursted out in laughter. Jay seemed slightly taken aback. Not the reaction she expected. Then she understood. V carefully mirrored Jay’s gesture and took a silky box from her purse. Another ring.

 

V wiped away a happy tear. “No fair. I was going to ask at dinner.”

 

The two laughed and laughed. Neither of them had been nervous. It was perfect. A story they'd happily tell their children. They got up in tandem and hugged. Tight and burning. Love. As close to at the same time as possible, they slipped each of their respective rings on. 

 

It was just how they had discussed many times, a specific fit, exactly the kind they each wanted. V got Jay a gold ring with a diamond surrounded by sapphire. Jay got V a silver ring with an amethyst surrounded by diamonds. Opposite, but the same. Same cut, similar size. 

 

V grabbed Jay's damp face and pulled her into a kiss. Sweet and tender. A moment they each wished they could have held forever. 

 

Suddenly, a harsh crack of thunder. Heavy rain. The two giggled while they ran to find shelter. They jogged into a newly renovated public bathroom. V leaned on her cane for a moment, catching her breath. When she noticed something. Oh? No one else was in there. V double checked under the doors. Hmm…

 

V rang out the bottom of her wet dress. “Hey, honey.”

 

“Yes?” Jay mimicked the motion with her hair.

 

“Are you not wearing a bra?” V stared openly.

 

Jay blushed. “I uh… Yeah.”

 

V chuckled, deep and warm. “It's a bit too cool out for that. Don't you think?” 

 

“I was just so excited for the musical.” Jay smiled, mischievous. “And excited to marry you.” 

 

V took a purposeful stride forward, set her cane against the wall. “I understand the feeling.” She gently placed her hands on Jay's chest.

 

Her breathing hitched a little, the chilly air making her a little more sensitive. “I don't think you do.”

 

V smiled, wide and wicked. This was planned. She loved it when Jay teased like that. It always got her going. Made her feel younger than she really was.

 

“Any other surprises?” V practically purred in Jay’s ear.

 

Jay gestured for V to see. She stepped back enough to bear witness. Jay slowly lifted the skirt of her dress. No underwear. Dear God. V strategically dropped to her knees. Jay looked a bit surprised, but couldn't help look into V’s determined eyes. 

 

V gently pressed Jay’s stomach, pushing her into the tiled wall behind her and stuck her head up Jay's skirt. No shame. Jay giggled a bit before V went right for her dripping pussy. 

 

Jay’s gasps echoed over the walls. “V-V! What if… Someone comes in?”

 

V pulled back just enough to talk, her breath tickling the curly hair there. “I guess you better stay quiet. If you're worried.”

 

And V went right back to her mission. Savoring the taste of Jay’s flavor. Jay was always a loud moaner and V always gobbled it up. She set a firm grip on Jayce's hips. Harsher and harsher over time, just how Jay liked. A bruising mark, warm red and deep purple would form there by morning.

 

“Fuck… Oh V… I love you…” Jay couldn't keep her voice even. She never had a chance. 

 

Jay, ever the considerate lover, raised her skirt to get a firm grasp in V’s hair. And tugged. That always drove V wild. Awakened a sort of feral animal inside of her. V pushed in, sneaking her tongue inside Jay's hole. The sound of angels singing. 

 

“Ooohhh. Just like that. Ah, I'm going to come.” Jay's voice got a little high with want.

 

Of course, V took her job seriously. She licked Jay to completion. Jay leaned a bit harder into the wall to keep her balance as V took her through the orgasm. Then, a sound at the door. Shit!

 

With an almost inhuman swiftness, Jay grabbed everything important and shoved them into a stall. It was definitely people. It sounded like two women. They talked about the crazy weather. Who cares? V was still feeling feral. 

 

While Jay had her eye looking out the small crack in the door, V silently removed her underwear. Wetness evident. And she took something out of her purse. A pocket vibrator. As the strangers continued talking by the sinks, V quickly tucked her underwear into Jay's mouth. She blinked in confusion, but didn't tap out or take them out. Just adjusted her jaw to get comfortable.

 

V gently coaxed Jay to move her hips back and spread her legs. Her lover seemed a little nervous, so V did the question gesture. A tap tap to the shoulder. When Jay looked back, her eyes looked wet. But not in fear, in desire. I see you. V smiled softly as she turned the quiet vibrator on and planted it firmly to Jay's clit. 

 

Thankfully, Jay was able to get a grip on either side of the door. Excellent. V gently sat on the toilet seat, keeping her hand steady. V could hear Jay trying to be good, trying to be quiet. But her shaky breathing was escaping through her nose.

 

The women seemed to notice, V paused momentarily. Pure silence. Then they went back to talking. V continued. Jay wanted to let her knees buckle, but V tapped to indicate she wasn't allowed. When one of the women turned the sink on, V easily slipped three fingers into Jay. 

 

Jay's grip on the stall turned white and her head dipped. Such a good girl. The sensitivity ripped through her lover with a vengeance. She came again, her moans barely muffled by V’s underwear. V was kind and removed the toy and fingers. The toy set carefully on the plastic it came in. Licked her fingers completely clean. V was able to truly admire the sight. Take in Jay’s soft soaked lips. Nice and plump.

 

Finally, the chatty women exited. Jay turned around and slowly took the underwear out of her mouth. Juices dripping down her inner thigh. V couldn't help the strangled moan that slipped past her lips.

 

“That was mean. So cruel.” Jay's tone was completely playful, wanting.

 

“You say that, but…” You didn't tap out. My dirty girl.

 

A light bulb seemed to flip on in Jay's mind. She exited the stall briefly, the sound of water, and returned with V’s underwear. Wet, but rung out. The shorter woman gave a curious look. 

 

Without another word Jay lifted V up and got her into the position she was recently just in, ass up and legs spread. V went to question it, but Jay gestured for her to be quiet. Fine. Jay carefully slipped the cold wet underwear back on V, causing her to shiver a little. What? Jay slipped the vibrator onto V’s clit and put it on the highest setting. 

 

“Holy shit!” V moaned, loud and raunchy.

 

Her legs tried to give out beneath her, but Jay had other plans. She grabbed V’s hips carefully. When Jay was sure V was stable enough, she pulled V’s underwear up, causing a sort of wedgie. A strange, but amazing feeling. The fabric pushed the vibrator even closer to her clit. All of her nerves lit up with passion.

 

“Hah, ah. Jay… God…” V panted, focused on staying up and the otherworldly pleasure.

 

“Yes, my love?” Jay teased, slowly leaning over V.

 

“Please… Touch me….” V wasn't one for begging, but she'd give anything. She was practically whining.

 

Jay pressed their bodies flush together, slipping her hands up V’s dress. A whisper. “Where?”

 

“N-nipples.” V was barely able to manage even that.

 

“Of course.”

 

Warm, strong fingers crawled up her body until attention was finally given where desired. Jay went between pinching and circling. All the sensations together really wound V up. Cold, warm, vibration, and pinching. 

 

“I'm coming.” V was barely able to get out before she let go. 

 

Jay placed the toy off to the side and pulled V into her lap. They sat for a moment like that, damp and panting. A beautiful haze. V finally went fully boneless.

 

“I hope we don't get sick from this.” Jay joked, gently feeling at the rain kissed fabric of V’s dress.

 

V chuckled softly, sleepy. “I love you.”

 

Jay didn't hesitate, it came as naturally as breathing. “I love you too.”

 

They did, in fact, get sick. They spent the next couple of days sharing a fever. But their dreams were pleasant.

 

***

 

After the two were over their colds they told everyone the happy news. Jay's side of the family was practically chomping at the bit for details. Texting and calling non-stop to congratulate them. V took the time to make a wedding website. She never thought she'd be the type, but it ended up being a necessity.

 

Why? Well, Jay said they're getting married in the fall. Apparently that meant that year. So just a handful of months. Thankfully, one of the hardest decisions was a unanimous decision, the gardens. The destined venue. Where Jay confessed her feelings.

 

Ximena was as quick as a fox and booked the venue for October. Jay insisted she'd pay her back, but V knew that’d be impossible.

 

“Absolutely not! I saved for this day.” Suddenly the implications hit Ximena like a ton of bricks. She broke out into happy sobs. “Ahhh my baby is getting married. Uughhh.”

 

Jay couldn't help but cry as well. “Moommmmm.”

 

V felt that usual same feeling spread over her chest. A deep affection. “Thank you, Ximena. I'm glad you were able to secure it.”

 

Ximena wiped her tears away. “Apparently fall weddings there aren't very common.”

 

The inflection in the older woman's voice gave away a hint. She clearly had to pull a few strings. But she'd never tell. Still, the gesture was appreciated. It took a huge burden off the couple from the jump. But, that left everything else.

 

Still, no need to think too hard that evening. V was too excited about Ximena's tamales. Flawless, every single time. The trio dug right in.

 

However… “I told them a couple hundred people. That's ok, right?”

 

Jay nearly choked on her food. “What?”

 

“Aren't we inviting everyone?” Ximena hummed in curiosity.

 

“Mama, no.” Jay wiped her mouth with her napkin. “V and I want to keep this simple.”

 

“But family is so important, mija. It's always been that way. Everyone goes to everyone’s wedding.”

 

“That same philosophy won't be applied when Jose gets married someday.”

 

Ximena's face went incredibly serious. “That's not what I meant. I understand–”

 

“Mom. Please. We discussed this–”

 

“Don't get an attitude–”

 

V cleared her throat politely, the two women stopped arguing to look at her. “I think I understand where you're coming from, Ximena. How about this: The wedding is small, one hundred people or less. But the reception is open. We could have it at that cousin's place… Isla’s house!” 

 

Ximena blinked in astonishment. “No I… Ok. That's fair.”

 

Jay's face lit up, another rescue by V. Over the years that had become one of V’s special talents. If Ximena and Jay couldn't find middle ground, V could. Jay didn't like to argue, she respected her mother greatly. But on the other hand, when it came to V, she was willing to stretch that limit. It made V a bit uncomfortable, but she understood it came from a place of love. Of protection. V didn't really need it.

 

***

 

Jay got home from work and threw her bag on the usual seat. V was furiously typing away when her fiance plopped down at the table. After a few more clicks, V looked up from her screen.

 

“Hello. How was work?” V asked, exhaustion creeping into her tone.

 

Jay yawned. “Fine. Dude tried to complain we don't have enough men working there. Blah blah.”

 

“I hear you.”

 

Just for a bit, the duo sat in silence. So much to say, nothing to say. Rain slowly tapped against the windows.

 

Jay half flopped onto the table. “I didn't realize planning a wedding was so tough. Ugh.”

 

V chuckled, a low and rumbling sound. “Oh, I knew. It still didn't fully prepare me.”

 

Jay huffed quietly into the tablecloth. “Did you finish the registry during lunch like you had hoped?”

 

“Thankfully, yes. Though I almost went over my lunch hour. Did you contact the bakery?”

 

“I did. They said they don't accept jobs with such a tight turnaround. Whatever that means.”

 

“Damn. I was worried about that.”

 

“But.” Jay sat straight. “I did find one place that does it, but we'd have to pay a rush fee.”

 

“How bad?”

 

“Arm, leg, maybe kidney?” 

 

“Mmm, maybe not then.”

 

The two simultaneously grabbed their temples. Usually a situation like that would have caused a laughing fest. But no, the stress was already starting to get to them. They tried not to let it change their mood, but it was teetering on the edge. If they weren't careful it could end badly for no reason.

 

“Amada, are you hungry?” Jay grumbled softly.

 

“Honestly? No.” V sighed.

 

“Take a bath with me?” 

 

It had been months since Jay had suggested that, but it was a welcome one. Neither of them said a word, they just knew. They zombie walked through V’s bedroom, discarding clothes lazily as they marched onward. Jay made sure the water was perfect and sat first. V sat between her legs.

 

Both of them released a long sigh of relief. Just what they both needed. V leaned her head back onto Jay's shoulder. Water sticking her hair to Jay's skin. They both gently slid down, letting more warm water encapsulate them. Some tension was given to the water. 

 

Jay loosely tossed soap petals into the bath. The gentle smell of rose and vanilla filled the air. Just the perfect amount. They closed their eyes, letting the steam roll over them. The best kind of humidity.

 

“Thank you.” V sighed graciously.

 

“Of course.” Jay ran a considerate hand through V’s hair. “We'll be ok. As long as we work together. We can do anything.”

 

V snuggled further into her fiance like a cat. “You're right.” 

 

A beat.

 

“Would it be crazy if I said I don't want a cake?” V practically whispered.

 

Jay slightly readjusted. “I wouldn't call you crazy. But what would you prefer instead?”

 

“I don't know. Something simpler?” 

 

“Hmm…” A thought, an idea. “What about a dessert buffet? We're having a pretty big dinner. A buffet with small bites?” 

 

“That sounds really fun. I like that idea.” V nodded silently.

 

When we're together, everything is clearer.

 

***

 

A sunny Saturday and the couple was hunched over papers on the dining table. Ever since they got engaged it had been a whirlwind. Sure, they tried to sneak in planning during the week, but the weekends became devoted to the wedding. So close. Too close.

 

They were shaken from their stupor when Mel arrived, almost knocking the door off its hinges. They had given him a key awhile ago. He was always welcome. But it was unexpected. He usually texted when he'd be over. V noticed he brought his laptop.

 

“Hey! It's good to see you. Soda or water?” Jay popped up from the table.

 

“Great to see you both. Soda, please.” He shuffled in and sat at the head of the table where there wasn't a computer.

 

“Are you done with that book event already?” V yawned as she leaned back in her chair.

 

“Yup. A successful run.” Mel smiled as he casually set his laptop out.

 

Jay came back with a soda and a refill of water for her and V. She looked confused. “Why'd you bring that?”

 

“Hmm? Oh. I'm your wedding planner.”

 

The couple looked at each other and then looked at Mel. What? They had decided to keep costs down by doing everything themselves. Had one of them asked Mel and forgot? Mel seemed to sense their line of questioning.

 

He smiled, caring and proud. “I'm an event planner. It's my job.” A sip of soda. “But you get the family discount. I'm doing it for free.”

 

The women gasped together, but V spoke up. “What? No. You deserve to be paid for your work.”

 

“It's my wedding gift.” Mel typed away at his keyboard. “I love you both. You'll have to physically kick me out to get me to stop.”

 

“Mel…” Jay’s voice was soft and gentle.

 

He looked away from his laptop to look between them. “I'm serious. I want to help. Let me.”

 

The women looked at each other again. A silent exchange, a quiet agreement. There was no use arguing. If Mel was certain, then that was it. 

 

He took into consideration the venues and everyone invited. Mel already had a bunch of ideas. It was as if in his free time, which he didn't have a lot of, he had accumulated a massive amount of resources. Nothing was random, everything was considerate and intentional of what the couple wanted. All of the details.

 

“So for flowers–” Mel was quickly cut off.

 

“Already covered.” V nodded to herself. 

 

“And I already hired a caterer.” Jay added.

 

Mel nodded. He seemed slightly irritated, but thought better of it. “Alright. Anything else?”

 

The women shook their heads. That was all they had set in stone. Mel was sure to add the details to the plan and continued forth. Table decorations, photo rules, venue access. Things V had never considered. By the time dinner rolled around they just ordered fast food. They were on a roll.

 

“Ok, and do you have your party sorted? Bridesmaids? Wait, bride's people? Whoever.” Mel opened the document with the official list.

 

“I do. We agreed on three each so everyone can fit comfortably in the gazebo. I'll have Alex, Cait, and you–” Jay was forced to halt.

 

“Wait, no, I'm having Mel in my party.” V was adamant.

 

“No way. I already said I'm taking Mel.” Jay matched her tone.

 

“He's been my friend since college. I've known him longer.”

 

“Sure, but we–”

 

“Ladies!” Mel caught the duo's attention. “I have the perfect solution.”

 

“What's that?” Jay sighed, realizing the argument was fruitless.

 

Mel turned his laptop around. While V and Jay were arguing, he had already registered to be an officiant online. He'd be getting his card in the mail within a week. 

 

V’s eyes lit up. “You'll marry us?”

 

Jay looked close to crying. “I forgot that was an option. Thank you.”

 

“Of course. Like I said, I love you both. It would be an honor.” Mel lightly bowed his head.

 

The two women shifted over and pulled him into a familiar group hug. The best solution the couple could have asked for. Everything suddenly felt so much easier. Mel had their backs, all the way.

 

***

 

V smacked her hand across her forehead. Frustration. She had misread an old archive document and messed up her progress. Sure, it didn't ruin everything, but she had to rewrite an entire section. Hours wasted. 

 

Jay got home early and sat at the table. She noticed how frustrated V looked and remained quiet. Just sat comfortably, scrolling through her phone.

 

Only the sound of clacking keys filled the air. To keep her frustration low, V put her hair up in a ponytail. No stray hairs to bother her. She copied over the one section that was correct and went through several edits. Steady, even hands. 

 

Once V finally calmed down enough she set her work aside. Earlier than usual, but she needed a break. Needed to step away. She'd make up for it tomorrow.

 

“What did you want to talk about?” V adjusted her chair so she was right across from Jay.

 

“How did you…? I think you're a psychic sometimes.” Jay chuckled softly.

 

“I’m not. I just know you. Thank you for waiting patiently. What's on your mind?”

 

“I want to try and get pregnant after the wedding.” Jay just came right out and said it.

 

V rubbed her eyes. It was something they had obviously discussed before, but the timeline hadn't been set in stone. “Ok. I hear you. Did you set up the appointment yet?”

 

“Yes. Both of them. One for the consultation and one for IVF. You have to be present for the consultation, but you don't have to come for the procedure.”

 

V shook her head. “I'll be there for both. I'm here for you.”

 

Jay nodded, a shy smile crawled across her face. “Do you remember what I asked of you?”

 

“Are you referring to me being the biological mother?” 

 

“Yes. God, I love your brain.” Jay swooned. “I did look into the method you mentioned. Where DNA is used from both mothers in conjunction with the donor. With the money we've saved we'll have enough.” 

 

V smiled wide, that was a large reason they wanted to save up. Jay was going to have her wish granted. It made V’s heart flutter. She set her hand on the table, Jay put hers on top. A light touch.

 

“Darling told me she saved some of my eggs when she operated on me. She wasn't sure about my thoughts while I was out and wanted to give me the option if my ovaries didn't make it.” V sighed. “I remember when she told me. I hated the idea. But now? I'm so glad she had the forethought.”

 

Jay looked wildly happy. “I am so glad that it worked out. If you ever see Darling again, please thank her.”

 

“I will.”

 

The great fortune she had with her doctors since the accident? Mostly positive. Darling, Young, even her therapist? All life savers. Literally.

 

Jay fidgeted a little. “I have an idea for the donor, but I want to hear your thoughts.”

 

“Who are you thinking?”

 

“Mel?”

 

V choked on air for a moment. “Are you serious?”

 

“Maybe? I don't know.”

 

V shook her head. “You know you can speak your mind with me. Are you genuinely thinking about Mel being the biological father?”

 

“It's just a thought.”

 

“Honestly? I'm not really fond of that idea. But I know you bring that from a place of love. And I appreciate that.”

 

“You're right. It was a silly idea.”

 

“Hey, not silly. It's not a bad idea. I would just rather pick a donor that looks like you.” Oops, that just slipped out.

 

Jay blinked. “Like... Me?” She blushed and brought her hands to her face. “Oh my God?”

 

Well, cat's out of the bag. “Yes I… I want our child to look like you. Desperately.”

 

A gasp. “I… I want them to look like you.”

 

The two stared at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Something that didn't need to be kept inside. A desire they shared together. Jay's eyes cleared.

 

“Actually… What about Jose?” Jay posited.

 

“Your cousin??” V’s eyebrows shot into her hairline.

 

“Wait! Hold on! Hear me out. We are NOT related by blood. He’s really just a family friend. No blood. At all. I promise.”

 

V let out a sigh of relief. “You tell me this now? You should have led with that.”

 

“You're right. I don't know why I waited. I'm so sorry.” Jay rubbed her temples. “I just thought it would have been mentioned by now. I should not have assumed.”

 

“If he's a family friend, how'd he become a cousin?” V started to calm down.

 

“He's a nurse and he helped deliver Lisa on a train. Just a kind stranger helping another stranger. Her poor mother wasn't due for two more weeks, but Lisa was raring to come out.” Jay laughed, clearly a joke the family had told many times.

 

“I see. That makes sense. That’s sort of like me and Dolly.” 

 

“Exactly! Now he's delivered all of the babies in the family since. Well except for… You know.”

 

V took that in for a moment. Really thought. “He does kind of look like you. Not totally, but obviously I believed you two were blood related so if that says anything.”

 

“Right. So, if you give me permission, I will ask. But if you want to think about it, that's totally fair.”

 

V shook her head. “No… If you have a good feeling about it, I trust you. Plus he's always been so kind to me whenever I've run into him. Let's ask.”

 

That familiar twinkle returned to Jay's eyes. “Thank you. You always believe in me.”

 

“Of course. Always.”

 

***

 

“Ok I've got the name tents done. I'm sending those to Isla’s, right?” Mel chimed from the couch.

 

V peeked out from the kitchen. “Yes. Could you also send the table runners there?”

 

“Absolutely.” 

 

Jay kissed the back of V’s head while she made pasta salad. A delicious recipe she had concocted over the years. Until it was perfect. V plopped onto the couch. The summer was running through with breakneck speed. V felt a little nervous. She had finally come to understand why people would plan years in advance. But still, it was all worth it. Her entire body vibrated every time she thought about calling Jay her wife. Soon.

 

Jay scooped everyone a bowl and disbursed them in the living room. “How's everything looking, Mel.”

 

“Almost done.” Mel shifted his laptop to the table and took the bowl graciously. He shifted to his best friend. “Honestly the website you made has been helpful for keeping track of everything.”

 

“I'm glad. I thought it might be excessive.” V scooted to the end of the couch, all three of them fit perfectly snug there.

 

Jay groaned at her phone. “A couple people keep bothering me about kids at the wedding. I'm about this close to caving.”

 

“No. No kids at the wedding. Only reception.” Mel rolled his eyes. “Give me their numbers. I'll tell them myself.”

 

“They should know better. The rule is on the website. They clearly keep bothering you, specifically thinking you'll give in.” V ran a frustrated hand through her hair.

 

“Are you calling me gullible?” Jay snapped.

 

V’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wh-what? No? I would never.”

 

Mel gave Jay a serious look. “I understand you're frustrated, but don't take that out on V.”

 

“I just…” Jay put her bowl on the table and got up abruptly. “Fuck.”

 

Jay swiftly grabbed her bag and walked out. Slamming the front door behind her. V and Mel looked at each other in confusion. This was incredibly odd behavior for Jay. There had to be another factor at play. Right?

 

Usually when Jay got that mad she'd talk through it. Figure out where her true frustrations lied. She wasn't the one to walk away. The few times Jay actually yelled, it was shortly met with apologies. Of the two, Jay was better at communicating. Better at sharing her true feelings. What she needed, wanted, etc. V felt so lost. What'd she do? Did she phrase her statement poorly? This must have read on her face because Mel patted her on the shoulder.

 

“She must be mad at something other than her family bugging her.” Mel offered.

 

V nodded, shaking a little. “I guess? But I can't think what that'd be. I thought she told me everything that had been bothering her. Could it be something new?”

 

“I wish I knew, V.”

 

“Right… Thank you.”

 

To keep herself from crying or crumbling to pieces, she asked Mel questions about his plans. How everything was slated to move. Logistics. That helped center V. Math and science, that made sense. Love? Well, she was getting a handle on it. But she was not an expert. She tried not to think further, but the longer Jay was gone, the more worried V got. 

 

Mel looked at the time. “Alright. I have to head out. I've got a client that has an event right after your wedding. Just need to get the finishing touches.” He laid a soft peck on her hair. “Good luck.”

 

V nodded and gave her thanks. But once Mel was gone, she was alone with her thoughts. Doubt started to crawl in like a starving wolf. Growling low and hungry mouth agape. She tried to breathe, remembering the steps her therapist gave her. But the doubt was still making itself known. It wanted to be heard. To be fed. 

 

7 pm. Past dinner. Jay didn't answer her texts or calls. What if something happened? What if Jay got hurt? Anxiety tailed behind doubt and made a mess of her insides. Shredding her guts to ribbons.

 

God damn it! I'm stronger than this. What is wrong with me? She quickly grabbed her bag and cane and was out the door. Where would Jay go? Her car was still parked. It had been hours. She could be anywhere. V forced herself to think steadily. There had to be an answer. A solution.

 

An idea. She walked. Followed her instincts. Let her heart lead instead of her mind. It felt odd, forced, but it was the only thing that made sense to her. And boy did it hurt. It stretched the limits of her abilities. Her muscles begged her to stop. At least take a break. She pushed forward.

 

And somehow, she was right. There Jay was, sitting on a swing that overlooked a graveyard. It wasn't even the closest park to their house. But it was closer to where she grew up. Where her dad would take her on warm spring mornings. An hour before her mom would wake up and make breakfast. V quietly wobbled over to the adjacent swing and sat down.

 

Jay looked up in shock, tears having stained her face. “V? How'd you…”

 

“I know.” Was all V could manage. She had a hard time catching her breath.

 

“Are you ok?” Jay looked concerned, but exhaustion was tugging at the corner of her eyes. 

 

“I feel like I should be asking you that. I called you so many times… I…” Shit. Hot, spiteful tears started to stream down V’s face. “God damnit, why did you run off?”

 

Jay gasped. “I-I’m sorry. Oh God.” Jay quickly got off her swing and got on her knees in front of V. “I wasn't thinking. Fuck. I'm so sorry.”

 

“Just… Please tell me what's going on.” V tried to stop the tears but they refused to be ignored. They kept coming.

 

“I… I'm nervous. About the wedding. About having a baby. And I just feel so stupid. Am I rushing this? Are you just going along with my timeline because I'm forcing you to?”

 

V blinked, confusion mixed with understanding. She gently placed her hand on Jay's cheek. “What? Why wouldn't you share that with me? I feel like I'm missing something.”

 

Jay looked like a kicked puppy. “I'm just… I'm stupid.”

 

V grabbed Jay's other cheek and forced her fiance to look at her. “Stop that. You aren't stupid. Please.”

 

Jay tried to look anywhere but V. “One of my cousins said something that… Really got to me.” A deep breath in and out. “I'm pushing you too hard. I'm usually the one making suggestions and I'm trapping you into thinking you can't say no. And… In a way I think she's right. I want everything to be so perfect and I'm being inconsiderate in the process. I want you so bad I won't take no. I'm… Too possessive.”

 

The ravenous doubt and anxiety died where they stood. Nothingness. V felt completely blank for a moment. The whole thing? Everything? Insane. That didn't make sense. But memories trickled to the forefront of her mind. Hints. One night when Jay pulled back from a kiss too soon. Another day where Jay kept talking about space even though V didn't feel it was needed at all. A recent time when Jay hugged her a little too tight and apologized profusely.

 

“Fuck your cousin.” Jay flinched at the statement. “Listen, Jay, I love you. And I love the way you love me. I wouldn't change that for the world. We talked about this early on. Your possessive nature? That's a part of you. And I want all of you. Forever. That's why we're getting married, right?”

 

Jay's eyes finally softened, opening her expression. “I'm not suffocating you?”

 

V chuckled, bitterness tickling at the insinuation. “You could never.” V softened her grip and petted at Jay's hair. “And I've loved all your suggestions for the wedding. You have a wonderfully creative mind. You know that if I didn't like something, I'd tell you. Our wedding will be amazing. Our child will be beautiful. Sure, unexpected things might pop up, but we'll handle it together. We will mold a perfect life together. I swear.”

 

Jay's eyes were like the stars above them. Twinkling, steady and true. “Thank you. I'm sorry I kept this from you. And I made you worry… I'm st– No I just had a lapse in judgement. I love you, V.”

 

“That's my girl. I love you too.”

 

The couple walked home together. V had to lean on Jay for support since her muscles were screaming. Actual agony. Just before they made it to the door, their stomachs growled in unison. Another bout of laughter before getting in. Jay made dinner.

 

***

 

“Hello. I'm Dr West. Thank you both for coming today. How are you two related?” The doctor leaned back in her chair, relaxed and confident.

 

“I'm Jay Talis and this is my fiance, V.” 

 

“You two make a lovely couple.” West smiled and thumbed through her paperwork. “It looks like you two are looking to do IVF. Is that correct?”

 

Jay took full lead since V wasn't sure what to say. “Thank you. Yes. As I discussed in my online intake I'm looking to do the split method. I've already put a payment method down.”

 

West nodded and smiled at the papers in front of her. “Looks like you've really done your research. This makes my job a whole lot easier.” Another quick flip through. “I see V is providing the main cell, you're providing a nucleus, and… Your donor has already been selected.”

 

“That sounds about right.” Jay smiled at V, the expression was mirrored.

 

“Excellent. All of your forms have been signed. You already did the fertility test. Everything looks perfect.” West finally put the papers down. “Do you have any questions for me?”

 

V finally piped up. A burning question. “What's the success rate of this method?”

 

“Right. So we're looking at a 50/50 chance here. The cost will cover two attempts. If that fails and you want to try again, that'll be another charge.”

 

Jay sighed. “That doesn't sound like the best odds.”

 

“I understand. It is a valid concern. But just know, we will do everything within our power to make this successful. Today we'll be setting you up with some pills and supplements that will increase your odds of success. If you start today…” West looked at her desk calendar. “By November you'll increase your chances by 10%.”

 

Jay gave V a look. Does this seem authentic? Can we trust her? Of course. V nodded and looked to West. “Thank you. Are there any side effects we should be aware of with the medications you're prescribing?”

 

“Thankfully since everything is a low dose, there shouldn't be any adverse effects. Obviously give our office a call if anything comes up.” 

 

V shook her head. “In general?”

 

“Fatigue, spotting between periods, mood swings, breast swelling, stuff like that. But as I mentioned, the dose is incredibly small. If those symptoms become overwhelming give us a call immediately.”

 

“I see. Thank you for clarifying.”

 

A few more questions and that was it. The next time they’d see West they'd be trying for their first kid. It set a tingle over V’s stomach. Nervous, yet thrilled. They picked up the medications on their way home and settled in at the dining room table.

 

“Hey, V. How many kids do you want?” Jay asked. It was a question V didn't have an answer for a couple years ago. Clarification was needed now.

 

“A max of two… Is that ok?” V tilted her head.

 

“That’s fair. I was thinking three, but two is fine.”

 

She chuckled. “Two it is.”

 

“You know, with this method they usually implant 3 or 4 eggs. Just in case. What if we had four kids?”

 

V had to pick her jaw off the floor. “Listen, if it really comes down to that, we'll figure it out. Otherwise, absolutely not.”

 

Jay giggled at her expression. “I hear you. Don't worry. I don't want that many kids anyways. Honestly I think I'd break my back.”

 

Right. Thank god.

 

***

 

Mel picked V up. It was finally time. Dress shopping day. Alex took Jay elsewhere so the surprise wouldn't be ruined. 

 

Now, typically, shopping for wedding dresses took ages. Not just looking for the right one, but to get one tailored or custom made could take months. However, Jay and V weren't going for a traditional look. Jay was going to a boutique and V was going to a high end second hand store. They'd find what they were looking for. Jay had the confidence. And in turn, that made V confident too.

 

When the two walked in they were greeted by a friendly older woman. Covered in beautiful jewelry. The diamonds and pearls type. V had called ahead to ensure she'd have a changing room. They were escorted over. It was basically a private room with a small corner for changing. A rather old looking velvet curtain.

 

The shining woman explained that all the dresses they could find to her specifications were behind the curtain. And if she wanted to see any other options, to call for her. Then she was gone. Just two best friends in a room.

 

“I'm curious to see what they picked for you. They've never met you before, right?” Mel sat on the red lounge chair at the center.

 

“Yeah they just asked me a bunch of random questions. I have no clue what they got from that.” V moved toward the curtain. “I guess we'll find out.”

 

V stepped out in the first one. A huge dark pink dress with sleeves that absolutely consumed her arms. She looked incredibly stiff. 

 

Mel had to laugh. “You look even paler. I didn't even think that was possible.”

 

V rolled her eyes. “I feel like a baby doll.”

 

“You're right.” Mel covered his mouth so he wouldn't keep laughing. 

 

Nope. V put it on a rack that was labeled to be returned to the collection. She went behind the curtain again and tossed out anything that was pink. That was not what she asked for. That narrowed down her choices. Good. 

 

Another dress. More of a warm raspberry color, but it wasn't bad. Straight neckline, off the shoulder sleeves, and a long skirt/train. She gave Mel a twirl. He looked more thoughtful this time around.

 

“It's cute, but it doesn't say you. It feels like you raided my mother's closet.” 

 

“You know what, I'm going to take that as a compliment.” V slipped behind the curtain again.

 

Another one. A scarlet red. Tight long sleeves, sweetheart neckline, and ballroom style skirt. Lots of layered fabric. A fake royal feel.

 

“Is the skirt weighing you down? It looks uncomfortable.” Mel scratched at the five o'clock shadow on his chin.

 

“Honestly? Yes. I feel like if I bend over my boobs will pop out. A pity, really, it's a beautiful design.” V shrugged.

 

“What do you like most about it?”

 

“The fabric is really nice. I also love the neckline.”

 

Mel suddenly got up. “I saw a few things when we were walking in. I have an idea. I'll be right back.” He shuffled out before V could protest.

 

Um… Ok? V took the dress off, put it on the rack. Then she took a closer look at her other options. They all had a glaring flaw that made her hate it. The wrong neckline. The wrong shade of red. Maybe it wasn't right to be so picky. But all the options she found online? She hated them. And she would not settle for a generic white wedding dress. Hell no.

 

Mel eventually came back. Three red dresses. V stepped over to feel the fabric. None of them made her want to crawl out of her skin. The two looked at each other.

 

He carefully handed the dresses over. “Try them on in this order. They aren't your size, but you could always take them in if needed.” 

 

“You're a genius.” V happily waddled over to change.

 

The first Mel pick: gorgeous. Long sleeves, but more of a bell shape. Square neckline and a glittery skirt. She spun around, admiring the fine craftsmanship. 

 

“Thoughts?” Mel bent down and noted a small stain on the train. Nothing too bad, but worth a minor price deduction.

 

“It's amazing. But not what I'm looking for. You always have such a good eye for color though. This is perfect.” V tugged on the neckline. “I hate this part.”

 

“Good. Then you'll like the next dress better.”

 

V shrugged. But he was right. Similar color, but different form. A little more form fitting. Petal sleeves, v neckline, and a mermaid skirt.

 

“I love this one for you. It's my personal favorite. But what do you think?” Mel stepped back a little to get a better picture.

 

“I adore this. It's so close. But that last one? I think you already know.” V jumped right back behind the curtain.

 

“I think I do.”

 

Finally, the last dress. V walked out with a huge smile on her face. It was a deep red velvet. Sweetheart neckline, straps instead of sleeves, and the skirt flowed perfectly over her legs. She wasn't a fan of the slit, but that was a very minor issue. Then, something caught her. The weight of it. The perfect dress. I'm getting married soon.

 

V let happy tears fall down her face. “This one.”

 

“Of course.” Mel actually joined her. He was not the type to cry over something like that, but he must have gotten caught up in the moment.

 

The two embraced. A sweet, tender hug between two close friends. Eventually they did have to let go. It was a bit more money than she thought she'd spend, but it was worth it. It was meant to be. Destiny. Even if she had to tailor it a bit. And Mel secretly bought her the petal dress. For what? Nothing in particular. He just enjoyed the dress so much.

 

V got home and immediately set her bagged dress down to hug her fiance on the couch. It was a little clumsy and she nearly smacked Jay in the process, but it was reciprocated. They stayed like that for a while. No words, no time, just them. A perfect silence.

 

V pulled back a bit to look Jay in the eyes. “We're getting married soon.”

 

Jay smiled wide, joyful and prideful. “We are.”

 

They giggled for a moment in mutual understanding. It's the small things in life. They gushed on and on excitedly until it was time for dinner.

 

***

 

Finally, she picked up. “Hey, V. How's it going? I don't think you've ever called me before.”

 

V thought about it. It was true. She had texted and spent time with Dolly and her family. But calling? It was never necessary. Well, until now.

 

“Hi. You're right. But I needed to talk to you. We got your RSVP card back, but you didn't respond to my question.”

 

Dolly was quiet for a moment. “I'm sorry. I don't recall seeing a question.”

 

V chuckled awkwardly. “It's um… Will you be my bridesmaid?”

 

“What?!?! Of course. Oh my God. I'm sorry. I should have looked closer.” 

 

V sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

 

“Are we having a bachelorette party? Do I need to order a new dress? What are my duties?” Dolly sounded like she drank 3 cups of coffee in quick succession.

 

“Woah hold on.” V took a moment to process the questions. “No, I'm not doing a bachelorette party. I've never been a fan of those. You don't have to order a new dress. It just has to be red or yellow. Your duty? Help me get ready, I guess?”

 

“Got it. Understood… Wait. Help you get ready? That's it?”

 

“Yeah? Did you have something else in mind?” 

 

“V, you're like family to me. Anything you need, I'm happy to help.”

 

That really struck a cord with V. A few years ago, she had considered Dolly a very odd acquaintance. Someone who made her hospital visit a bit lighter. Someone she'd likely never seriously talk to again. When did that change? Maybe it was when she invited Dolly to her birthday party. Maybe it was the first time she met Dolly’s funny daughter, Molly. Maybe when her son, Fred, asked for her to be his tutor. Who knows. 

 

But she felt the same. Dolly was family now. Their lives forever tangled together. There was no reason to feel awkward about asking her for help.

 

V finally spoke up. “Actually, would you help Mel set up decorations at Jay's cousin's house?”

 

“Absolutely! I love decorating.” There was no doubt in Dolly’s voice.

 

And in that moment, V realized just how much her family had expanded. Her and Dolly were close. When V stopped seeing Young, they finally crossed the professional boundary. Now she was just Sky. It felt ironic to something she couldn't exactly name that they were her care team first.

 

“You're like the sister I wish I had.” V quietly slipped out.

 

“What?? That's so sweet. Thank you. You're like a sister to me too.” Dolly giggled, happy and free. 

 

Sisters…

 

***

 

It was two weeks to the wedding and everyone was running around trying to complete last minute details. Except for V. Who was busier than usual at work. Gray called frequently, happy to hear updates. But the worry crept through.

 

One afternoon she was leaning closer and closer to her computer. Staring at old scribbles of words. Trying to decipher notes on a tablet. A warm hand on her shoulder suddenly pulled her out of it. Hmm?

 

“Why are you leaning so close to your monitor?” Jay's voice was gentle.

 

V had to think about what she said for a moment. She sighed. “I… I think I finally need glasses.”

 

“Why do you sound so sad about that?”

 

V was about to deflect. Lie. What? She rubbed her eyes. Why was she about to slip back into bad habits again? Why?

 

“Maybe I'm more self conscious about my age than I first realized.” 

 

Jay blinked in confusion. “Why are you self conscious about it?”

 

Good question. “Sometimes I feel like I'm too old to have a child.”

 

Jay removed her hand and pulled up a chair to sit close to V. She took V’s hands into her own, forcing the shorter woman to turn and face her. It was both comforting and mildly annoying. She hated to break focus from her work. But maybe it was necessary.

 

“You are not too old, amada. Whatever age you're ready to have children is when you're old enough.” Jay’s face was dialed in, serious.

 

“I just…” What can I say?

 

“Would you rather that you had a baby in your 20’s? Actually think about it.”

 

And so she did. She thought back to what she was like when she was younger. Closed off, reserved. Every relationship practically died on entry. She never fully gave herself to anyone. Always pulled back, keeping strong feelings behind a wall. A child doesn't deserve that.

 

Sure, V still had more to learn. Room to grow. But Jay had a fantastic point. It's only then, at that point in her life, that she was actually ready. Actually enjoyed the very idea. 

 

“You're right. My thoughts were…” Silly, dumb, juvenile. “Misplaced. Thank you.”

 

Jay smiled so sincerely it nearly made V want to propose again. “Of course, baby. We're both where we need to be. Everything falls into place.”

 

V leaned forward so their foreheads touched. “I'm right where I'm meant to be.”

 

Jay's stomach growled. She chuckled. “Can we have an early dinner?” 

 

“Absolutely. Let me just finish the section I was working on.”

 

They ordered in. Chinese from their favorite place down the block. They cozied up on the couch, arm to arm and hip to hip. V remembered when she used to dream about these days. Before they got together. Something bloomed within her body. A contentment. Because now her dreams were about doing this forever. That was real. Tangible.

 

When they were done eating, Jay pulled out her phone. Huh? V looked down and noticed she was looking at eye doctors nearby. Somehow that feeling spread further, her entire being was warmed. 

 

“This one has an opening on Friday. Let's get it out of the way.” Jay said it casually.

 

“I don't think my insurance will cover that.” V sighed, putting her container on the table and leaning into her fiance.

 

“It's $100 out of pocket. We'll just eat what we have in the fridge. If you're worried.” 

 

“Ok. That's fair. Let's book the appointment.”

 

No fuss, nice and easy. Simple. Maybe life could be smooth. Maybe there was no reason to ever doubt again. Maybe.

 

***

 

The day of the wedding. The two had stayed at the inn overnight. The gardens manager said it was a part of the booking. But, again, it was likely Ximena pulling strings.

 

Jay kissed V on the cheek. “In just a few hours it will be official.”

 

V slowly opened her eyes, taking her fiance in. Her eyes practically glowed in the morning sun. “Official.”

 

“I have to go now. See you soon, goddess.” Jay got up from the bed and grabbed her things. “I love you.”

 

V’s whole body tingled. “I love you too, angel.”

 

Then she was gone. For now. V sat up and looked at the time. Just enough time to shower before her party would come by to help her. She could feel her cheeks getting warm. Butterflies in her stomach, but not out of nerves. Out of enthusiasm. Out of love.

 

V quickly ate breakfast, took her meds, and hopped in the shower. She had just gotten out when she heard a knock. V wrapped a towel around her torso. Her long hair dripped a trail behind her. It was clearly her party.

 

She opened the door and they quickly rushed in. Ophelia, Dolly, and Sky. Each of them held something involved in the getting ready process. Each wearing a red dress that fit their style. 

 

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower. If–” V was promptly cut off.

 

“No, that's perfect. It'll be easier to do your hair like that.” Ophelia immediately ripped the hair styling equipment out of her bag.

 

“Woah, give her a second. She's not even dressed.” Sky chuckled as she handed the robe on the bed to V.

 

“I'm doing makeup. Great, they have a table here!” Dolly ignored them all in favor of setting up.

 

V chuckled at their energy. So lively this morning. She put the robe on and sat in the chair Dolly moved over. Ophelia went right into making sure V’s hair wasn't too damp before styling. She wasn't about to fry the bride’s strands. Sky showed V the nail polish options. She picked the glittery gold one. Jay's fingers would look great in this shade. Dolly finally finished setting up the makeup.

 

And they were off. V felt pampered. Cared for. If she wasn't buzzing with excitement she would probably fall asleep. Relaxed. Like a nice, long spa day.

 

“I got added to the group chat late, where are you two going for your honeymoon?” Dolly looked between two lipsticks and decided on the darker one.

 

V smiled at Ophelia, so she answered. “I got them a fantastic deal. One whole week on the beach. Down south where it's nice and warm” She carefully brushed through V’s hair.

 

“Oh! That reminds me. I got you two a honeymoon gift.” Sky placed the polish to the side and went to the pile of stuff next to the bed.

 

“Hey, I said no more gifts.” V chuckled, all in good humor.

 

“Just trust me. You'll both love it.” Sky put the beautifully decorated box on the bed sheets. “But you have to open it when you get to the resort. Not a moment sooner.”

 

That piqued V’s curiosity, but she let it rest for the time being. It was clearly a surprise. Ophelia put a styling spray in V’s hair that smelled divine. Like a fresh spring day. Jay will love that.

 

Sky finished the second coat of the nail polish. “How are you feeling today? Any pain?”

 

V closed her eyes as Dolly worked on her eyeshadow. “Aww, Sky, you're not my doctor anymore. You don't have to worry.” It was teasing, but there was a small hint of sincerity.

 

Sky scoffed loudly, a clear exaggeration. “Well, I'm asking as a friend today.”

 

“Honestly? I'm feeling pretty good. I might need my cane for the reception.” A pause. “Should I bring my wheelchair to the resort?”

 

Dolly seemed to catch a hint from the way she asked that. “Are you two going straight there after the reception?”

 

“Yeah. But we can stop by the house if need be.” 

 

Ophelia felt the need to clarify. “Yeah, that was part of the good deal. A red eye flight.”

 

Sky hopped back in. “I would definitely recommend bringing your cheaper wheelchair. So at least you have something, but if the airport loses or breaks it you don't have to deal with the cost.”

 

V hummed in recognition. “Fair. I'll mention it to Jay on the way to the reception.”

 

“You're going to love it. Mel and his crew did a fantastic job. I almost cried. Isla is so nice, by the way.” Dolly rattled off quickly.

 

“I can't wait.”

 

A top coat for the polish. A braid pinned into place. A perfectly lined lip. And she was done. Dolly handed her a mirror as the party stepped back to give her space. V looked and couldn't believe how well they did. Her makeup was light, but played well with the dress. Her hair? Like something you'd see on a model and want it, but wouldn't be able to master it. V felt tears welling up in her eyes. Family. A gorgeous display of affection.

 

Dolly teared up a little too. “Don't worry. I used waterproof makeup. If you have to cry, you'll be fine.”

 

“You're so beautiful, V. I put a little bit of setting spray in your hair, but the rest is all you.” Ophelia chimed in.

 

Sky couldn't even say anything. She was already crying before V looked in the mirror. V got up and outstretched her arms. And her party embraced her. Support. A timeless connection. An amazing feeling. V allowed herself to cry a little into Dolly's shoulder.

 

Sky sucked in a shaky breath. “You need to get dressed soon… Or Jay won't have anyone to meet at the altar.”

 

V looked at the time. “Shit. You're right.”

 

She quickly jumped into the bathroom and put her clothes on. Including a garter belt that could hold her phone. Sky helped her put her shoes on. She could feel a slight kink in her lower back, but she could power through. Just for the wedding. She had Ophelia tuck her cane away so she could grab it afterwards. 

 

Because of the help from her party V made it to the altar with time to spare. Most of the guests were already there. Mel stood there casually, small book in hand. When he saw her come up he looked like he would pass out. Her bridesmaids chuckled off to the side.

 

“You look stunning, V," his voice was quiet, reverent.

 

“Thank you.” She matched his tone.

 

Then, Jay's bridesmaids arrived. All in gold. Had the bridesmaids collectively decided to match their respective bride? The rest of the guests settled in. No assignments, people could sit wherever they wanted. And it was pleasant. People greeting each other, meeting new people. A true mix of both sides, a blend. And the weather? The breeze was a bit chilly, but the skies were clear. Dry and warm. 

 

One of the garden staff came by and asked everyone to be seated. V instantly got goosebumps. She was so unbelievably electrified. Her body thrummed from the very thought of seeing her bride. They'd be seeing their dresses for the first time. V knew Jay's would be wonderful. It was inevitable.

 

The music started and everything else was silent. There she was, her mother walking her down the aisle. V’s heart stilled. A princess. Straight out of a fairytale. 

 

Jay wore a warm yellow dress with a long puffy train. A scooping neckline and puffy bishop sleeves. A crown and butterfly clips all down the length of her hair. When they made eye contact? They both started crying. Joy. Complete and utter happiness. Before Jay joined her at the altar, her mom gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead. She looked to V and gave her a knowing nod. I see you, I wish you well. A blessing.

 

Jay shuffled up carefully and stood straight across from V. They held each other's hands. Thankfully it seemed they were both wearing waterproof makeup because they couldn't stop. Mel let them have that moment. The photographer must have been having a field day.

 

Mel started talking, but V couldn't really hear him. She was lost in a world made for her and Jay. Staring into each other's watery eyes. Brilliant. Radiant. Mine. A perfect moment. One V would never forget. 

 

“And now it is time for the reading of the vows. The couple have written their own. V will start.” Mel lightly tapped V to take her out of her little world.

 

V immediately snapped into action. She took a deep breath. She had memorized the words. Practiced for days. It was finally time.

 

“Jay, I can't fully express how grateful I am for you and your love. When we first met, I thought you were an angel. A blessed final vision. Only to find out you were as real and tangible as the ground beneath our feet. You took the time to get to know me. I found out you were funny, caring, generous. And I realized. You are an angel. One here on earth. We've seen the best and the worst of each other. We've made it. And I hope… No, I know, we’ll make it through everything together. Forever. And I can't wait.” V nearly choked on the last couple lines.

 

Jay nodded, trying to hold back from sobbing. Mel kindly took out a handkerchief and gently dabbed the couple’s eyes. They gave him a nod of thanks.

 

“And now, Jay will say hers.” Mel gestured once he was sure she could say something.

 

“V, God. I love you. I wrote and rewrote my vows dozens of times. But now that you're in front of me? All I can think about is how much you mean to me. When I pulled you out of your burning car I didn't think this is what it would result in. Who gets to say they pulled the love of their life out of a car wreck?” A laugh mixed with a messy sob. “And while that was unfortunate, I wouldn't have it any other way. You started out as my friend and I thought that would be fine. But now that I have you? Now that we're getting married? I'll never let you go. You'll always be my goddess. My moon. My sweetheart. My other half.”

 

Mel was doing incredibly well and only needed to wipe away his own tears once. He kept it together. For them. Because the couple was a mess. A beautiful and perfect mess, but still. The last couple lines were a blur, but they were snapped back quickly at the signature line: “You may kiss the bride.”

 

Jay grabbed V’s face and smashed their lips together. It was burning and passionate. V wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned into it. Everyone cheered and clapped. V prayed that the photographer got a good photo. She was so glad they got the paperwork out of the way. Because now they could truly focus on what just happened. In front of many friends and family, they were wed.

 

Mel and his crew explained the next steps to the guests. They'd all be heading to Isla’s place. V and Jay's parties were able to help them get back on track so they could grab their things and head out. They were in such a haze they could be scammed out of money or be convinced to join a pyramid scheme. Thankfully the crowd didn't have anyone like that. They were up on cloud nine.

 

They came down a little after helping pack a couple things away and loading the rest of their stuff in Jay's truck. The couple got in, still in their dresses and heading to the next venue.

 

V gently placed her hand on Jay's thigh. “We're officially married.” Her voice came out squeakier than usual.

 

“You're my wife.” Jay giggled in response.

 

“You're my wife!” V echoed.

 

“I'm literally shaking. God, it feels so good. Ahhh!~”

 

“Jay and V Talis.”

 

Jay nearly caused the truck to swerve. “Fuck. Sorry. I'm going to have to get used to that. Oh my God…. Thank you for taking my last name.”

 

“You are welcome, Mrs Talis.”

 

They giggled and chatted like that for the entire trip to the house. And by the time they got there, everyone was already there. Most of the family showed up, barring the homophobic ones of course. Their respective parties gathered them and got them safely to the head table. Mel and his team did a fantastic job of setting up a sound system and getting enough tables and chairs for everyone. Sure, some people needed to be inside, but that's what you get when you have a huge supportive family. V loved it.

 

Everyone who wanted to, gave their speeches. Mel got overly sappy about how they were clearly meant to be and he was so very happy for them. Ophelia gushed about her love for V. Alex told fun stories that got the crowd laughing. A couple of the kids chimed in to say a little word or two. Even Dolly came in to brag that she helped bring them together. A wonderful celebration of their love. Then people were disbursed so dinner could be completed.

 

Lisa walked up with Marie. The elder child spoke. “I wish we could have been there for the wedding, but I understand. Thank you for inviting us all here.”

 

“Of course, little ones.” V smiled, giving them each a pat on their shoulder. “I'm so glad you could make it.”

 

“You look like a princess.” Marie chuckled. 

 

“Thank you!” Jay gave her a kiss on the top of her hair.

 

Shortly after, dinner was served. Amazing. Tailored to the tastes of the couple. Jay was glad she hired Elora. She didn't have many reviews yet, but her intuition steered her true again. In the middle of the meal, Mel came over. He looked nervous.

 

Mel tried to play it cool like he didn't look big eyed. “Where did you find the florist and caterer?”

 

“We found them through an organization that hosts LGBT friendly event crew. I saw Lest’s work and picked her right away.” V gave freely.

 

“I picked Elora because the pictures of her food looked amazing. No regrets here.” Jay shoved food in her face.

 

“Why do you ask?” V quirked a brow.

 

Mel looked around and leaned onto the table. “I think they're flirting with me.”

 

V had to laugh. He was acting like a school boy with his first crush. “And how does that make you feel?”

 

“Honestly? Amazing.” 

 

Jay leaned in, which caused the other two to come closer. “I found out while talking about the menu with Elora that she's dating Lest. I guess they're polyamorous if they're both flirting with you.”

 

Mel’s face flashed several emotions in quick succession. The women looked at each other and chuckled. He hadn't expressed feelings about polyamory before, but his face read pretty clearly.

 

“Should I go for it?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

 

“Absolutely.” “Go for it.” The newlyweds answered in unison.

 

Once Mel was gone, V whispered to Jay. “How did you actually know they were polyamorous though?”

 

Jay whispered back. “They're both wearing a polyamorous pride pin. Mel's just never seen it before.”

 

Mel and Elora talked professionally, but there was obvious evidence of something else. Lest looked over, from a distance, and smiled. Once dinner was done, the couple had settled in comfortably. People came and went to congratulate them. It felt like V had won a prize. But the only thing she'd ever need was her wife’s love. My wife.

 

At one point, V finally noticed the flowers set up on the tables. She knew their meanings in an instant. Sure, she wasn't a flower language expert, but these flowers were classics. Lily of the valley, forget-me-nots, and scarlet sage. An odd trio, but something dear there. 

 

She leaned into Jay to bring her focus to the flowers. “Lest and Mel picked these out. Do you know what they mean?”

 

Jay observed them carefully. “I'm not entirely sure.”

 

“Together, this bouquet is a story about us.” V looked over to Mel. He was between Lest and Elora, having an apparently funny conversation. “A love that is healing. That will last forever and never know doubt. They wish us happiness and fond memories.”

 

Jay's eyes lit up. “That's… Beautiful.”

 

“I love Mel. I'm so glad he married us.”

 

“I feel the exact same.”

 

The night went on. So much joy filled the air. V was glad the dessert bar was a success. Older couples danced to slow songs. Children got together to play games. Hell, even George was having a good time. And that was saying a lot, especially since he was in an emo phase.

 

Dolly had to snap them out of their thoughts because it was getting late. If they didn't leave soon they'd miss their flight. V and Jay thanked everyone thoroughly and rushed out. V finally remembered Sky’s idea so they quickly grabbed her wheelchair at home. 

 

They got to the airport just in time. They felt a little overdressed since they were still in their wedding attire. It certainly gained the attention of passersby. They passed through security without a hitch and because V had a wheelchair, they got priority boarding. She hadn't intended that, but it was a happy accident. They were both glad they packed ahead of time or they really wouldn't have made it.

 

The newlyweds sat in their assigned seats and took a deep breath. Defragging for just a moment. It was a fun day. A gorgeous day. But they were exhausted.

 

Suddenly, V remembered something important. “Our bands! We didn't exchange bands at the wedding.” She deflated a little.

 

Jay chuckled like a sleepy toddler. “Mel tried to give them to us but we got kind of um… Caught up?”

 

V rubbed her temples. “Then I'm sure he kept them safe.”

 

“Actually.” Jay shifted and looked through her purse. “Aha! There they are. Mel gave them to me when you were hugging Dolly.” 

 

V smiled wide. “Thank fuck. He's a life saver.”

 

“Now. Shall we do this?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Jay placed V’s band on and vice versa. Now it is finally complete. Everything was done and accounted for. The two fell asleep in their seats, holding hands.

 

***

 

The newlyweds made it in one piece. Including V’s wheelchair, thank God. Because by the time everything was said and done? Her body really hurt. It was worth it, but the consequences were inevitable.

 

Getting from the airport to the resort was a breeze, but they could see the path to their soon to be room was covered in sand. Not accessible. The website likely didn't properly disclose that, because Ophelia was very considerate. Her son was disabled and she was always on the look out for discrepancies.

 

Jay, not having any of that, marched up to the front desk with purpose. Not angry, but intentional. “Hello, we're here to check in.”

 

V carefully rolled up behind Jay. She didn't want to argue with anyone, but if she couldn't roll to the room? That could be a major problem. 

 

“Welcome. What's the name?” The receptionist was soft spoken, but easy to understand.

 

“Two for Talis.” Jay's tone was flat and even.

 

“Yup. I see you right here. Let me grab the k–”

 

“Before you do that, I need to address something.” 

 

“Oh! Uh, sure.” 

 

“On your website, it says that the room you're giving us is wheelchair accessible. However, we noticed the path is completely covered with sand. Is there any way you could help accommodate us?” Jay had basically put a customer service voice on. It slightly bewildered V.

 

“I'm so sorry about that. There must have been a miscommunication. Let me see if I can get you a room attached to the main building.” She immediately picked up the phone to talk to someone.

 

V tapped on Jay so she'd turn around. She gestured for her to get closer. “Thank you.”

 

“Of course, amada. It's the bare minimum.” Jay gave her a peck on the nose and turned back to the desk.

 

V giggled to herself and touched her nose. She was both deliriously happy and tired. It took a bit longer than V would have expected, but the hotel was able to accommodate them. Apparently someone at the hotel did make a mistake when Ophelia booked. All good. 

 

The couple was finally able to get into their room. Yes, this is clearly what Ophelia meant to book. Everything was adjusted to wheelchair height and the shower would be easy to get into. 

 

Relief. Jay took makeup wipes from her bag and handed one to V. Yeah… They wiped off what they could and undressed. Naked. The bed was soft. They quickly passed out.

 

***

 

V slowly opened her eyes. It was bright… The same brightness that welcomed them when they got in. She went to shift and her lower half lit on fire. Fuck. Yet, somehow, she was starving. 

 

With great effort, she was able to shift enough on the bed to grab her phone. 30% and a whole day had passed. Woah. That would explain the increased pain. V carefully turned to see Jay was still asleep too. She put her shaky hand on her shoulder. Jay instantly opened her eyes.

 

“Hello.” Jay's voice was grumbly and dark.

 

V felt that go straight to her crotch. No. Not right now. “Good morning, angel. Could you do me a favor?”

 

A blink of confusion. Then recognition. “Oh shit. Are you ok? Do you need your meds?”

 

“Desperately.”

 

Jay hopped off the bed and got V’s med case. She thought for a moment then took a water bottle from the mini fridge. V groaned as she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge. It had been awhile since so much pain coursed through her. Not a feeling V missed.

 

“Oh baby, here.” Jay cooed as she handed V what she needed. 

 

“Thank you.” Her voice was rough and shaky. It was edging on the brink of unbearable. 

 

As V took her meds, Jay spoke again. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom?”

 

“Yeah. But you go first. I can wait a moment.”

 

It looked like Jay wanted to protest, but decided against it. She went quickly and came back. V allowed herself to stare at her naked body for a moment. Beautiful. Without a word Jay carefully picked her wife up, bridal style. Sat her carefully on the porcelain and walked away. 

 

When she was done she contemplated getting up on her own. V tested her weight. Probably just enough energy to wash her hands. Good. So she did. She was immediately met with Jay standing behind her. She was wearing a nightgown. Awww, damn. Jay gently placed her hand on V’s waist. Cautious, but supportive. 

 

In the beginning of their relationship, V would have hated that. Tell her to leave, wait for her. But it had been years. And Jay only ever meant well. So, V leaned into her support. Washing her hands was easy.

 

Before settling back into bed, Jay helped her put her own nightgown on. Then they just sat there. Scrolling on their charging phones. Updating people to let them know they hadn't died or gone missing. 

 

Jay broke the silence. “I'm starving. What should we get?”

 

V sighed. “Anything. My meds will corrode my stomach before too long.”

 

“Room service it is.”

 

They each took a moment to browse the menu. It was an interesting layout. It went from basic fare all the way to the most expensive food you could imagine. All served 24/7. Once decided, Jay called to order. The food came so fast V wondered if they had somehow read their minds. Obviously not. They ate in bed and watched TV.

 

“What's wrong, baby?” Jay suddenly asked.

 

V flinched on accident. You would figure I'd stop doing that by now. “Huh? Why do you ask?”

 

“I feel like we know each other too well now.” Jay chuckled, trying to soften the air between them.

 

Is it my face? My body language? Sure, she was stiff from the pain and taking her medication after over 24 hours. But what could indicate she'd need to ask? Suddenly, she felt tears sliding down her face? What??

 

“I… Ummm?” V babbled in confusion, looking at her hands like she just murdered someone.

 

Jay quickly put their dirty plates on the rolling cart. She brought V into a side hug, keeping her pain in mind. “It's ok. Let it out.”

 

“But I…. What…?”

 

A soothing hand ran over V’s arm. “You don't have to say anything. Just let it out.”

 

So she did. V sobbed openly and freely. The late afternoon air wafted beautifully through the large windows in their room. It was gorgeous outside. She was with her wife in paradise. Why was she crying? What was wrong? Besides the pain. And stiffness…. And…

 

“I'm ruining paradise.” V finally sobbed out. 

 

Jay held her closer, firmer. “No, amada. You aren't ruining anything.”

 

“But my pain. I can't do anything… I just…” V leaned her head into her partner.

 

“Hey, listen to me.” She kissed V on the head like she was something precious. “You have chronic pain. You have a disability. I knew that since the day I met you.”

 

“I pushed myself. I made myself worse.”

 

“Not intentionally. You did so well at the wedding and at the reception. I understand why you did that. You didn't know we were going to pass out for so long. You know I would have woken us up if I hadn't gotten up any sooner.”

 

“I feel so stupid…”

 

“Do not call yourself stupid.” Jay's tone was harsh, but it was full of honesty and love. “Not for this. Not for anything. I love you. Even on your worst days. And I'm here for you. Whatever you need.”

 

“Who wants to babysit their spouse on their honeymoon.” V almost accidentally screamed the last part. Her sobs were ripping through her with a cruelty not yet fully understood by the two women.

 

Jay pulled V so she was in her lap now. Carefully adjusted her when she winced in pain. When V seemed comfortable enough, Jay spoke. “Listen to yourself. If I was unable to walk, you'd never say something like that to me. Be kind to yourself. I'm not babysitting you. You are not a child. You are my wife. And you need extra support right now.”

 

V wrapped the arm that was pressed against Jay's body around her neck. She refused to look her in the eye. “You're right… I'd never tell you that. I'm sorry… I just hate feeling so useless. Helpless. Especially after such a beautiful day.” Another broken sob. “My wife…”

 

“I hear you. But you're not useless or helpless. You say the word and I'm the extension of your body” Jay kissed V’s cheek. “For as long as you need me, I'm your arms and legs. I am a part of you. Just like you are a part of me. We are forever entwined.”

 

V sniffled and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. “God… I love you so much… I… It really is hard some days. But you always make it worth it. Because I believe you.”

 

Jay slowly tilted V’s head until their eyes met. Gold to hazel. Love in many forms. Jay brought V into a soft kiss. But the passion behind it was palpable. Give me the word and I destroy the world for you. Ask me for anything and it's yours. I want your best days and your worst. I want you to tell me everything you've ever desired, even if it's cruel and unusual. V prayed her thoughts came through. Hoped beyond hope. 

 

I'm obsessed with you.

 

***

 

Saturday was a wash. Sunday was a day of reconciliation with chronic pain. And Monday they played games in their room. With the right rest and medication, V felt normal again. Human again. Tuesday will be my day.

 

She was able to get up and go to the bathroom by herself. So she finally decided to take a shower. Something warm and refreshing. This apparently woke Jay up because she knocked on the door.

 

“Hello, love. Please come in.“ V hummed as she rubbed the shampoo into her scalp.

 

Jay stepped in and went to the bathroom. “Are you feeling better, amada?”

 

“A lot better.” A relaxed sigh escaped her lips. She enjoyed the water being so steamy it fogged the glass between them.

 

Jay rubbed a little heart out of the fog. “Could I join you? I could really use a shower myself.”

 

“Absolutely. Come in when you're ready.”

 

When Jay was finished she popped right in. The shower was the perfect size for two people. Honestly, there was room to spare. And the bench? So comfortable. The main shower head was huge, rain style. The detachable part had a long hose. V actually wished they could have the set up at home. 

 

After Jay was good and wet, she bent down to grab her shampoo. V let the feral side of her win. A firm grab. Jay gasped and held the tiled wall for support. She grabbed the bottle and turned to look at V.

 

“Are you sure you're ready to play this game?” Jay's smile was bright and mischievous.

 

V looked to the side and shrugged. “I don't know what you mean.”

 

The game had begun.

 

But Jay was ready. She continued to face V while she thoroughly worked the shampoo over her hair. V smiled like she was innocent. Happily following her usual shower routine. When she closed her eyes for a moment as the face wash rolled off, Jay cupped both of her breasts and gave a strong tug. V couldn't open her eyes yet so all she could do was take it. A wanton moan echoed around them.

 

When she finally got the soap out of her eyes she was a panting mess. Jay, following V’s handbook, smiled like an angel. Oh, you're good. While Jay was washing the conditioner out of her hair, V swiftly got up and grabbed the detachable head. She sat down on the bench, casually, and clicked the settings until she got to a powerful stream. V targeted Jay's nipples with precision. 

 

Jay nearly dropped to her knees. “Holy shit.”

 

“Please don't fall down, angel.” V teased.

 

Jay finally got the conditioner out and looked at V with half lidded eyes. God, V would truly give Jay anything she wanted. This must have come through because Jay snatched the shower head from V with no resistance. 

 

“You're going to let me win.” Jay looked like the devil on your shoulder. Like saying that alone would make V cave.

 

And she did. “I will.”

 

Jay’s evil smile somehow got wider. She gestured for V to get up. She obediently did so. With her free hand, Jay lathered her lover up with body soap. A steady hand trailing all across her body. Just as she was about to relax into it, Jay stood behind her, pressing their bodies together. As the main head doused the couple in water, Jay used the powerful setting on the detachable one to her advantage. She went straight for V’s clit.

 

V’s legs nearly buckled, but Jay used her spare hand to hold her up. Right under her boobs. It was pure ecstasy. V fully let Jay take control. Her whole body lit up with pleasure. And she let her mind go. Moaning and panting openly, no holding back.

 

“That's my goddess. There she is.” Jay whispered into her ear.

 

V had to moan in response. “Ah yes. God it feels so good.”

 

Jay placed a few wet, sloppy hickeys on the back of her neck. “That's right. Give into it. Very good.”

 

“Yes. Yes. Just like that… Oooohhhh.” Pleasure. The most pure and simple kind.

 

Jay squeezed her a little harder. Not too hard to hurt, just enough to affirm her strength. Her control. “Say my name.”

 

Of course. “Jay… God, I love you. Jay… Oh Jay…”

 

“I love you too.” Jay shifted the head to the perfect angle. V’s most sensitive spot.

 

“Ahhh! Jay… I’m… I'm…”

 

A dark, tantalizing whisper. “What? Use your words.”

 

“I'm going to come.”

 

“That's right. Come for me.”

 

She did. Loudly. Probably the loudest she had ever been. Jay carefully settled V onto the bench again so she could catch her breath. Even when they both finished, V was still panting. It was rare, but when Jay got dominant? It was so incredibly sexy. Always worth it.

 

Jay opened the door to let the steam out. “Are you ok?” 

 

“Huh? Yeah. Sorry. I'm fine.” V carefully got up and grabbed a towel to dry her hair.

 

“I'm glad you let me do that.” Jay hummed pleasantly.

 

“Sure.” V’s body was relaxed, muscles a bit looser than before. “I mean how can I deny you? You're so good at it?”

 

Jay looked her dead in the eyes. “Maybe I'll do it more often.”

 

V saw that challenge and her body lit up with a perfect fire. “Oh? I don't think you will.”

 

“What makes you say that?”

 

“Because I can make your knees weak in an instant. You can't catch up.” V moved on to drying her body off.

 

This was a fun part of their dynamic. Challenges. Always playfully set. And V was getting better at winning. Her libido was much better compared to when they first started having sex. She loved to joke that Jay fixed her. Obviously it was more complicated than that, but Jay brought a spirit out of V that she never knew she had.

 

“Make my knees weak instantly? From what? I'm not that sensitive.” Jay tried to sound like she was bragging, but it didn't quite read.

 

I see. I know where we're going. “What's the safe word?”

 

A quirk of her slitted eyebrow. “Dino?”

 

“Good.” V smiled. “Could you hand me my brush?”

 

“Hmm? Sure.” And she did, even though it was mere inches from V.

 

“Thank you. Good girl.” V took the brush and worked it through her hair.

 

Jay shuttered a little at the praise. “R-right. No problem.”

 

“Could you hand me my hair band? It's on the side table.”

 

Jay simply nodded and walked off. V looked at herself in the mirror. While switching was fun… It was way more fun to be the dominant.

 

“Here you are.” Jay said kindly as she handed the band over.

 

“Perfect. That's my angel.” V took it and put it on the edge of the sink.

 

Jay's smile quirked in a goofy way. “Can I help you with anything else?”

 

Ah. There you are. “Yes, actually.” V quickly pointed down. “To your knees.”

 

Jay didn't even think twice. She was on her knees instantly. She looked mildly confused. “How… How did you do that?”

 

V chuckled openly. “Well, you wanted it. You're my cute little sub. And you're very good at listening.” V took the hairdryer and got to work on her long hair.

 

“I… That's a little embarrassing.” Jay laughed awkwardly, but she knew. She could have easily said no to anything V said. Anything. But she didn't want to.

 

“Is it? To listen to your own desires? You're the one that taught me that.” 

 

Jay let out a sigh of relief. “You're right…”

 

“Exactly. Now. Go sit in front of the TV. On the floor. I'll be there soon.”

 

Her partner obeyed. Being a good dominant only came from trust. They had built that together. Jay liked to give herself fully to V because it was safe. The few times that Jay called dino? Always diligently stopped. No questions, just cut play off immediately. Even if V was close or wanted to continue. She was there to listen and learn. What makes Jay tick? Well, V was becoming an all out expert on the matter.

 

When V was finished drying her hair, she put the headband on. It was a bit warmer today. It would be necessary. She exited the bathroom to see Jay being a good girl. She was kneeled in front of the TV, facing the bed. She stepped over and fondly petted Jay’s hair. Before Jay could touch her back, V moved away. She sat across from her on the bed.

 

“You really are such a good girl. You always listen. I like that.” V brushed some hair behind her shoulders.

 

“I like listening to you.” Jay smiled like a mischievous puppy.

 

“Excellent. Then you'll hold up well to my challenge.”

 

Jay perked up. Saying it out loud always made her more excited. Cute.

 

“It's simple.” V continued. “You just have to watch… Only watch.”

 

“No problem.” Jay said with unearned confidence.

 

“Sure.”

 

They had done this challenge before. But usually it was V watching Jay. It was a favorite activity, because V was patient. Like a studied hunter. Jay could go for hours and V could watch, enjoying the show. Just the feeling of getting wet teased V past an edge that always excited her. But the other way around? That was rare.

 

V kept her eyes locked on Jay. She moved her right hand to her nipple and teased it in circles. She let out soft pants. Little moans. Jay watched diligently. Like it was her job. Very good. V slowly spread her legs open, letting Jay get a good look at her heat. Still wet from their shower play. Jay bit her lip, clearly excited. She did always love a show.

 

With her other hand, she let it trail down to her pussy. She could feel the wetness and it was only increasing. She couldn't get as wet as Jay, but she might get close if she tried. V shivered beneath her own touch as she let her fingers massage over her lips. Teasing a finger at her entrance, making sure Jay could hear it. 

 

V closed her eyes for a moment. Really letting go. Pinched and tugged her nipples as she explored her heat. Still a little bit sensitive from the shower. It felt wonderful.

 

When she opened her eyes again she noticed Jay was just a little closer. Staring. Panting. Wanting. The evilness had transferred to V, to her smile. She spread her lips open, really letting her lover see. And god did she love to see it. 

 

V finally stopped teasing herself. She gave her clit attention. A lot of it, her favorite kind. She gave her extra sensitive spot some love. V didn't care if she was being loud. She knew Jay adored it and that's all that mattered. 

 

Jay squirmed, desperately wanted to get closer. Do something. Anything. But V kept going. Loving that the show worked both ways. Perfect.

 

“You really are such a good girl…” V went a little faster. “I love it when your eyes are blown like… That.”

 

“God, V. Release me.” Jay dug her nails into her thighs.

 

“No.” V chuckled wantonly. Wet and heavy. “You look too pretty on your knees.”

 

Jay groaned openly at the compliment. “You're going to kill me.”

 

“I'd never.” She let that response come out as a reckless gasp. “Oh I'm so close. Do you want to see me come? Huh?”

 

Jay's whole body was shaking. Shivering. And she wasn't even being touched. “Please. Let me see.”

 

V came again. Beautifully, freely. Genuine. The hand that was on her nipple leaned into the blankets. They'd probably have to change the bedding, but thankfully staff already gave them plenty to spare. 

 

As quietly as possible, Jay shuffled a little closer. V tilted her head, welcoming it. It was an endearing sight. To think someone would love you so much they'd want to stare right into your crotch. Touching.

 

“Please, V.” Jay begged.

 

“Please what? What do you want, angel?” V leaned forward a little.

 

“Let me touch you.”

 

V tapped her chin in thought. “Nope.”

 

“Goddess.” An incredibly raunchy groan.

 

Just Jay's expression alone got V going again. She wasn't one to masturbate so close together, but now she was committed. You’ll have to suffer. For me. Because of me.

 

V granted her clit another visit. And it was much more sensitive now. She shuttered at her own touch. A garbled moan launched out of her lips. Jay visibly shook more at the sound. Good. Perfect.

 

And she really took her time. V twitched and jerked as she played with herself. Moaning and panting like a wild animal. She could see Jay was really having a hard time. I bet she's so wet right now. God I want to see it. No. Play the game.

 

“F-fuck.” V burst out. It was hard to keep her legs open. To display.

 

“God damnit, V” Jay growled behind gritted teeth.

 

“Curse… All you want… You know… You love it.” V was able to get out between increasingly louder moans.

 

“Release. Me.” Jay had somehow moved even further beyond begging. No shame, only desire.

 

“N-no.”

 

“Please. I'll be good. Goddess. Honey.’

 

The pet names only motivated her to go quicker. “Ah hah. Yeah. Oh God.”

 

“V…” Jay looked close to tears. “Viktoria Talis.”

 

Her full name got V to arch her back unintentionally. Fuck. “Yeah?”

 

“What if I was bad?” A strained tone.

 

“You could never… Be bad…” V was so close. Nearly there.

 

“I'm going to be if you keep this up.” An unusual threat.

 

Hot. “I will…. Keep it up.”

 

A few more strokes and she was gone. This time V fully flopped onto the bed. Her brain was fuzzy and warm. Her body was relaxed, soft and pliant. But she was pretty tired by that point.

 

Before anything else would be said, Jay launched forward and latched her mouth onto V’s pussy. This had V immediately thrashing in response. Jay quickly grabbed her thighs and kept her as still as possible. 

 

“Ah!! Jay! N-no” V squirmed from over stimulation. So much. Too much. Drool escaped from her mouth.

 

Jay pulled back, only for a moment. “That's not the magic word.” Then she was right back in.

 

She was right, V didn't actually mind. It felt even better than she could have imagined. Feeling her lover consume her, lap up all of her come. V couldn't help how she squirmed on the bed. 

 

“No! Jay please. I'm… Ah!” V’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

 

Apparently that was an invitation to drive V even more mad. Jay carefully put her finger in V’s hole. Those beautiful, long fingers. Over the years Jay had mastered working her open. Skipping past the worst and hurtful spots, skipping right to pleasure. Then she added another finger. V came instantly.

 

“J-Jay… Ah.” V could barely form a sentence.

 

“I felt it.” Jay chuckled close to her heat. “But if you want me to stop… You'll have to beg me.”

 

“Jay… Wait…”

 

But there was no waiting, Jay kept going. V’s vision was completely blurry. Tears of pleasure clouding her entire rational mind. She had never come so much before. Certainly not in a row. Jay was always so considerate. But teasing her this far brought out a beast. A very hungry one. However, it didn't scare her. Only fueled her revenge for later.

 

Jay kept at it. Consistent. Giving her clit and hole as much attention as she could manage. And she could manage a lot. V’s body was entirely loosened up. She was so wet she could honestly take one of her dildos for once in her life. Good to note. Stars. So many stars circled around, swirling mirages of white and pink. Something V hadn't seen before.

 

Then, tension. V came again. Jay kept going through the orgasm. But her poor lover truly couldn't take it anymore. She needed to tap out.

 

“Dino… Please, angel. Dino.” V finally panted out.

 

Of course, Jay obeyed. But, she did try to drink up as much as she could. Including licking her fingers like she just ate barbecue. V laid completely motionless. Her legs and arms were spent. She could not move. Jay could tell so she kindly did clean up.

 

Once that was done, she laid next to V. Stared at her face in admiration. “I think that's the most you've ever come before. That's amazing. You're amazing.”

 

V turned her head to look at Jay. “Correct. Thank you... Good puppy.”

 

Jay blinked. Surprised. A blush settled over her face. “Puppy?”

 

Ah, I've never used that nickname before. V bit the inside of her cheek. “Oops?”

 

“No I uh… I like it.” Jay looked so shy.

 

“Have you… Been wanting me to call you that?” V clocked what the tone meant immediately.

 

“I um… Yes.”

 

“Like I said, I like discovering new kinks with you. Don't be afraid. Anything else?”

 

“I think… I'd like to wear a collar sometimes.”

 

“Fair. I'll buy you a collar.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Of course, darling.” V gave Jay a peck on the nose.

 

And for the rest of the day they ate, laughed, and when they had the energy, they fucked. A bright, sunny day. They slept well. V thankfully woke up feeling energized the next day.

 

***

 

Just a few more days left and the newlyweds would have to leave paradise. Wednesday was a picturesque day where they went shopping and explored local attractions. A lot of stopping so V wouldn't push herself. Thursday she was extra careful and used her wheelchair the whole day. Even that was perfect. They saw a show and explored a nearby park.

 

Friday. Another beautiful day. The one Jay had been looking forward to. As she got ready in the bathroom, V had finally remembered the gift Sky got for her. She sat on the bed and opened the decorated box.

 

V slapped a hand over her mouth. A brand new dildo AND harness. It must have been wildly expensive. The materials were stunning. Clearly handcrafted. She noticed the business card for the shop and immediately tucked it away. For later.

 

Why in the hell did Sky get me this? Sure, they were pretty close, but this was a leap. She vaguely recalled she talked about her sex life with Sky once, when she was a little drunk. But had she given her so much detail? 

 

She searched through the memory harder. What did I forget? Then it clicked. We ended up talking about our favorite toys because Sky’s husband had gotten her a new one. And she loved it. V realized that she had been interested when she said that. So the toy was ultimately from the same place her husband frequented.

 

I'm going to kick her ass. V carefully took the fake dick out of the box and it was massive. Weighty. Bigger than any other of her previous ones. Would it be too big for Jay? Her lover had been mentioning wanting to try a larger one, but this was… Almost cartoonish in size. I'll think about it later. V put it back in the box and put her sandals on.

 

When Jay exited the bathroom V had to pick her jaw off the floor. A beautiful two piece set that hugged Jay's curves like they were tailored to her. And pink. She adored that color on her. V went right up and gave her a kiss.

 

“You look amazing, angel.” V was practically purring.

 

“Thank you. But you're one to talk.” Jay gave V a little spin.

 

It was a suit Jay had picked out. A one piece suit with a short attached skirt. She was never one to wear a bikini, so V greatly appreciated the gesture. It was purple with dark blue leaves. So comfortable.

 

“You're biased.” V chuckled as she grabbed her beach bag.

 

“True.” Jay bounced back.

 

Off they went.

 

The beach wasn't too far so V didn't worry about bringing a mobility aid. They were hard to use in sand anyway. The couple set up on a nice little patch and laid their giant towel down.

 

Since it was the start of the off season it wasn't too crowded. A few couples, a bunch of locals. Near perfect. Jay set up the umbrella so it was more on V’s side. A greatly appreciated gesture. 

 

“Want me to apply your sunscreen?” Jay already had the bottle out.

 

“Only if I can do yours.” V stepped closer.

 

“I wouldn't have it any other way.”

 

V did her best not to let her mind trail to the new dildo that sat on their bed back in the room. It was hard to avoid, especially with her hands all over Jay. No. Don't do that. Once they were all lathered up they sat down. The heat was warm and welcoming.

 

V decided to open a book. A short little novella Ophelia recommended. Jay had fun people watching. At one point, she latched onto V’s arm. She looked to wear Jay touched her then followed her eye line. Two kids playing by the water while their parents watched. 

 

“Aren't they so cute?” Jay giggled quietly.

 

“They are.” V agreed.

 

“I hope our kids are like that.” 

 

V thought for a moment. “Like what?”

 

“Friendly. Playful. Kind to one another.”

 

After the brother splashed the sister she tripped backwards. Her brother quickly got her back up again. Before she could even cry or register what had happened. They kept playing like nothing special occurred. Their mother smiled, proud.

 

“I see what you mean. I hope for that too.” V couldn't help the fond smile that settled on her lips.

 

“Do you think we'll have a boy or girl first?” Jay always loved future hypotheticals.

 

“I'll be happy either way.” Jay gave her a tug. Take it seriously. “But honestly, I think it'll be a girl.”

 

“That's so funny. I think we'll have a boy.” Jay hummed playfully.

 

“I guess we'll see.”

 

“What if our kid comes out as nonbinary?” Jay posited openly.

 

“Then we'd make sure they're as happy as they can be in their skin.”

 

Jay nuzzled into V like a needy puppy. “That's so sweet, baby. You're amazing.”

 

“I think that's just common–”

 

“Take the compliment.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

And they sat like that for a long time. Jay latched to her arm and V read her book. After a bit, Jay wanted to go swim, so she let go. In between paragraphs she'd look up to see Jay having a blast. Maybe… I could try. V used a receipt as a bookmark and got up. She placed a tiny alarm on their belongings. Just in case anyone felt bold. 

 

She carefully padded to the water’s edge. Feeling a bit nervous. Because of her muscle disorder she had never been a very good swimmer. But standing on the shore was fine. Right? 

 

Cool water and foam tickled at her toes. It felt more pleasant than she had envisioned. It seemed Jay finally saw and hopped up. Excited.

 

“V! Did you want to join?” Jay got a bit closer.

 

“I'm uh… A little nervous.” V admitted.

 

“Don't worry. I've got you.” Jay stretched her arm out. A beacon.

 

I can do this. The waves aren't too high. She carefully waded into the water until she was able to grab her wife's hand. Jay linked their hands together. They stood there as V adjusted. Only knee deep and she was already shaking. Jay pulled her into a hug.

 

She whispered. “I'm right here. I've got you.”

 

V hugged her back. “Don't let go.”

 

Obviously Jay did as she asked. Nothing bad would happen with her wife as her anchor. A few more minutes and V relaxed a little. The tiny waves felt nice. She felt secure. Safe. But that could only last so long.

 

“Thank you, darling. But I'd like to go back to shore.” V’s voice was very uneven.

 

“I hear you. Thank you for trying.” Jay let her go.

 

V scuttled back to the big towel like a scared child. She took a deep breath. We're teaching the baby how to swim. No questions. Back to her book.

 

Before Jay got too pruney she walked out of the water. Then a man stopped her. He looked like a local, no bag or shirt. It seemed like a friendly conversation… Until it wasn't. He kept getting closer, practically hovering over Jay. She looked distressed. He was way taller than her, imposing. 

 

V wasn't all too strong herself, but no one was going to hurt her wife. She put her book down and walked over. This caused Jay to look a little more panicked. I shouldn't… But I'll do anything for you.

 

“Who's your new friend here, darling?” V stepped beside Jay, not in front because then it would become a confrontation.

 

“He's umm…” Jay was clearly lost.

 

“Name’s Jordan. You her friend?” Jordan asked dumbly.

 

V held Jay's hand and kept an even tone. “I'm her wife. I think it's about time we get going. Busy evening. You understand.”

 

The man shifted to block their path. “Wife? Seriously. Right.” He rolled his eyes. “You don't have to play like that. We could all have some fun. I know a great bar tourists don't know about.”

 

V stiffened a bit. Blocking their path and trying to get them both? Cocky. “You think you could take both of us? I doubt it.”

 

Jay seemed alarmed at where the conversation was going, but V squeezed her hand in reassurance. Trust me. I'll handle it. Jay stayed silent.

 

“Oh? Well you could at least give me a try.” Jordan shrugged like it was casual.

 

“I don't think you're man enough for what we're into.”

 

“What? Haha, try me.” He stepped closer, egging her on. 

 

She looked to her sides. No one was looking. Grand. She went right for his crotch and twisted. A firm grip. A grip built up from years of having to move around while using a wheelchair. Strong. Not as strong as Jay, but serious. No give.

 

He yelped out in pain and lurched forward. V whispered in his ear. “I hope you're into torture. My smallest dildo starts at 18 inches. But I think I'll use the 22 on you.”

 

Once Jordan was released he fell to the ground. Pathetic. He got up as quickly as possible, fumbling along the way. 

 

“F-freak!” He yelled as he ran, tail between his legs.

 

Disgusting. V shook her hand like it was now tainted from touching him. She felt a little insane. She was typically the one to prevent a fight. Talk it out, figure out a solution. But V knew men like Jordan. Met them several times in college. You don't reason with them. You scare them. Permanently. Hoping they learned their lesson forever. And honestly? V twisted pretty hard. Maybe too hard.

 

She turned to see Jay's face was as red as a tomato. “Are you ok, angel? He didn't hurt you, right?”

 

Jay grabbed both of V’s arms and leaned in a little. “That was terrifying.”

 

“I understand. He was pretty imposing and –”

 

A whisper. “That was so hot.”

 

It was V’s turn to go red. “I uh… What??”

 

Jay was practically drooling. “I usually don't get intimidated by guys like that but he was so tall. I just froze. But you scared him.”

 

“Well yeah I–”

 

“I've seen you get possessive on occasion… But the way you said you're my wife? God I want you to fuck me so bad.”

 

V felt a little overwhelmed, but in a good way. “Right now?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Ok. V went right to packing everything up. Apparently that was too slow. Jay threw everything together, even the umbrella somehow fit in the bag. It was insane how fast Jay was able to move when she wanted to. Suddenly, V was lifted off the sand. Huh? Jay walked quickly with V in a bridal carry.

 

“J-Jay I can walk on my own.” V wiggled a little in protest.

 

“I love you so much, but you walk too slow and I need you to save your energy.” Jay kept her eyes forward.

 

V didn't question further. Sure, she felt a little awkward as everyone stared at them, but she'd get over it. How Jay was acting? Completely feral. She wouldn't get over that. It was so hot. V could feel she was already a little wet. If anyone else had tried this with V before, she would have gone into a state of shock and panic. But Jay? The love of her life? Her heart was racing, blood heating up at breakneck speed.

 

The receptionist tried to ask if they were ok, but she was promptly ignored. Jay kept true to her mission and got them inside the door. She gently let V down and tossed their beach bags to the side. Sand all over the entryway.

 

V made a stop motion with her hand before Jay could launch in again. “We need to rinse off. Sand can be dangerous.”

 

Jay blinked, slowing down for a moment. “Ok. I hear you.”

 

Jay stripped so quickly V didn't have time to process that she was stripped as well. It was all very dizzying, but V went along. Shower, rinse, dry. Then, V was on the bed. 

 

“Hold on. Hold on. Dino.” V sat up.

 

Jay seemed to glitch for a moment before taking a deep breath and sitting on the bed. “I'm so sorry. Everything happened too quickly. I didn't mean to overwhelm you.”

 

“Hey, darling.” V shifted so their knees touched. “Don't apologize. I just need a second. God, I forgot you could go that fast.”

 

Jay chuckled in earnest. “Yeah, me too.”

 

V grabbed the hair tie on the dresser and put her hair into a low ponytail. “Seriously, it's all good. But let's get ready the proper way. Ok?”

 

Jay nodded sweetly. “Ok.”

 

Since this would likely be intense, V did a few stretches. Her muscles were thankfully already pretty forgiving that day, so it didn't take long. Jay grabbed water out of the fridge and they each took a sip. It was time to get that energy going again. 

 

“I don't think I've ever seen you get this excited. Should I start picking fights with tall men?” A gentle roll of humor, not serious.

 

Jay practically cackled. “Oh my God no… Pick fights with shorter guys. That'll be a lot easier.”

 

V let out a full, genuine laugh to her response. “Noted. Fight shorter guys for wife. My wife.” 

 

Jay sucked in a stuttering breath. “Y-yeah?”

 

“Of course. I have no problem scaring them off. I'm happy to.” V got an idea. She grabbed the gift box and slowly pushed it in front of Jay. “I'd do anything you ask. Say the word.”

 

A spark lit behind Jay's eyes. “Would you punch them?” 

 

“Anything. Whatever your heart desires.”

 

“What if one of them put their hands on me?”

 

V pushed down a nasty response within her. Keep it simple. “I'd kill him.”

 

Another shaky breath, a lean forward. “Honestly, that's a little scary… Because I believe you.”

 

“There's something you must understand about me. When I say I would do anything? I mean it.” V let her eyes darken. Not in a hard way, but a passionate way.

 

“Say that again.”

 

“I mean it.”

 

“Fuck.”

 

They stared at each other. A knowing. A want. No, a primal need. Jay finally acknowledged the box and opened it. Her eyes widened in delight.

 

“Who gave you this?” Jay took the dildo out and felt the weight of it.

 

“Sky. I'm not entirely sure where she got the audacity, but I appreciate her sentiment.” V made sure her ponytail was secured.

 

Seeing it again, it truly was a monster of a cock. Blue and purple with stars embedded in the silicone. Seeing Jay hold it… Maybe it was 18 inches? V tilted her head. No, maybe 14. And it was girthy.  

 

“A penny for your thoughts?” V grabbed the harness.

 

Woah. She felt the texture in her hand. It wasn't just real leather, it was soft and sturdy. The craftsmanship? Immaculate.

 

“Let's do it.” Jay was glowing with anticipation.

 

V gave her a sly smile as she slipped the dick out of Jay's hands. It was easier to attach it to the harness than she expected. Jay looked about ready to pounce, so V adjusted herself. Sat on the edge of the bed. Her lover happily sat on her lap. 

 

“You're gorgeous, Jay.” V caressed Jay’s hips, hot and tender.

 

“Thank you, V. I love you.” Jay kissed V’s forehead and squeezed her a little with her knees.

 

“I love you too.” V pulled Jay into a kiss.

 

It quickly turned sloppy when Jay added tongue. Messy and wanton. A sweet burning desire. V let her hands trail over Jay's back. Her hips. Her ass. Soft.

 

Jay dipped into V’s neck and continued kissing her. Large hickeys placed on her shoulder. They'd show up blue and purple tomorrow. She also sneakily stole V’s hair tie. 

 

“Hey!” V chuckled. “Why'd you do that?”

 

“I love your long hair. I want to see it get frizzy.” Jay's eyes were dark with desire.

 

“That gets you going?” V let the mischief show on her face as she moved to Jay's tits.

 

A shaky breath. “Watching you come undone? I live for it.”

 

That slapped the restraint out of V. She leaned it and licked Jay's nipples until they raised slightly. This caused her lover to throw her head back. V used the access to leave hickeys of her own. On her breasts, collarbone, and neck. She gently tilted Jay's head back to whisper into her ear.

 

“Now. Be a good girl… And sit.”

 

Jay obeyed and positioned her to take the strap. She carefully took the head in. And even that was a lot. It really opened her up. V patted Jay's hips in support.

 

“God, I've only imagined sitting on something so big before.” Jay took a little more in.

 

“Don't hurt yourself, darling. Take your time.” V was a little worried. Maybe this was a bad idea.

 

Jay gripped V’s shoulder and looked her dead in the eyes. “Make me wetter.”

 

V’s heart skipped a beat. More? She was already dripping. But, she was happy to try and help. If that's what Jay wanted. 

 

“Oh honey, of course. Anything for my favorite whore.” V dug her nails into Jay's hips. Sharp, but not enough to draw blood. “I know you can do it.”

 

A moan, a little further down. Jay dug her nails in, mirroring V’s action. But the pain stung a bit more where Jay left hickeys. V let out a gasping moan. Wait… Jay planned this. A genius. 

 

“God.” V gritted a little, the pain and pleasure tickling at her senses. “You know me too well. Fuck. Such a good girl.”

 

“That's right baby. I see you.” A little more.

 

Just to tease V even further, she pulled her nails forward. Scratch marks left behind. This caused V’s hips to buck up a little. In that moment, they both felt the same kind of pleasure. A beautiful pain. Jay got the bravery to slide the rest of the way down. Fully sat on V’s lap.

 

They both panted, but V spoke first. “H-how does that feel?”

 

“I'm… So full. It's… Astonishing.” Jay was having a hard time catching her breath. 

 

V casually reached over and grabbed a water bottle. She drank as much as she needed. Then, left a little more in her mouth. She fed it to Jay. Who greatly appreciated it. 

 

“Thank you, baby.” Jay was finally back to normal.

 

“You're welcome.” V put the water back.

 

Somehow they were both sweating. Jay didn't care and touched their foreheads together. This moment? Forever tattooed on the inside of my brain. Timeless. When Jay pulled back and started circling her hips? V thought she might pass out. Either of them, both of them.

 

Jay's eyes rolled to the back of her head for a moment. “Oh. My. Goddess.”

 

“Holy shit. You take me so well. This is… Wonderful.” V truly was in awe. Who knew humans could be so stretchy?

 

Jay took V’s hand and placed it on her stomach. She could feel the dick inside of her. Fascinated, she ran her hand down it. That caused Jay to shiver pleasantly. Hmmm… V slowly trailed her hand all the way down until she got to Jay's clit. 

 

Her wife came instantly. Jay nearly fell over, but V was able to catch her. She could feel come soaking her ass and thighs. It was exhilarating.

 

“How are you feeling?” V checked in, a shiver playing at the edge of her question.

 

“So full… So good.” Tears streamed down Jay's face.

 

V felt a little feral so she licked them off her face. Jay didn't seem to find that odd at all. In fact she leaned into it. And when V touched her nipples again? More tears.

 

“Help me.” Jay whimpered.

 

“With what, angel?” Just a genuine ask.

 

“Move. I want… More.”

 

No further instructions needed. V positioned her hands around as much of Jay's thighs as possible. Leveraged the best she could and did as requested. Jay let out a moan she had never heard before. Deep, guttural, wanting. Jay couldn't move too much on her own, but with V’s help? She was able to keep a short thrusting motion. Another touch of her clit and she was gone.

 

“V…” It seems like Jay wanted to ask a question, but was lost in her haze.

 

“What is it, honey? Use your words.” V cooed quietly.

 

“Did you… Bring a smaller… Dick?” She was finally able to get it out.

 

“Of course. Is this one too much?” 

 

“Yes… Good… But I can't…”

 

“It's ok, angel. You did incredibly. Let's use the other one.”

 

Very, very carefully Jay got off the dildo. But once she was fully off? Her juices flowed freely down her thighs. Jay quivered at the feeling and gripped the wall for stability.

 

“Are you sure you want to continue?” V detached the dick from the harness. It was so covered and slick she almost couldn't get a grip on it.

 

“I need it. I need you to thrust into me. Please.” Jay looked so ruined already, but V understood.

 

“I hear you. One moment.” 

 

V hopped over to the bathroom and cleaned the massive cock off. Mostly so she wouldn't keep losing grip on it. She cleaned some of the come off her own thighs and harness. Better. She stepped back into the room to see Jay half flopped on the bed, her ass up and legs spread.

 

Right. Yes. V quickly got into her bag and grabbed Jay's favorite. The ombre one. She looked over and smiled. Loose and goofy.

 

“Did you…?” Jay let out a low giggle.

 

“You know I did.” V made a show of filling the compartment with the fake come.

 

“Ooooh pleeeeaase.” Jay begged and shook her ass.

 

“Since you asked so nicely.” V walked over, was glad to see a towel set up, and slipped right into Jay's waiting hole.

 

“Yeah… This… You could fuck me all night… Just with this.” Jay rambled into the air.

 

“My stamina has gotten better, but not by that much, angel.” V laughed, keeping a steady pace.

 

“Whatever you can give me, baby…. I'll take it.” Her moans were completely messy. Barely audible.

 

“I'm sorry, love. You'll have to speak clearer.” V immediately stopped.

 

That was immediately met with a needy whine. She repeated herself. Then added, “God please, just fuck me until I can't think.”

 

“I'll try.” V pulled out and slammed back in as hard as possible.

 

A debauched moan, similar to the low one a bit earlier. “God fuck me. Breed me. Get me pregnant.”

 

V gave Jay’s ass a nice smack. “That is inevitable, my love. You will have our children.”

 

“Yeah… Oh yes.” Jay moved just a little to meet V’s thrusts.

 

“And you know what? Maybe we will have four kids all at once. My DNA is just so strong.” V loved to riff on Jay's fantasies.

 

“Yes. God. Please fill me up. Make me carry all of your children. Ah! Harder.” Jay clearly wanted to slur her words, but she was a good girl and followed directions.

 

V thrusted a little harder. “I love it when you beg. Your voice is like heaven to my ears.”

 

Jay pushed back a little harder and let out a keening moan. “You’re so good to me. Ahhh. Please. Come inside. Deep inside of me.”

 

“Anything for my angel.” 

 

V thrusted as deep and as hard as her body would let her without hurting herself. Pounding with a magical fervor. Just after Jay came V released the come. She always adored the sound Jay made when she did that. Filthy. After the release, V just stood there for a bit. Let it sit. 

 

“Thank you… That was perfect.” Jay panted.

 

“You're welcome.” V pulled out in one fell swoop.

 

Jay shivered a little and fully relaxed into the bed. Come flowed freely down to the towel and her legs. A spectacular sight to see. So good, V just stood there and stared for a bit. Jay didn't seem to mind one bit. A heated silence.

 

After a bit V slipped her strap off and stretched again. “Dinner?”

 

“Yes. I'm starving.” Jay flipped over so it was easier for her to get up.

 

“Should we shower and go out or eat in?” 

 

“Let's order in. Get something on the expensive part of the menu.”

 

“Sure. Let's do it.”

 

The couple thoroughly cleaned. Together. Lots of fluids to take care of. But it didn't take long. They ordered, took a quick shower together, and ate in bed. They wore the robes given by the resort and ate a satisfying meal in peace. Definitely worth the extra money. Perfect flavors mixed together. V felt a twinge of sadness. They'd be leaving soon. Going back to work. Getting back to the grind.

 

But she'd hold this week dear. A time spent in paradise. Sure, it wasn't perfect. But it was Jay. And it was them. And it was a fantastic celebration of their love. Their marriage.

 

***

 

Jay and V tumbled in with their bags. Home. It had been some time since V had been away and the smell felt brand new. It settled her back into reality. A reality she was happy to be a part of. 

 

Getting back to the normal was easier than V expected. Grocery shopping, doctor’s appointments, the usual. But they were married. And V had Jay’s last name. Heaven.

 

One evening, V was working a bit later than usual when Jay got home. She shuffled in and immediately started making dinner. Huh? No greeting?

 

“Hello, darling. How was your day?” V peeked over her monitor.

 

“Hey, baby. It was fine… Jose wants to come over.” Her tone was unusually mysterious.

 

“Ok. Right now? It's a little late.” 

 

“Yeah. Now…”

 

A beat.

 

Ok, she's worried. V finished typing and slowly got up. Her lower back was bugging her, but this was more important. Jay moved robotically. Autopilot. V gently placed her hand on Jay's back. Her lover was more tense than she had anticipated.

 

“Angel…” V broke the silence.

 

“I just… I'm worried.” Jay put her hand on the counter and let her head droop down.

 

“What are you worried about?” 

 

“When Jose agreed to help with the IVF, I thought we laid everything out. But… It was all technical stuff…” Jay watched as the pot of water started to boil.

 

“That sounds right… Are you saying we missed something?” Without thinking, V handed Jay the box of pasta.

 

“We didn't really think about the emotional aspect of it.”

 

A screeching halt. “What do you mean?”

 

Jay threw the pasta in. “He's coming over to discuss his… Role.”

 

“But he doesn't have a role? It'll be our baby.” 

 

“That's just it…”

 

Suddenly it clicked. The indication. What did Jose want to be considered as? A father? An uncle? Simply put, the donor? Somehow, in their months of planning, they didn't talk about it. Hadn't considered it. Shit.

 

They both went rigid. A dumb mistake. V moved her computer enough to fit three people at the table. Jay finished dinner and just stood there. 

 

A knock. 

 

Jay immediately walked over and opened the door. There he was, in the flesh. He was dressed in scrubs. Probably came over straight from work. Jay invited him in, sitting him at the head of the table. He graciously accepted dinner as the couple sat on either side of him. Silence.

 

“Ah, sorry for the short notice. I've just… It's been on my mind.” Jose brushed a curly loc out of his face.

 

“Of course. It's ok.” Jay's jaw was tense.

 

“It’s good to see you again. Thank you for coming to our wedding.” V realized she needed to be the anchor here, she needed to keep the flow.

 

“Oh, no problem. It was a beautiful ceremony. I hope you come to mine one day.” Jose offered, sincerely.

 

“So please, speak your mind.” V wanted to skip any further pleasantries. The tension was too much.

 

“Ahem, right.” Jose took a deep breath. “I don't want to be involved. At all.”

 

The couple sighed in relief. He sensed it immediately, popping the bubble with a smile. A gorgeous smile. Whoever his future husband was should feel honored. He finally ate some of the pasta.

 

V gestured with her fork. “There's only one scenario I'm thinking of though…”

 

Jose tilted his head. “What's that?”

 

“What if our child asks about you? What if, despite us, they want to get to know you?”

 

He chuckled, free and honest. “Then you can tell them. But only then. I'm not going to deny that we're related. That would be cruel.”

 

Jay seemed warmed by that idea. Her muscles fully let go. “Thank you, Jose. That means a lot to me. Especially if we ever have medical questions.”

 

“Of course. I provided what I could to the clinic, but if you need anything else? Let me know.” Jose happily nodded as he ate.

 

“So what's the title we should tell them?” V just needed clarification.

 

“Right. Uncle is fine. Calling me dad wouldn't be appropriate.” He looked between the women. “After all, they'll have two moms.”

 

Jay and V smiled at each other. They couldn't have dreamed of a better option. Jay's intuition was right again. The rest of the dinner went swimmingly. It was revealed that Jose was only a college student when he delivered Lisa. Not even in his residency. Because of that incident on the train, it changed his trajectory forever.

 

Jose had apparently gone into medical school at his father's request. He felt aimless in life. No final goal. Since being gay made his relationship with his parents strained, he figured he could make up for it in his career. It didn't. And that sent him into a spiral. Using the knowledge he had already learned from his grandma, a midwife, and his textbooks, he was able to safely deliver Lisa. 

 

That made him realize where he was needed. So now, he was an ob/gyn. He coveted life and helped people have a safe delivery. But that didn't give him a desire for children of his own. It simply made him appreciate the process. 

 

“This family? Our family? It made me realize who I was meant to be. My parents passed with hatred for me in their hearts. But I'm a part of something here. I am loved. And I love you both. As cousins. I would be honored to do the delivery, if you'd let me.” Jose wiped away a stray tear. He was so open and honest, it was incredibly endearing.

 

No doubt, no reason to question. Jay spoke up. “Of course. That'd be amazing.”

 

“Hospital or home? I'm always happy to do a house call for family.” 

 

Jay looked at V for a moment. A nod, a knowing. “Let's do a home delivery.”

 

“Excellent. I'll give you more details when your IVF is successful.” Jose ran the line between sounding excited and professional.

 

V appreciated that. “Thank you again, Jose.”

 

He simply nodded in response. A humble man. Smart and caring? With both Jay and Jose’s genes? She took comfort in the fact that she succeeded in her wishes, they'd look like Jay. Not only that, they'd have so much support behind them. The love and care they deserved. And if they were born with the muscle disorder V had? They'd never have to worry about ridicule or someone acting like that was a burden. They'll be accepted, no matter how they come out. That worry shrunk. Still there, as she couldn't help it, but so much smaller.

 

***

 

V and Jay stood outside the clinic. It was a chilly November day. And it was time. V squeezed Jay's hand in silent support. I am here for you, however you need me. They walked in together.

 

Dr West greeted them with way too much energy, but Jay seemed to appreciate her enthusiasm. The doctor reaffirmed what was happening, four eggs with combination of the three DNAs would be inserted. It was rare for all of them to take hold, but if they did, they had options. Otherwise, one would likely succeed.

 

The procedure looked awkward, but Jay took it like a champ. No complaints. But once West was done? She let out a sigh of relief. It was definitely uncomfortable in reality. And when they got home? Jay was cramping. A normal response. Still…

 

“Don't worry, darling. I'll take care of dinner. You just settle in and pick a movie. Ok?” V patted Jay's shoulder.

 

“Ugh… Ok, baby. I appreciate it.” Jay sat on the couch and tried to get comfortable. “It's like the period cramps I used to get in high school. Gross.”

 

“Wait until you hear what pregnancy is like.” V teased while getting the ingredients out of the fridge.

 

This thankfully garnered a hardy laugh out of Jay. “You have a good point.”

 

A chuckle of acknowledgement, then V was off. She made sandwiches. Simple, but satisfying. That's usually what Jay wanted on her period, anyways. Or something greasy. Jay noticed and smiled, pink blush sitting high on her cheeks.

 

“I hope our child has your mind.” Jay hummed as she started the documentary she picked out. One they had seen before, but it was a classic.

 

“I hope our child is a carbon copy of you.” V took a bite of her sandwich.

 

“Rude.” Jay joked. “I think it's only fair. They look like me and they think like you.”

 

“I'm not being rude. I'm just… Manifesting? If I think about it hard enough, it'll happen.”

 

Jay flicked V. “Then I'll manifest even harder.”

 

“You're on.”

 

They launched jokes at each other all evening… Except they weren't joking. Sure, they had good humor about it, but their wishes stayed the same. Please, look like my lover. 

 

The next few days were a challenge since Jay spent those days cramping. But V was able to keep up. It did make her worry, though. What if the pregnancy was hard? Would Jay be ok? V hoped that everything would work out. It had to. Jay shouldn't have to experience extreme pain.

Chapter 2: Devotion

The traditional family get together. This time, it was a bring your own dish sort. Usually it was three or more mothers cooking all day. But Jay decided to start a movement. Let's not all place the burden on them. And it was widely accepted. Maybe that's how it would always be?

 

Since it would take a little bit to get all the dishes warm again, everyone spent time talking. The kids were playing. It was a beautiful sight. Now? V was directly a part of it. In the middle of it. Inextricably tied.

 

She was so well accepted that people started sharing family gossip… And secrets. Because they knew her. Because she wouldn't tell another soul. But obviously, V would consider telling Jay. That was inevitable, whether people realized it or not.

 

Just before dinner, V noticed George was missing. Hmm? Sure, he was still in his emo phase, but he was always outside with everyone. He was considerate of his presence at any party. 

 

V walked up to Jake. “Hey, how's it going?”

 

“Hi Auntie V! It's going well.” He seemed just as chipper as always. It was clear how much he loved spending time with family.

 

“Have you seen George? I haven't seen him since we arrived.”

 

Jake thought for a moment. “You're right. The last time I saw him he was heading to the bathroom. Maybe he's inside?”

 

Something gripped at V’s stomach. A feeling. A bad one. She wasn't sure why, but she made sure it didn't read on her face. V simply walked inside. Slowly talked to people to try and get additional details. Isla’s house was huge and V needed to narrow down where he could be.

 

Then finally, an aunt had an important detail. “I saw him go upstairs. He said something about adults being losers. Teenagers? Am I right?”

 

Sure. V just nodded and went upstairs. She figured he wouldn't go into Isla’s bedroom or any of her children’s rooms. He wasn't in any of the bathrooms. Then she found another clue. The door to the attic was left ajar. Bingo.

 

It was a bit difficult, but she was able to get up the stairs without being seen. And she heard it. Emo music that was popular when she was a kid. Funny how trends come back around. V peeked around and saw him. George was smoking weed out a window. Classic.

 

V finally made her presence known and this scared George shitless. He tried to put the blunt out quickly, but it only made everything more obvious. Awkward.

 

“D-don't tell my dad!” He yelped, frightened like a deer.

 

V sat on the chair across from him. It creaked, an antique that wasn't taken care of. “What are you doing up here by yourself?”

 

George quickly switched to confusion. “I… I hate being here.”

 

V chuckled. She was familiar with the dumb lies teens told. Knew them all well. She needed to approach this carefully. Delicately.

 

“I understand. I'm not a big fan of crowds myself.” Which was true, but exaggerated.

 

“Liar. You love this stupid family.” George stared out the window, crossing his arms. “You married into it.”

 

“I don't think it's a crime to love someone. So I don't know, man.” V shrugged casually. “What makes you think this family is stupid? You think you're too good for it?”

 

He sounded utterly offended. “What? I didn't say that. It's just… They don't understand…”

 

That last part, something was missing there. Something deeper than teenage angst. V felt that pull at her gut again. Her instinct was tearing at her from the inside.

 

“I hear you.” V moved from the chair to sit on one of the pillows George stole from downstairs. “Can I tell you a story? It's something I've never told anyone. Not even Jay.”

 

George‘s attention immediately snapped to V. But he tried to keep his facade up. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

 

“When I talk about my family. My blood family… I don't ever talk about my father. I usually talk around him, like he was never there. But he was. When I was little.” V rubbed her arm. “He was really nasty. My mom tried to make up for it. She had so much love and creativity within her. But my father? He'd do anything to tear you down. Yell at you… Mock you, belittle you. But when that didn't work?”

 

George seemed to get the implication, which made V feel awful. Whether he had witnessed it or been a part of it? It didn't matter. Abuse in any form? Unacceptable. But if George has experienced it, what was it? That's what really clawed at V.

 

“My mom had the courage to kick him out when I was eight. But that took a lot. And in the end, it still hurt. To think… A father would do something like that to his child…” V tried not to let the memories overtake her. It was trauma she didn't like to relive.

 

“Or step mom…” George finally admitted.

 

And there it was. His step mom was abusing him. A dam had broken. V remembered seeing her a few times before since around the time V started getting close to Jay. She seemed nice, but so did her father. Sometimes abusers wear the best mask.

 

V got serious, but kept her tone even. “What did your step mom do?”

 

George looked wildly uncomfortable. He hugged himself tight. Trying to soothe himself. V could feel her heart aching. This was bad. Really bad.

 

“She… She hits me when… When I don't…” He hugged himself even harder. Rocked back and forth.

 

This wasn't some dramatic emo phase… This was a cry for help. A genuine one that had been ignored for too long. A lot of things suddenly clicked into place. The way his step mom acted around him in public. The way he flinched. How he pushed his grandma away. 

 

“Did she…” V started to choke up. Please… I can't be right. I don't want this to be an accurate hunch.

 

“Everytime I try to tell my dad he says I'm just… Jealous of their love… That I'm making up stories…” George cried, sobbed openly.

 

No. Fuck. V’s entire body lit up with a burning need. He deserved to feel safe. His own family had let him down. For too long. Not today. She got up as quickly as possible.

 

“I hear you, George. Let me take care of it.” She was about to leave.

 

“Please… No… I don't want to get in trouble.” It was hard for the boy to talk through his tears.

 

“You are not in trouble… You trusted me with this. I will do what I can to make this right. Ok?” All the empathy she could express came out.

 

“I… Ok.”

 

“Stay here. I'll send someone up. Is that ok?”

 

“Ok…”

 

Now, V had a mission. While George was crying she saw he had a bruise on his neck. A suspicious shape. That's all she needed. But she was going to make this as right as she could. She talked to Jake and was able to convince him to get to the attic. She talked to direct supporters, people she knew she could trust. They understood and also felt the weight for not noticing sooner. Suddenly understanding things in hindsight.

 

This caused a rage to boil to a fever pitch. She was good for too long. She let her impulses get the best of her. V walked outside and took a quick scan. Target sighted. Right in the middle of a mundane conversation V sucker punched the step mom dead in the face.

 

Obviously this took everyone by surprise. Most people froze, not sure what to do. Nothing like that had ever happened before. Not even George’s dad knew what to do. Seemingly on instinct the step mom tried to fight back, but V had the upper hand. She got several punches in before Jay grabbed her and restrained her.

 

“I know what you did, you filthy bitch!” V screamed angrily.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The step mom responded, holding her bloody nose.

 

“No one will ever forgive you when they find out what you did to George!” V’s voice was filled with pure ire and conviction.

 

The fact the other woman didn't respond had people gasping in surprise. V wouldn't expose her, she'd do that all on her own. The police came shortly after. The step mom tried to get V arrested for assaulting her… But no one but George’s dad would confirm the story. CPS followed behind. George came out with Jake holding his hand. He was still crying. And unfortunately, he needed to be taken away for further questioning. A couple people offered to take him. Only his grandma was approved to accompany him.

 

The whole night became a disaster. People fighting and arguing. One uncle instigated a fight, but Jose was able to break it up. The kids were completely confused. It was pure chaos. And because V wouldn't share details, it made people even more frustrated with her. Why would she ruin such a lovely evening? Why would she split the family on another matter? What the fuck was even going on?

 

Yet, without a hint or clarification, Jay supported V. All the way. No questions asked. Because Jay knew. V wouldn't lie about something serious. And she wouldn't assault someone for no reason. 

 

Poor Isla finally had enough and kicked people out. That was the final say, so it was obeyed. Her house, her rules. But she was thankfully one of V’s supporters. They gathered in the kitchen and V explained herself a bit better. Not fully, that would be up to George himself. Jay burst into tears. Jose and Isla looked like they might get sick. 

 

“I'm… I'm sorry.” V rubbed her temples. “I should have been more civil about it.”

 

Jay gripped her shoulder. “DO NOT apologize for sticking up for George. We failed him for so long…”

 

Jose spoke up. “We can't do that. Make this about what we didn't do when we didn't know. That's not fair. George is going to need us. We need to be strong.”

 

Isla shook her head. “You both have a point. We have to live with the fact that he'll be traumatized. But we have to support him. Sometimes? That might be crying with him. Whatever he needs.”

 

They discussed things a little further, but that was it. A family shattered to its very core. V and Jay got home. There was so much to say and yet nothing else to talk about. They didn't rest well that night.

 

***

 

At the beginning of December, things were finally revealed. And anyone who doubted? They were made believers. The step mom? With the mounting evidence against her? She was set for trial. It was agreed she'd go guilty, no trial. Nothing to stand on. George’s dad, however? He thought it would be a good idea to go to trial. Prove his innocence.

 

However, the whole family was against him now. Disowned. Only one person would be going to the trial… His son because he’d need to testify. V believed him. That he told his dad multiple times what was happening. And with the step mom’s confession? The trial would be a waste of time and emotional strength George didn't have. 

 

The family was glad to hear the judge took the case details to heart and was mercifully able to put him away, no big trial. George was now the representative of his line. His grandma took him in. For however long she could.

 

A Friday came and V got a message she didn't expect. George wanted to come by. No question, Jay and V accepted. His grandma brought him by. Made everyone get out except V.

 

They just sat there. George stared at his hands on the table. It was like he wanted to cry, but couldn't. V couldn't start the conversation. She wouldn't. He needed to take this journey by himself. Whatever support he needed, the family would give. But it was whatever he dictated.

 

“V?” George finally spoke.

 

“Yes, George?” V left the table open.

 

“I hate you…” 

 

That took V back a little. She had been prepared for a lot of things, but not that. “I'm… Sorry.”

 

“My parents are in jail because of you… Now all I have is my grandma… I have to move schools.” George slammed his fists on the table. 

 

“I hear you–”

 

“No you don't… You don't care. You just wanted to play the hero. Telling on my parents won't make up for what your dad did to you.”

 

V gasped. That was low. Lower than George had ever gone before. She had been vulnerable with him, only for him to spit it back out at her. She balled up her fists under the table.

 

“Listen. I know you're hurting, but I did what I thought was right… Sure, it was something I had wished someone could have done for me when I was a kid. That doesn't take away from the fact that you were in danger…”

 

“It… It doesn't matter!” George got up from the table. “I don't have family anymore! I'm an outcast.”

 

“You are not an outcast. You will always have a family.”

 

“Shut up! Shut up!” George grabbed his head. “Shut up!”

 

“You are my family. And I'm sorry you hate me. But I love you.”

 

“Fuck you! You'll never understand!” George ran out, past his grandma and Jay, right to the car. He slammed the door and faced away from the house.

 

Grandma and Jay looked a little bewildered. After they finished up their conversation they went their separate ways. When Jay got into the house V was bawling her eyes out. She slowly walked up to her. V turned and leaned into Jay's stomach.

 

“He hates me. Everyone hates me.” V cried like a baby.

 

Jay hugged her head. “No. He doesn't hate you. And I can assure you, the family doesn't hate you. This is just a tough time for everyone.”

 

“Nothing compares to what George is feeling right now…”

 

“Of course, baby. Just give him time. He will come around. I promise.”

 

“He has every right not to speak to me again.”

 

“But he will. He's just not ready. He thought he was and he wasn't. That's ok.”

 

“Right…”

 

V just had to accept it. There was no way around it. For her own sanity, she had to believe Jay. Had to believe George would be alright. One day. But not today.

 

“Um… Jay… I need to tell you something.” V let her go so she could sit.

 

She sat. “What is it?”

 

And she finally told her about her father. Everything he did. Jay was sad she hadn't talked about him sooner, but understood. Frankly, V never had any intentions of talking about him again. But it felt wrong to leave Jay out of the loop. In the end, V didn't regret it, but she was extraordinarily tired. Exhausted.

 

***

 

The holidays were coming soon and things were just starting to settle down. No one was in the mood for hosting. For trying to act normal. It was too close. It felt like the forecast cemented things in place. It felt like destiny since it hadn't snowed for two years.

 

V was feeling a little lost, so she stopped working early. The cold was settling into her joints again and she had grown weary. She laid on the couch and watched a comfort show. Eventually, she fell asleep.

 

Unfortunately she was greeted by nightmares. Of past memories, of future worries. A horrible combination. She startled awake, sweating and shouting. Jay ran over.

 

“Another nightmare?” Jay asked softly, kneeling down to be at her side.

 

“Yeah…” V caught her breath. “Sorry for screaming.”

 

“Don't apologize, baby. It's ok. But I am worried… Ever since the party…” 

 

“I’m just stressed. A natural response.” Jay gave her a deeply concerned look, so V continued. “I will talk to my therapist tomorrow. I'll bring it up.”

 

“That's my goddess.” Jay kissed her wife on the head before getting up. “I think I'm in the mood for beets.”

 

V sat up. Huh? “What? You never crave those.”

 

“I guess I'm just feeling healthy today.”

 

A beet?

 

“When was the last time you took a pregnancy test?” V sat up further to look at her wife in the kitchen.

 

Jay turned to look at her. “I haven't taken one yet. We've just been so busy I hadn't thought of it… Wait, do you think…?”

 

“I do. There's some tests in my bathroom cabinet. Give it a try.”

 

So she did. And time passed. Minutes went by. Was that a good sign or a bad sign? V decided, in the meantime, to get dinner prepped. She was grabbing the beef broth when she heard Jay walk in. When V turned she saw it. Jay's test in her hand read positive. 

 

“It worked. First try.” Jay was on the verge of tears. 

 

“That’s amazing, darling!” V put the broth down and gave Jay a hug.

 

Good news amongst the bad? It helped. Truly. A light at the end of the tunnel. It was official. V and Jay were going to have a baby. That put the baby’s due date in August. It wouldn't be in the middle of any anniversaries and, funny enough, there weren't many other birthdays around that time in the family. It felt so right. So perfect.

 

“Are you sure you want beets?” V asked as she let go of her lover.

 

“I do. Yeah. We still have some, right?” Jay chuckled awkwardly.

 

“We do. It'll be nice to share now.”

 

V had only ever bought them for herself, but if Jay was going to start craving them? That was just even more good news. V decided to make a soup and salad combo. Sure, it wasn't really something they had in December, but it felt appropriate. Once it was ready they sat on the couch.

 

“I just realized… Where should we put the baby?” Jay drank some of her soup.

 

“Well my room has space for a basket. They could sleep there until they're a bit older?” V posited. 

 

“Hmm… I think I could convert my walk in closet back into a bedroom. I'll get some help so I don't strain myself.” She planned out loud.

 

“Ok. That's fair.” 

 

“The attic is basically complete now. I could move my clothes up there.”

 

They went back and forth on preliminary plans while they ate dinner. Just the little things for now. There would be plenty of days ahead to think and brainstorm about things needed. It made V feel more steady. She'd let her mind get busy over work and the baby. It would help minimize thinking too hard about bad memories.

 

***

 

The snow came with a fury that would make anyone question whether mother nature was a real person or not. V was the one who salted the pathways this time. Jay could have done it, but V was slowly trying to take more responsibility for chores. Keeping her pregnant wife as relaxed as possible was her goal. 

 

After all, Jay was about 6 weeks pregnant by that point. Sure, she didn't have the vomiting symptom, but she was constantly nauseous. Have her salt the paths? Bend down a lot? Hell no. 

 

Jay sat on the couch with a frown on her face. Snow outside and an upset stomach was not a great combination. V gently encircled her wife with a blanket. One of her favorites.

 

“This sucks.” Jay whined.

 

“Understandable. Is there anything I can do to help?” V sat next to her.

 

“Would you massage my back a little?”

 

“Of course.”

 

It took a moment but Jay shifted so her back was to V. Odd position, but V didn't mind. Anything she could do to help. V started with Jay's shoulders. Thankfully it didn't take too long to release the knot there. But the further V went down, the tighter the muscles. So, extra caution was applied. V didn't want to hurt Jay and–

 

“Baby, please. I'm not fragile. You can go a little harder.” Jay groaned tiredly.

 

“If you're positive.” V shrugged and did as asked. 

 

She put more pressure into the tightened muscle. It felt like working through an overgrown maze. Difficult, the more you push the more of a mess you see. Maybe this needed to become a daily thing. At least once a week.

 

“V, harder.” Jay demanded.

 

Oh ok. Sure. So she went harder. This caused Jay's spine to let off a few pops, but if she pushed any harder she might leave bruises. Maybe their child would come out with strong muscles. V smiled at the thought of a buff baby. 

 

Then, V finally released it. This instantly turned Jay into pudding and she leaned back. Thankfully V was prepared so it just turned into both of them laying down, Jay on top.

 

“Thank you. I didn't realize I had been holding so much.” Jay sighed loudly.

 

“You're welcome. It's to be expected though, your body is changing. Growing and expanding for the baby.” V petted her wife's long black hair.

 

Jay lightly patted her belly. “But I'm not even showing yet.”

 

“It's a transition. You'll likely show soon, though.” 

 

“Meh.”

 

V chuckled. “Meh.”

 

***

 

New years came and went with no alcohol. The snow finally gave way and travel was safe again. So that meant Jay was right back to work. This had V worried, but she knew she had to trust. Jay knows her body best, she'll know when she's pushing herself.

 

But as it got closer to 8 weeks? Hell. Jay constantly had to come home early. Her mood leaned depressed and it was hard to overcome. V did her best, but there was only so much she could offer. It broke her heart every time Jay started to question if it was worth it. She didn't mean it, but that showed how much pain she was in.

 

It was really bad one Saturday. V’s usually bubbly and caring wife was a mess on the couch. Going between fits of crying and laughing. She didn't even notice when Alex and Ophelia came by. 

 

“Baby… I have a headache…” Jay cried.

 

“I'll get you an icepack. One moment.” V did as she said and lightly petted Jay on the arm.

 

“I'm sorry, V. Not right now.” 

 

“No need to apologize. Whatever you need.” V turned back to the two women. “Looks like it's just us three today. You two ready?”

 

They gave their nod of approval. V didn't go upstairs often since it was incredibly difficult, but she'd only need to do it once for the day. Hopefully. V showed Ophelia and Alex the walk in closet. It was a little bit of a mess, but thankfully most of the clothes were on hangers. Ophelia went up to the attic and they started a line. V would pick the clothes, Alex would be the middle man, and Ophelia would put the clothes up on the racks Jay bought. It was a well oiled machine.

 

Every so often V would put some clothes to the side. Things Jay wore relatively consistently. Anything else? Up it went. Thankfully since they worked so well together it didn't take much time. Just an hour or two. Alex checked in on Jay once, just to be sure.

 

Then, it was an empty room full of empty racks and brackets. Alex took care of that. Putting the old wire racks to the curb. Ophelia got everyone a snack and drink from the fridge. They took a little break.

 

“What color are you two thinking for this room?” Ophelia asked.

 

“What? You don't think we should keep it white?” V joked. “But honestly, we’re painting it yellow. If our child wants to change it later that's totally fine.”

 

“Aww, why not purple?” Alex teased.

 

“Hey, you have your own kids and you can paint their bedroom purple.” V matched her energy.

 

“Absolutely not. I'm marrying Helena and we're adopting a cat. That's the closest we'll get.” 

 

“Are you giving your cat a room?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

The group laughed at the goofy joke. They caught up a bit more before getting back to work. It was mostly Alex fixing the closet door and Ophelia doing a deep clean. V tried to help but her muscles were getting irritated. 

 

“Do you have any furniture yet? I'd be happy to help with that.” Alex looked ready to go.

 

“Not yet. We’re still deciding on logistics.” V rubbed her hip in pain.

 

“Logistics?”

 

“Whether we're getting the kind that latches to the bed or if it'll be separate. Taking care of this room was just a precaution. We likely won't bring the baby up until they're a bit older.” V explained as thoroughly as she could.

 

“Oh, I think I know what you mean. But…” Ophelia looked around like there was a conspiracy to be had. “I've got four kids. Let me tell you, you'll want to have a different bedroom.”

 

“I get that but I can't always climb the stairs. I want to be able to help as much as I can.” It's the least I can do. I'd never leave Jay to do it all herself.

 

“Are you going to be breastfeeding?”

 

“What??”

 

“I'm just saying Jay will be the one doing the night feedings, right? She goes to work and you stay at home to work. Maybe that's how you'll have to split it.” Ophelia was just trying to be empathetic about their situation.

 

But it still mildly irked V. She took a deep breath. No need to get snappy. “I'm going to help her in whatever capacity I can. No matter what.”

 

Ophelia clearly wanted to say more, but took Alex's glare as a warning. While Ophelia was a mother with a lot of experience, Alex understood their determination more. How Jay and V felt about child care and responsibility. 

 

After the women left with their appreciation gifts, sourdough bread V made, she went to check on Jay. She was sound asleep. V lovingly brushed some hair out of her wife's face. Exhausted. But still pretty. Still her dear wife.

 

“Amada?” Jay groaned lightly.

 

“What do you need, angel?” V’s voice was just above a whisper.

 

“Are people gone?”

 

“Mhmm.”

 

“My boobs hurt.”

 

V thought for a moment. “Do you want a new icepack?”

 

“Yes please.”

 

V picked up the old one. It was very warm which likely meant Jay hadn't gotten up in awhile. Good. She had a decent nap. She placed the old one in the freezer and brought out a new one. 

 

“Baby. Can you do me a favor?” Jay flopped so she was flat on her back.

 

“Anything.” V tried to hand Jay the pack.

 

“Hold that between your hands for five minutes.”

 

What? Whatever. V did as asked. Jay just laid there looking proud of herself. Did she maybe need it a bit warmer? Did she want the layer of frost off first? After the time was up, Jay lifted up her shirt. Her breasts exposed to the air.

 

V suddenly felt bashful for no reason. “So how do I….?”

 

Jay chuckled. “Put it between my boobs and squeeze. And you can get on top of me so it's easier.”

 

That comment made V go red. What was she, a teenager? She had seen her wife naked and in multiple compromising positions before. Fucked her in many positions. This was the thing that made her feel shy? Goofy. 

 

In the end, V followed orders. She straddled Jay's legs, put the pack between her boobs, and squeezed. Jay flopped her shirt back down, slightly trapping V’s hands. A massive grin crawled across her face.

 

“Why are you so red, my love?” Jay's eyes were bright and clear.

 

“I have no clue.” Seriously? Why?

 

“Is it the position? Or that you obeyed an order like you were a sub?” Jay teased.

 

Yes. That's it. Holy shit.

 

As a couple, they were pretty versatile. It's just it typically landed where V was the dom and Jay was the sub. V on top, Jay on bottom. When they switched? V was still in control much of the time.  It was playful. But giving orders? Jay didn't dabble in that much.

 

“I wish you could see your expression right now.” Jay chuckled, low and sweet.

 

V squirmed a little. “I can't help it. You're hot.”

 

Jay burst out laughing. “Thanks.” She put her hands on V’s thighs. “Are you horny?”

 

A wide blink. “I'm good.”

 

“That wasn't the question.”

 

“You're not feeling well.”

 

“What if I told you seeing you come would make me feel better?”

 

“I'd pass out?”

 

“But you said you'd do… Anything for me.” Jay's face was full of mischief.

 

V shuttered a little at how sexy Jay sounded. “O-ok…”

 

Jay's face also got a little red. Like she didn't even realize she'd be so bold. But it clearly lit a spark within her. Jay let one of her hands slide to V’s clothed crotch. A heat already residing there. So, she decided to tease through the clothes there.

 

A shaky gasp left V’s lips. “I-it's going to be hard… Holding the icepack in place…”

 

“Please keep your hands firmly planted.” Jay sounded like a teacher for a moment.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” V couldn't help herself.

 

For some reason Jay took that as a challenge. She reached into V’s underwear and went straight for the kill. Motioning her fingers just how V liked it. This caused V to tighten her thighs a bit. A lovely moan escaped.

 

“Don't call me ma’am.” Jay ordered.

 

“O-of course. My mistake.” V truly had a hard time keeping her grip steady.

 

“Try again. Be fun.”

 

“Lady…?” A hit to the perfect spot, a keening moan.

 

“Hmm… Don't like that. Again.”

 

“Missus?” A light gasp.

 

“That makes me sound old. Again.”

 

“Baby?”

 

“I like to call you that sometimes. Something new.”

 

“M-mommy?”

 

This caused Jay to seemingly error out. Like her brain temporarily went out of order. But not her hand, that kept going. Faster. 

 

Jay somehow got redder. “Say it again.”

 

“Mommy.” V repeated, voice uneven.

 

“More.”

 

“G-give it to me, mommy.” Jay impossibly got faster, causing V to lurch forward a bit.

 

“Are you close?” 

 

“Y-yes.”

 

“Then be good for mommy. Come on my hand.”

 

A few more circles and V did as asked. She tried her best not to fall forward, but it was hard because of the pain in her hip. Jay seemed to notice and tapped her thigh with her dry hand. She pulled back her slick hand and feasted. Maybe V would pass out anyway? No. She picked Jay's legs up, sat down, put her legs back over her own thighs. At last, she could catch her breath. 

 

Jay offered V the icepack. Yes. She took it. A moment of silence so V could cool down. 

 

“Ok. Mommy is reserved for this. One of us is Mom and the other is Ma or something.” Jay contemplated out loud.

 

“You can be mama. I'll be mom.” V posited.

 

“Brilliant.” Jay chuckled.

 

A beat.

 

“Did that… Actually make you feel better?” V was genuinely curious.

 

“Honestly? Yeah. I'd say it helped my mental health. Physically? It still sucks.” Jay gave her a thumbs up.

 

“I'm glad I could help then.” V looked at the time.

 

“I'm guessing you need to pee?”

 

“Yup. You're right. Going now.” 

 

V helped Jay get up and that was it. V relaxed into the couch while still holding the icepack to her hip. It truly was fun how sexually open she could be with her wife. How excited they both got in having all types of intimacy with one another. Knowing what the other liked.

 

***

 

It was about 10 weeks in and on a Sunday morning, V caught her lover furiously looking at something on her laptop. Huh? She grabbed cold brew coffee from the fridge and plopped down in the chair across from her. Her wife looked adorable as she focused. 

 

Jay was just starting to show. A small bump so far. But nine months, 40 weeks, is a long time. Maybe she'd get a lot larger? V was curious, but also patient.

 

“What are you looking at, darling?” V took a sip of coffee.

 

“Names.” Jay answered while typing. 

 

Right. Minor detail. Just an important part of having a child. V’s brain went blank for a moment.

 

“I've been trying to think through ideas. Sometimes you can forget how many names there are in the world.” Jay hummed thoughtfully.

 

“Very true. I um… Honestly, I hadn't thought of any yet.” V admitted.

 

“That's ok, baby. I just have too many ideas. I need to narrow them down.” A pause. “This should be fair, though. How about, since we've decided not to know the sex of our baby, you pick a boy name and I'll pick a girl name.”

 

“That does sound fair.” 

 

V hopped onto her computer. She pulled up a bunch of websites from historical names to baby name websites. A huge variety. And yet… Nothing was really calling to her. Naming a human being? That's a huge responsibility. 

 

“There's so many great names. I'm having a hard time picking between cute common ones and more unique ones.” Jay thoughtfully tapped her chin.

 

“I think somewhere in the middle is usually a good call.” V nodded to herself.

 

“Hmm. Ok.” Jay clicked something. “Would a floral name work? Is that weird?”

 

“I think that completely depends on the flowers. Rose, Lily, Heather? Normal. Pansy, Bluebird, Salvia? Maybe not.”

 

“Fair.” Jay looked over at V’s computer. “What direction are you thinking?”

 

“Honestly, I'm not sure. It's a little intimidating.”

 

“I feel the same. Let's just take our time. Compile a list. Narrow down from there.”

 

“You sound like a scientist.”

 

“A baby name scientist?”

 

They giggled a bit before going back to picking. And hours passed. Lots of joke names were shared. Snacks were passed. Jay got uncomfortable at one point and decided to walk around. 

 

Then, a Eureka moment.

 

“I've got it! I've got a boy name.” V smiled wide.

 

Jay walked back over. “What is it?”

 

“Jayce. Spelled J-A-Y-C-E.”

 

It looked like she was about to cry. “What? Really? You'd want to name our son after me?”

 

“Of course. I imagine nicknaming him Jay Jr. Or just junior? That'd be adorable.”

 

Jay hugged V to her stomach. “Ok, baby. I like that… Can I choose Viktoria then?”

 

V chuckled. “Maybe not a direct junior for me?”

 

A pause. “Is there a Czech version?”

 

That really touched V’s heart. She was proud of her heritage, but had lost a lot when her mom passed away. Most of what she had left were recipes and words. A little bit of her mother's accent.

 

“Viktorie.” V typed it out so Jay could see how it was spelled. “Vicky and Tori are cute nicknames.”

 

Jay checked the spelling and nodded. “Viktorie for a girl or Jayce for a boy. Perfect.”

 

She got up and pulled Jay into a warm hug. Not too tight since her stomach and breasts were sore. At that moment, she made a pact with herself. V was going to take the time to read up on her heritage. Learn more words. Take back her roots. Their child would know where they came from. It was meant to be. 

 

And she knew Jay would share too. Their child would understand their family. Their lineage, their legacy. Customs, food, celebrations. Something V never had growing up. The very thought made her heart sing.

 

***

 

It was about the 12 week mark when V finally got her glasses. Apparently her vision was much worse than she anticipated. Her glasses truly gave her a new perspective. The best part? She could see Jay better. Like she was in high definition.

 

Jay sat at the table with her phone in hand. “It seems like they still want to do the birthday party. It um… Sounds like not as many people will be showing up.”

 

V sighed. Her heart ached. “Should we… Go? Would I make people feel uncomfortable?”

 

Jay looked surprised. “Oh! You aren't in the family message group. Let me set you up.”

 

There's a whole group chat? V happily handed her phone over and Jay got to work. It didn't take long though. V looked at her phone to see she had downloaded a messaging app. It had subsections for different family matters. Handy.

 

“Go to the events chat.” Jay gestured with her hand.

 

V did so and she saw it. People poured in support for Jay and V. Saying they wouldn't go if V wasn't going. And they truly wanted her to be there. Especially Lisa, apparently. The people who weren't going? They were on the fence about how V handled the situation, not that she did it. But scrolling back a bit it seemed like people were already coming around.

 

V let a tear escape. “I had… No idea they felt this way.”

 

“You're not just a part of the family, baby. You have status. You have sway.” Jay gave her an endearing smile. “You earned your place when you saved George. It looks like the cousins are planning on giving you a nickname at the party.”

 

That last detail really made the tears come. She really was a family member now. No doubt. A cousin. An aunt. Soon to be a mother. V rubbed some tears with her sleeves. 

 

Nicknames in the extended Talis family? Important. If you were born into the family, you'd usually get it pretty early on. If you married in or did a noble deed, you'd get one as you earned it. And it was a legend that nicknames shaped your life. Your destiny. A good example was Jake. He got his nickname as a joke when he was 5, Prince Charming. He used to be a ball of angry chaos. But he grew into the nickname. He wasn't the first to be shaped that way. V took that to heart.

 

So on the day of the party, V wore Lisa's favorite colors as usual. A blue dress with pink accessories. Jay obviously wore the opposite. She did her best to come off casual, but she was clearly stiff. It didn't help that she was in her wheelchair that day. 

 

Jay sat them down at a table. It was actually marked for them. V had noticed. Isla knew everyone's wedding flowers. She always marked tables that way. The Jay and V Talis table? Lily of the valley. Ximena joined shortly and then a crowd of cousins gathered around.

 

“Are you ready, amada?” Jay whispered into V’s ear.

 

“As I'll ever be.” V chuckled awkwardly.

 

The cousins did one final consultation then chose Ophelia as their representative. Since she knew her the best, it fit. She held a folded shirt in her hands. One of the craftier cousins always made them, Marina. V sat up.

 

Ophelia gently handed the shirt over. “I am honored today to give you your official family nickname. Drum roll please.”

 

The cousins did their best to mimic a drum with their mouths. Some people slapped their thighs instead. It was a funny sight.

 

“V. You are Paloma Blanca. The White Dove.” Ophelia looked to the cousins and everyone nodded. “The bird of peace and love. We think you really embody that.”

 

She tried to hold it back but V burst into tears. The cousins crowded around her and gave her an enormous group hug. If she hadn't been sitting down they likely would have knocked her over. The hug lasted awhile, but they had to leave one by one to help with the party or do something else. V unfolded the shirt. “Paloma Blanca” with the dove underneath. It had all of V and Jay's wedding flowers surrounding it. Truly a work of art.

 

Jay finally got over her own tears. “You got such a beautiful nickname.”

 

“I am really honored. Do you think anyone could tell I was shaking?” V was still shaking.

 

“It's ok, baby. No one is judging you.” 

 

A thought. “What's your nickname? The kids usually just call you auntie.”

 

Jay rolled her eyes playfully. “Oso de peluche. It usually gets shortened to Osita.”

 

“What's that?”

 

“Essentially, teddy bear or girl bear. The origin isn't as fun.”

 

“What? That sounds adorable.” And suddenly a bunch of the messages she had seen between the family made sense. 

 

“They picked that nickname because I was clingy and hairy as a kid.”

 

This accidentally caused V to snort. Jay looked genuinely offended. Ok, I need to recover this.

 

“I'm sorry. But really, it's a cute nickname. I think it still fits you. You're so soft and full of love.” V patted Jay's hand in emphasis.

 

Jay sighed. “A bear and a dove?”

 

“Two classic symbols.” V tapped her temple. She knew their meanings well.

 

“How so?”

 

“White doves, in many cultures, represent love, peace, freedom, and new beginnings. Female bears often represent protection, healing, strength, and sometimes motherhood. Sure, they're pretty different, but there is crossover too. Both represent something deeply important.”

 

Jay looked absolutely infatuated at that moment. She scooted closer to V and wrapped herself around her arm. “We balance each other.”

 

Ximena finally spoke up, a handkerchief dabbing her eyes. “You two are perfect for each other.”

 

V’s eyes softened a bit more. “Thank you, Ximena. That means a lot to me.”

 

“I love you, mama.” Jay almost sounded like she let her childhood self come through a bit. “Tell V what your nickname is.”

 

Ximena giggled, a warm and comforting sound. “I am little dragon. Though the little was dropped many years ago. Her father did… Not have a kind nickname.” Jay gave her a look. “Ratón.”

 

V held back a chuckle. Jay clarified why she wanted Ximena to talk about it. “We're a family of animals. Isn't that fun?”

 

“It sounds like we'd have a fun family emblem.” V thought out loud.

 

This seemed to spark something in Jay. “That reminds me. I need to go. I'll be right back.”

 

Off she went. Ximena sat a little closer to V. Put her hand over hers on the table.

 

“How are you holding up, little dove?” There was a dash of humor in Ximena's sincerity.

 

“I'm doing alright.” V sighed, feeling comfort from the touch.

 

“I see you're in your chair today. I hope you haven't been pushing yourself.” 

 

“No… Ok, maybe a little. But it's all in preparation for the baby.” 

 

“You're pregnant?!” Ximena got a little too loud.

 

“What? No. Jay is. I… Did she not tell you?”

 

The elder woman snapped her fingers. A sort of dammit motion. “She told me a few years ago that if and when she got pregnant, she'd only announce it when she was far along. Just in case something happened…”

 

“I just assumed she told you.” V genuinely felt bad. “Wait, just in case? Of what?”

 

Ximena's whole demeanor changed. From happy to very sad. She whispered. “Only Jay knows this, so please don't share but… Jay was going to have a sibling. He didn't make it. I had told everyone. I was so excited… Jay didn't want to repeat that. Something big happened at the time so everyone just dropped it.”

 

V blinked in surprise. But it explained some things. Why she hadn't told her employees yet. Why Jose hadn't said a word. So only Ophelia and Alex knew since they helped out. Not even Mel knew yet. That would… Need to be discussed. Later.

 

“Thank you for sharing that. I'm sorry that happened. I'll keep your secret.” V gave Ximena a knowing nod.

 

She reciprocated the gesture. “And I won't tell Jay you told me about the baby.”

 

Deal.

 

Thankfully the mood was lifted again when gifts were distributed. It wasn't as many as last year since there were less people. However, Lisa never seemed to care that deeply. She just enjoyed getting a couple things she really wanted and eating cake with everyone.

 

Just as it was years ago, she always saved V and Jay's gifts for last. Jay finally came back from what she was doing just in time to see. Lisa opened Jay's first. It was a friendship bracelet making kit. Lisa had run out of elastic and beads, so it was greatly appreciated. Then, it was V’s turn.

 

Lisa opened the package and screamed excitedly. Everyone looked confused because they couldn't see it. Lisa remedied that by lifting it. A signed and framed picture of her favorite actress. Lisa was obsessed with this one law show. She watched it all the time. And she adored the actress. She very carefully put it to the side and ran over to V.

 

“Thank you so so so so much! You always know what to get me. I love you.” She hugged V with a strength and passion that might frighten a stranger.

 

V was no stranger. She returned her ferocity. “I love you too. I'm so happy you like it.”

 

“You know it's more than like.” Lisa giggled.

 

“I'm happy you love it.”

 

The rest of the evening passed too quickly. Lots of food and drinks. Jokes and jabs. V felt a little sad that George didn't come, but everyone understood. He did send Lisa a card. It had a very heartfelt message, but Lisa didn't share anything else. A private gift.

 

It was amazing how Lisa had grown over the years. She was about ten when they met. A tiny kid. Now? At 14 years old she was tall, she'd probably get close to Jay's height. So much can change in a few years. Such was life. 

 

Afterwards, Jay and V were on their way home. V remembered the conversation she had with her mom. She needed to phrase her words carefully.

 

“Hey, Jay?” V opened.

 

“What's up?” Jay kept her eyes on the road.

 

“Have you told anyone you're pregnant? I know you told Alex and Ophelia.”

 

“Um… No. Nobody else knows.”

 

“When were you planning to tell everyone?”

 

Jay sighed. Long and solemn. “I'm guessing you found out because you told someone. Didn't you?”

 

“Ok. Yes. To be fair, we never discussed it and I assumed. But the person promised to keep it a secret.”

 

“I'm sorry. I should have told you. I just want to make sure our baby is nice and healthy first.”

 

“I understand, darling. So we'll wait a bit longer… But we'll probably have to tell Mel sooner rather than later.”

 

“You're right. Once he's done with his string of events it'll be pretty obvious.”

 

They talked about it a little further. No feelings were left hurt. Every step they took to better their communication, they always accidentally took a step back. Maybe that was just human nature. Progress requires sacrifice and active change. That can be hard. That can take time.

 

***

 

Jay was around 14 weeks when it was unavoidable. You could tell it wasn't just a little weight gain. Still, the dresses Jay wore made it a little harder to tell. And when she wore overalls to work? They were just baggy, that's all.

 

It was a bit exhausting, but V understood. She kept her mouth shut. But even Jay’s symptoms were getting more obvious. Increased appetite, weird leg cramps, and clumsiness? Yeah, it was just a matter of observation by that point. Sure, pregnancy is different per person, Jay was just showing clear signs. Stereotypical ones.

 

It was a pretty quiet afternoon when Jay got back from work early. She had a large bandage on her arm. This immediately caught V’s attention.

 

“Angel, are you ok?” She tried her best not to sound panicked.

 

Jay blinked. “Yes. Sorry. My brain’s been a little fuzzy today. I accidentally bumped my arm into the corner of Alex’s work table. No need for stitches or anything.”

 

It was clear Jay was still a little dizzy. V’s instincts kicked in. She had Jay sit on the couch and got her a large glass of water. Then V sat on the couch with her and petted her hair.

 

“Aww… Thank you.” Jay cooed.

 

“Anything for my beautiful wife.” V nodded to herself.

 

Jay stuck her tongue out indicating she didn't agree. V gave her serious eyes. Come on. Apparently that was too much, Jay let her hair fall over her face.

 

“What's going on in that brain of yours? Let me in.” V pushed the hair out of the way.

 

“I just… Feel wrong? It's so hard to describe.” Jay sighed while looking out the window. “Not wrong that I’m pregnant. That feels right. But… something about me… It's bugging me.”

 

V somehow immediately understood. “You're having sensory issues, but you aren't sure what's causing it?”

 

Jay finally looked V in the eye. She felt seen. “Yeah. That's it!”

 

Well, that's something I can help with. They went down a list of common problems. Clothes? No, Jay was actually proud of how her clothes fit. Underwear? Nope, V had gotten her stretchy stuff a few weeks ago. That was taken care of. Food? Her nausea had gone down and she was eating normally, for the most part. Temperature? Alex had already fixed the shop’s central air problem and the one at home was working fine.

 

Then, the puzzle piece settled in. “Your hair?”

 

Jay seemed to check with herself. Since they had gotten together, neither of them cut their hair often. V’s was already close to her butt. Jay's was halfway down to her back. It was well taken care of, but her curls were thick. That could be irritating.

 

“Yes. That's it. I need a haircut.” A sigh of relief.

 

“I can cut your hair. If you want.” V offered. 

 

“Have you cut curly hair before?”

 

Jay had seen V cut her own hair. It was pretty easy considering it got straighter the longer it got. Naturally, it was wavy. But V found it easier to deal with basically straight hair rather than wavy. However, V had cut all of her ex’s and friend’s hair before. It was simply a service she was willing to provide.

 

“Yeah. I've cut a lot of different kinds of hair. I even cut Mel's hair a few times. But he usually likes specific patterns and braids my hands cannot handle. His barber is amazing.”

 

Jay nodded. “True. His hair is always immaculate.” She got up slowly from the couch. “Let's do it in the backyard. No clean up.”

 

“It's a little cold out, don't you think?”

 

“I heard you wince when you got up from your chair. No clean up.” 

 

Damn, I've been spotted again. Oh well. The couple each grabbed a sweater and V grabbed the necessary equipment. She was also considerate of Jay's back and put down a pillow so it'd be easier to sit still. That earned a sigh of relief. She pulled her phone out so she could be distracted.

 

“What are we thinking? A trim?” V carefully brushed through her wife's hair.

 

“I think I want to go short.” Jay tried to hide her hands in her sweater but it didn't fit like it used to.

 

“How short, my love?” 

 

“Above my shoulders. And bangs.”

 

V was shocked. Even in old photos of Jay, she always had long hair. The shortest she ever had it was to her shoulders. This was rather drastic.

 

“Are you sure?” V grabbed the scissors.

 

“Every hairstylist who has asked me that question made me second guess myself. But I know you're asking from a place of genuine care. Please don't ask again. Just cut.” Jay was clearly committed.

 

“As you wish.”

 

Off she went with the scissors. Since V decided to dry cut it was easy to see how Jay’s curls fell. So she carefully made her way up until it was to her shoulders. V was tempted to double check, but she knew Jay would get angry. V cut it to the length requested and cut Jay's bangs so they'd curl to the side. A natural feel. If Jay wanted to style it a different way, she could.

 

V handed her wife a mirror. “Well? How did I do?”

 

Jay really inspected her new hair. Tilted her head, turned side to side. Felt it. Fixed her bangs a little. “It's perfect, V. Thank you.”

 

“It was no problem at all.” V swept stray hairs from her wife's shoulders.

 

“What do you think?” Jay tilted her head back to try and get a look at her.

 

“Think of what?”

 

“Me having shorter hair.”

 

“Jay, you could get a buzz cut and I'd still adore how you look.”

 

A groan. “Don't be cheesy. I'm serious.”

 

“I am serious… I'm sorry, did you genuinely think my attraction to you was based solely on your hair?”

 

“Well um… No. But some haircuts can be pretty gross.”

 

“So if I cut my hair you'd find me ugly?”

 

“What?! No. I'm just–”

 

“Usually I don't get to say this, but listen to yourself. Take one extra moment to consider what you're thinking.”

 

A beat.

 

“I'm sorry. You're right. I guess I just accidentally stepped back into high school. When I would break up with a guy if he got a terrible haircut.” Jay got up from the chair and shook her hair to get rid of any other strays that we're missed.

 

V had to laugh. “What?”

 

“Don't judge me. I was going through something.” 

 

“I'm not really judging. I just think it's funny. Kids have interesting ways of seeing the world.” 

 

“Sure.” Jay blew a raspberry.

 

“Our kid is going to be a teenager someday. I wonder what they'll be like.”

 

“Don't think too far ahead. We have baby days to worry about.”

 

“That reminds me! I need to buy safety locks.”

 

“I already bought some.”

 

A sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

 

***

 

16 weeks and the weather finally warmed up a bit. Almost half way there. Though Jay seemed mildly convinced it would last forever. 

 

It was a slow morning and Jay was sorely missing coffee. It was dark outside, a storm was coming. So not a great start to the day.

 

Then, Jay suddenly squealed. V got up suddenly. But it wasn't a painful sound. No, the opposite.

 

“Are you ok? What's happening?” V walked to the couch and looked at her.

 

Jay smiled proudly. “Give me your hand.”

 

“Hmm? Ok.” 

 

It was a gentle grab. But insistent. Jay placed V’s hand on her stomach. Nice and rounded. But that wasn't why she needed to touch her wife. She felt it. A kick.

 

“They're moving.” V was fascinated. She'd had pregnant friends before, but this was her first time actually feeling it.

 

“So strong. Our little baby.” Jay gestured for V to sit next to her.

 

Obviously V obliged. Jay let go, but V kept feeling her belly. It was exhilarating. Feeling their baby kick and move around. It was beautiful. Unspeakably touching. It made V more enthusiastic.

 

“Who are you going to be? I can't wait to find out.” V spoke gently like the baby could already understand her.

 

“Are you excited, little one?” Jay asked softly.

 

Another kick.

 

The two women giggled happily. Already so smart and motivated. It sounded silly, but this was great news. V’s mother told her that when she was in utero she didn't kick until the 25 week mark. The doctors had been a little worried. This lessened some of V’s anxiety. Sure, the baby still might have difficulties, but for now? This was perfect.

 

V leaned in and gave Jay a sweet peck on the lips. “Thank you.”

 

“For what?” 

 

“For carrying our baby.”

 

“Amada, it's my honor. Some days it sucks, but I know it'll be worth it. You make every day worth it.” 

 

V smiled, accepting the compliment. No push back. “We're going to love this child so much we'll be bursting at the seams.”

 

A chuckle. “That's a perfect way to view it.” She titled her head down. “Do you hear that, little one? You're already so loved.”

 

Magically, another kick.

 

***

 

A few more days later and it was the weekend. Jay laid on the couch, singing cute little songs. Anything from pop to lullabies. V and Jay had fallen into a pattern where they talked to the baby like it could understand them. And apparently, that was recommended, so they didn't feel weird about it. 

 

V sat on the floor against the couch, doing a couple of stretches. Her pain was getting pretty inconsistent, so she needed to fall back to old physical therapy techniques. Both women were having a fun time dealing with their respective pains.

 

“Ugh…” Jay groaned.

 

V could instantly tell which kind of ‘ugh’ it was. “Bad news?”

 

“My regular ob/gyn is somehow booked up for a while. I asked Jose and he's going to a conference then vacation. I just want to know how the baby is doing.”

 

“I hear you. That's beyond frustrating. Did you want to try a different doctor?” A soft wince, another stretch.

 

“Not really. I feel fine. I haven't gotten any spotting. I just… I have this feeling.”

 

“What's your body telling you?”

 

“It's not… Something wrong. Something different?” Jay was having a hard time describing how she felt again.

 

“Ok. Where's that coming from?” 

 

“The baby. But I'm just not sure what they're trying to tell me.”

 

“Huh. Please keep me posted. If we need to find another doctor, I will.” V took some time to massage her knees.

 

“I will.” A chuckle. “We will.”

 

Thankfully nothing really changed throughout the day. So V felt more at ease. Overall, it was a normal day. 

 

Except, when V was reorganizing the fridge she felt watched. She finished moving some condiments around, shut the door, and looked over. Jay was standing really close. How the hell did I not hear her get up? V blinked up in confusion.

 

“Darling?” V used the counter to get up.

 

“Amada.” Jay smiled sweetly.

 

“Can I help you with anything?” V noticed she left a few containers on the counter so she quickly turned around to put them back before she forgot.

 

Jay stepped behind her and gave her a hug. “Yes.”

 

Her heart skipped a beat. A couple of weeks ago they learned Jay ran warm now. A random little pregnancy symptom. It wasn't anything to worry about. But the way Jay's skin felt against V’s? Somehow more intimate than usual. 

 

“What do you need?” Was all V could manage.

 

Jay let her hands caress over V’s clothed body. “I need you.”

 

V let out a shaky breath. “H-how do you need me?”

 

Jay slowly trailed her hands up V’s shirt. Tickling careful fingers up her torso. “You know… How's your pelvic floor doing?”

 

What had overtaken Jay? They didn't sleep together much anymore because they were both pretty consistently in pain. The last time was when she was 8 weeks along. Last time, Jay had shown a dominant side too. Was that something unique to Jay or was this typical?

 

V realized she needed to answer. “Pretty good.” She sucked in a breath when Jay finally brushed her hands across her nipples. “Wh-why?”

 

Jay leaned forward just a little, trapping V between her and the counter. Not a lot of pressure, just enough to keep V there. “I really want to fuck you. Like you fuck me.”

 

V braced her hands further on the counter. A burning in her core. “I… I'm willing to… Try.” She felt a little shy again.

 

Jay licked a streak up the shell of V’s ear. “That's my goddess. Now, tell mommy what you need.”

 

V was starting to really get into it. Jay's heat made her feel a bit feverish. It was intoxicating. Like being a little drunk while laying on the couch with your lover. She could feel the way her face warmed with Jay's generous touches.

 

“The um… Grey harness… Should f-fit you. Black… Dildo.” V could not keep her voice steady at all.

 

Jay trailed her tongue further along her ear. “That's a good girl.” Jay took V’s shirt off and slowly pushed on her back. This made V lay on the counter, ass out. “Stay here. Just like that.”

 

“Y-yes…” A shiver went over V’s skin.

 

For a moment, Jay's heat was gone. V was actually grateful to be in that position. Her legs were already shaking a bit. She felt a little crazy. When V was a bit younger the thought of being bent over the counter? That sounded gross to her. But Jay truly opened her world up. She felt safe to let go. To just be the bottom for a little.

 

This time V could hear Jay enter the kitchen. From the corner of her eye she saw it. Jay was, in fact, strapped. And it looked properly tightened. Very good. V was a little proud. But the fact it was over her clothes? Oh, she is very horny.

 

“Very good. Looks like I'm not the only one good at following orders.” Jay hummed to herself.

 

“Like I said… I'd do anything for you.” V tried to even her breathing a little.

 

“Mhmm. I hear you.” Jay ran her hand over V’s clothed ass down to her pussy. Felt the warmth there and caressed it with a knowing hand. “How are your legs feeling?”

 

“Better… I um put the Shimmer lotion on.” 

 

“That's good to hear.” Jay ever so slowly pulled V’s pants off. “It's been awhile since we've played into your kinks.”

 

“I mean that's o–” A moan launched out of V’s lips. 

 

A soft slap to the ass at first. To test the waters. When V didn't wince, Jay smacked a little harder. Gently increasing the strength to make sure V could handle it. And handle it she did. It felt amazing. Every slap sent sparks all over her body. Then, Jay aimed a little lower and smacked V’s pussy through her underwear. It caused the shorter woman to move up on the counter. She was already so wet. It must have been clear through her underwear.

 

V was awestruck for a moment. “D-do that again… Please.”

 

“Of course. That's what a goddess deserves.” Another slap.

 

“T-take my panties off.” 

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“I-I'm begging you.”

 

Mercifully, Jay granted her request. Her pants and underwear were abandoned, her heat exposed to the air. Another slap. It felt so good. V’s eyes were practically rolling to the back of her head. Pure ecstasy. Juices slowly dripped down V’s thin, toned thighs. 

 

“H-harder.” Any shame V could have had was gone. She fully let her feral brain take over.

 

“Harder? If that's what you want.” Jay teased.

 

And it was harder. V let herself moan loudly, drool dripping down her shivering lips. Each slap made V’s nipples rub over the counter and it was perfect. Just the right amount of everything. One more slap and she came. Come made its way all the way to her ankles. V nearly let her head hit the counter, but her arm saved her from that.

 

“I wish you always came that loud.” Jay sighed dreamily.

 

“Th-thank you.” V panted, her voice slightly muffled.

 

“You're so wet and red. Are you ready for the next part?”

 

“P-please.” 

 

Much like V often did, Jay was able to slip into her hole with one easy thrust. It hurt a little, but she was wetter than usual. Which helped. Jay thrusted slowly at first, again reading V’s reaction, but felt confident to go quicker overtime. V was a little overstimulated, but it was too fantastic to back away. Sensations she had rarely explored before came to the surface. She felt free.

 

But, to add the cherry on top? Jay pulled her hair. Just the right kind of pain. Wonderful. V felt like an animal in the best way. That's right. Fuck me hard. And Jay, despite her usual pain and dizziness, delivered a stunning pace. Just what V wanted. What she needed.

 

So she came again. 

 

“I could live off your moans alone.” Jay said as she slipped out.

 

V shuddered. “You're… Amazing… Who knew you had this side…”

 

Jay walked away for a moment then came back to clean V off. “Something about these pregnancy hormones. I'm not sure what it is. But I just keep getting this deep desire to fuck you.”

 

Another shiver tingled across V’s naked skin. “I mean… I'll take it.”

 

“Oh will you? How often?” Jay's voice was dripping with dark amber honey.

 

“As many days as we physically can.” V lifted herself off the counter when Jay finished touching her legs.

 

“We'll see.” Jay smiled as she handed V her clothes back.

 

“Come here.” V gently grabbed Jay's chin and kissed her. “I love you.”

 

Jay wiped the sweat off V's forehead. “I love you too.”

 

***

 

“I want to die.” Jay was a crying mess on the couch. 

 

Week 18. Jay finally had to tell her employees that she was pregnant. This kicked everyone into high gear. If Jay needed to take off early? They were ready. Alex was promoted to a manager position, so she got a key. 

 

V on the other hand? Busy. She was getting through as much data as possible each day. If V didn't keep a packed schedule, she'd fall behind when the baby was born. And on top of that? She was doing all of the cooking and cleaning. She didn't mind, of course, anything for her wife. It was just a lot. 

 

Gray continued to be worried about V’s chosen pace. She constantly asked how her and her wife were doing. V was never completely honest.

 

“I'm so sorry, angel. Can I help?” V finished archiving another document.

 

“Love me.” 

 

“I do love you.”

 

“No. Come over and love me.”

 

“Jay. I can't. I'm busy.”

 

“Please.” It came out as a pitiful whine.

 

V took a deep breath. Don't be mean. “I am sorry, but I need to focus on this. Just two more hours and I'm yours.”

 

“But baby…”

 

“I know you're in pain and not feeling your best. But I…. I've already fallen behind.”

 

Jay lifted herself up slightly to look at V. “What do you mean?”

 

“It’s nothing. Don't worry about it.”

 

Jay wiped some tears away. “Don't do that.”

 

“Angel. Please. Not. Now.”

 

Her wife was quiet after that. V really didn't want to talk to her like that, but the stress was taking a toll. She took all of the lessons her therapist taught her and tried to keep them out on the playing field. But it was too much. She was maintaining seemingly well enough, but she wasn't getting enough sleep. Or food or water.

 

So everything went black.

 

When V opened her eyes again she was in the hospital. Fucking shit. She blinked the fuzz out of her eyes and realized Jay was asleep in the chair next to her. I'm such an asshole. Then she felt it. V had clearly hit her head when she passed out. The back of her skull throbbed. Without any notice the door opened. What?

 

It was just Dolly. “I came as soon as I heard.” She jogged up to the other side of the bed, not wanting to disturb Jay. “What's going on, V?”

 

V sighed, she could feel her eyes burning. “I'm a fucking idiot.”

 

“Hey, don't start that again.”

 

“No. Really… I… God damn it I should have asked for help. All I did was run myself into the ground and worry my wife.” V tossed her hands up in defeat.

 

“It's a lot. Trust me, I know.” Dolly patted her shoulder. “You can't beat yourself up over this.”

 

“I just… I can't believe myself. I'm better than this.” V rubbed her eyes a little too hard.

 

“Listen to me, V. I'd give anything to have a husband like you.”

 

“What??”

 

“Let me explain. You know how I explained that I got divorced after Molly?” When V nodded, she continued. “That's because I finally saw the red flags. My ex husband didn't give a shit about me during either of my pregnancies. Never helped. Just complained that he felt bad for me. And after our kids were born? Nothing, not a damn thing.”

 

“I'm sorry, Dolly. You deserve so much better.”

 

“Yes, but all of this is to say you are a good partner. You're trying your best. But if you're wearing yourself this thin? You need the village.”

 

“The village?”

 

“Your family, you doofus. Make the call and they will come.”

 

It took a moment to truly comprehend what Dolly meant, but it did click. Of course. Her family. If she was in need, they would help. Open arms, no questions asked. It's just…

 

“I guess I've just been hesitant because… Jay is still holding off on telling her family about the pregnancy. For them to help, they need to know.” V shrugged.

 

Dolly walked around the bed and woke Jay up. Ever so softly. Not to startle her.

 

“Hmm? V! You're awake.” Jay got up and held V’s hand

 

Dolly walked to the door while holding up the ‘call me’ symbol. Ok. Got it. Every step forward, there's a step back. A mantra V had to recite to herself.

 

“Yes. I'm awake. I'm so sorry, my angel.” V reached out and pressed their foreheads together.

 

“I didn't know it was this bad. I'm sorry for stressing you out. I was being inconsiderate.” Jay took a deep, centering breath.

 

“No. I know this has been tough on you. I just… I need help.”

 

“I'll start–”

 

V finally squeezed Jay's hand back. “We need to let the family know. I know you're afraid. You're worried about what the future holds, but I'm here. The whole way. No matter what happens.”

 

Jay pulled back a little, sadness in her eyes. A bad memory replaying in her mind. A sorrow no mother should have to go through. 

 

“Your mom was the person I accidentally told. She… She told me what happened. Why you don't want to tell anyone. I tried to give you that space, but it's time, angel. I know it's not an easy fear to get past, but I truly am here.” Please hear me.

 

Jay went through a lot of emotions in less than a minute, her face contorting in strange expressions. “I wish you had told me that earlier. But we were both being stubborn. I'm sorry. I will continue to work past my failings. Let's tell the family.”

 

“I'm sorry too. For not telling you how I was feeling. For pushing you away when I shouldn't. For not telling you about my conversation with your mom.”

 

Jay rubbed the back of her neck. “Is it weird to say I already forgive you?”

 

“Not at all.” V provided a small smile. 

 

“How does your head feel?”

 

“It hurts, but I've definitely had worse.”

 

Jay sighed. “Thankfully you didn't need stitches. We're just waiting on some blood tests.”

 

Speak of the devil. The doctor came in shortly after. Just some vitamin deficiencies. Nothing abnormal. The couple relaxed a little. Just stress. That can be mended. At least a little.

 

***

 

It was official. The whole family knew. The next couple of weeks were easier. Ophelia stopped by with a few meals. Isla helped do a deep clean of the kitchen. Jose sent his boyfriend to help with laundry. V was sure to bake everyone a loaf of sourdough bread. People were actually starting to ask for it. Ophelia was even given some of the starter.

 

Week 21 brought lovely weather with it. April at its finest. Jay was struggling with shortness of breath. When Dolly dropped by one day she seemed concerned. That symptom was typical, but Jay looked like she might be in her third trimester already. She highly recommended getting an ultrasound done. Just to be safe.

 

V was able to get them into a smaller clinic since they had a cancellation. Jay struggled to walk in, but thankfully the care team brought a wheelchair around. Fellow mothers in the waiting room gave looks of understanding. Empathy. 

 

When it was their turn they went back to a young looking doctor. She seemed full of hope, full of life. V went over some of the symptoms she had been noticing. Jay filled in the blanks or clarified as necessary. The doctor agreed. An ultrasound would help.

 

V held Jay's hand as the doctor kindly lifted her shirt. The blue gel made Jay shiver a little. It was kind of cute. Then, the doctor got right to it. Looking carefully for any signs of concern. V appreciated her precision.

 

“Hmm… I don't see anything wrong. It looks like you have two healthy twins.” The doctor hummed happily.

 

“Twins?!?!” V slapped her free hand over her mouth.

 

The doctor blinked. “Had you two not gotten one done already? Shoot. Well, congratulations.” A realization. “I'm really glad you came actually. I imagine finding out on the delivery day would have been unpleasant.”

 

Jay looked like she was silently having a crisis. V could see it in her eyes. Sure, it was always a possibility. Hell, having four children was on the table. But it was unlikely. A small percent chance of that happening. It was hard to pinpoint how exactly V felt.

 

“Did you want to know the gen–” The doctor was interrupted.

 

“No. Thank you so much. We're happy to hear everything is looking good.” V took the lead.

 

“Of course. Please, stop by in a couple more weeks. Twins can be tricky.”

 

V simply nodded as Jay was quickly wiped off and they went on their way. The couple sat in the car. Not a word. They got home safely. Silence. They sat on the couch. What now?

 

I can't take this anymore. “Please tell me what you're thinking.”

 

Jay finally snapped out of her stupor. “What? Oh God, I'm sorry. I just… I mean… I finally understand what the baby was trying to tell me… Babies. ”

 

V blinked. Then remembered. “Right. Twins… Woah.”

 

“I'm not mad… But yeah, we're definitely going to need help.” Jay let the reality fully sink in.

 

V went into planning mode. “I think that means we'll have to put them upstairs. I'll be sure to sleep up there when I can.”

 

Jay took a deep breath, understanding that this method of conversational pivot would help them both calm down. “That's fair. Maybe sometimes one of them can sleep downstairs with you?”

 

“That works. I already ordered the attached crib. So we'll have to get two separate cribs upstairs.”

 

“I’ll ask around. I know someone in the family has at least one… They can't be identical, right?”

 

“Correct. They could look similar.”

 

“We need to pick another color then. We've got yellow. What should the other one be?”

 

“Purple?”

 

“Perfect.”

 

They went back and forth until they both succumbed to exhaustion. V and Jay slept peacefully, leaning into one another. It was knowing that they'd make it through together. Trust. They each dreamt of what their twins would look like. All sorts of combinations.

 

***

 

Another beautiful April morning, V had to trim Jay's hair. Apparently pregnant people often had their hair grow quicker. Who knew? 

 

It was 23 weeks and Jay was feeling a little more at ease. Everyone in the family got the update. Most people were excited. Some people were being a little weird about it.

 

No matter. The couple had settled into everything they needed for the twins. Cribs were ready. Clothes were on the way. Some relatives gifted other furniture and helpful items. Everything felt just right.

 

Until…

 

V and Jay's phones blew up with messages. Panic and confusion plagued the family group chats. It was a little hard to catch what everyone was saying. An accident? Someone was in the hospital?

 

The two finished what they were doing and went inside. They immediately heard someone pounding at the door. What? V walked over and found Ophelia at the door.

 

Tears streamed down her face. “My sister…” She collapsed into V’s arms.

 

V slowly got on her knees with her cousin. “Slow down, Ophelia. What's going on?”

 

It took a bit of coaxing… But it was terrible news. Lisa's parents? They got into a car accident. Lisa's mom? That was Ophelia's sister, Mona. Ophelia came to V and Jay‘s house since it was closer to the hospital. And she unfortunately took the brunt of the bad news. All by herself. Mona and her husband, Derek, didn't make it. Lisa, miraculously did survive, but was in a coma. The doctors were optimistic. But the whole thing was grim.

 

All three of them cried. What happened to George… Now Lisa? That's a lot of heartache for such a short timeframe. It felt haunting. Like a curse. But V couldn't hold that belief. Lisa wouldn't be the same when she woke up. Hearing the news would destroy her… V and Jay understood that all too well. It was deeply personal.

 

“I just… I can't stop thinking about Lisa… Oh God….” Ophelia held her eyes.

 

V took a deep, shaky breath in. “We'll all be there. To support her. Whatever she needs.”

 

“No I… Where is that poor girl going to go?” 

 

“We'll figure it out.” A sniffle. “She'll have a home.”

 

It was hard to find hope in any of it. Where was the silver lining? No one knew where to find it yet. 

 

Another week passed when Lisa finally woke up. The news was broken with many of her loved ones there to support her. And she cried and screamed and wailed. A lot of survivor’s guilt. A childhood shattered into pieces.

 

Ophelia was finally able to find who had the will. Obviously all the assets were given to Lisa. However, they hadn't included who should take their child if something were to ever happen. It left a gaping hole in the middle of a sinking ship. By duty alone, Ophelia took Lisa in. But it was a mess. She didn't have room. And Lisa became a shell of a person. Walking around like a ghost. 

 

It hurt everyone’s hearts, but no words could comfort her. It felt like there was a massive void no one could bridge. It was too deep and too wide. 

 

***

 

V double checked the calendar. 26 weeks. Jay was in the home stretch. Though V wouldn't say that out loud yet. Because Jay was having a rough go of it. 

 

The pain was worse. Her appetite was extremely inconsistent. She couldn't sleep all the way through the night. Truly, a waking nightmare.

 

And yet…

 

“Hey, baby. Can we make cupcakes?” Jay shuffled into the kitchen in her nightgown and slippers.

 

V checked the time. “It's a bit early. But you know what. Cupcakes sound fun. Let's do it. Chocolate?”

 

“And strawberries?” Jay waddled in a little closer.

 

“Of course, angel.” V started taking out the ingredients.

 

“Would you… Help me sit on the counter?” Jay seemed embarrassed to ask.

 

“Yes.” 

 

Without further adieu, V lent her wife a hand. Back to their usual routine. She patted Jay's thigh before getting back to business.

 

“I thought I would… Break the counter.” Jay admitted.

 

“What? That's silly. I once dropped the griddle here and it didn't even chip. You're fine.” V reassured.

 

Despite what she said, Jay started crying. It happened more frequently now that she was pregnant. But this felt a little deeper. V put the utensils down and walked back to her wife. She got between her legs and held her tenderly.

 

“Feeling self conscious about your body?” V concluded.

 

A sniff. “Yeah… I feel so ugly.”

 

V gasped in offense. “What? Don't say that. You aren't ugly.”

 

“I'm just… So big now. And I have more stretch marks? I heard you never get back to the way you were. Unless you can afford surgery.”

 

“Well, sure. Pregnancy always changes your body, even if you don't see it on the outside. That's ok. No matter how your body looks after you give birth, you'll still be you. You and your beautiful soul.”

 

“Is that… A line from a song?”

 

“Sure is. But it's fitting, no?”

 

Jay chuckled softly. “It can just… Be hard… I might still have bad days…”

 

“I get it. Trust me, I still struggle with my purple legs. But you were the one who called them beautiful. And guess what? I think you and your belly are gorgeous.”

 

“You're just saying that…”

 

V was genuinely offended. “I would never lie to you. I mean it.”

 

“But I–”

 

“Jay Talis. I will prove my devotion.” V smoothed her hands over her wife's hips. “Say the word and I'm on my knees.”

 

Jay instantly turned red. “V…”

 

She took Jay's lips and landed a passionate kiss. Not a hint of hesitation or remorse. V meant it. With her whole body, her whole soul.

 

A knock at the door.

 

The two women sighed in defeat. Fine. V pulled away from Jay and walked to the door. She was surprised to see…

 

“Lisa?” V noticed the teen had a duffel bag over her shoulder.

 

“Hi… Auntie V… Can I come in?” Lisa looked exhausted. Completely pale and drained.

 

“Of course. Please. Make yourself at home.” 

 

Lisa slowly shuffled her way in, taking the place in. Jay had hopped down from the counter when she heard who it was. That likely hurt, but she didn't have underwear on and she was not about to burn the poor girl's retinas. Lisa set her bag down and sat on the couch. Completely stiff. Jay and V observed her from a distance.

 

Besides being paler and more weary… She was thinner. Her clothes didn't fit her correctly anymore. In mere weeks she had shrunken in on herself. What should they say? What was happening? What horrors did her mind hold?

 

Jay realized she should call Ophelia. She showed V her phone and walked to the backyard for privacy. Ok. I can do this. I know Lisa is in there.

 

“Hey, Lisa… Could I trouble you for a moment?” V asked cautiously.

 

Lisa didn't move, but she did speak. “Huh?”

 

“It's just… I'm making cupcakes and I can't reach the pan I need. Could you help me reach it?”

 

In complete silence, Lisa got up and dragged herself to the kitchen. V kept a kind, but neutral expression. She knew this kind of grieving well, but it wasn't hers. She remembered, when she was younger and her mother was gone, she hated it when people treated her like she was fragile. All V ever wanted was to be treated the same. Leave her to grieve in her own way.

 

V pointed out where the pan was and Lisa grabbed it with ease. She noticed how ruined Lisa's nails were. Bitten and papery. Not a good sign. She pretended not to notice.

 

“Thank you. My hip hurts a little. Would you mind helping me make them?” Another cautious ask. She was ready for a no.

 

“Sure.” Lisa moved with a bit more purpose.

 

She still seemed like a zombie. But in this case, a moving zombie was better than a still one. And Lisa genuinely helped. Cracked the eggs, scooped the cocoa powder, even poured the mix. V was even able to crack a small smile out of her. Progress. Just a smidge.

 

V put them in the oven and left Lisa to watch TV. She shuffled outside. Jay was sitting on one of the chairs, staring at the garden boxes. Deep in thought. 

 

“Lisa helped me make the cupcakes.” V’s voice was small.

 

Jay snapped out of her thoughts. Her eyes looked melancholic. “She hasn't been eating. Ophelia tried to get her into counseling, but she kept refusing.”

 

“A deep depression will do that to you…” V rubbed her arm.

 

“Lisa won't even talk to Ophelia. Or anyone else… Lisa came to us. If she's talking to you… Helping you…”

 

V took a deep breath. “We have to take her in.”

 

Jay let out a massive sigh. “Fuck. Thank God. I wasn't sure how I'd convince you.”

 

V chuckled awkwardly. “I'm guessing you already cleared it with Ophelia.”

 

“I did.” Jay got up slowly, groaning lightly from the pain. “But only after I consulted with you.”

 

“Then we're good…” V brought Jay into a hug. “I love her so much. I just want to see her get better. Whatever it takes.”

 

Jay kissed the top of her head. “I love her too. We'll figure this out.”

 

When the couple came back the cupcakes were done and already out of the oven. They looked over to see Lisa watching a video online. Some deep analysis of some niche show they hadn't heard of. It was something. And they'd take anything.

 

***

 

The next couple of days were a bit tense. Lisa would only talk on occasion. But she was eating a little. And drinking more water. Jay wanted to push it, but V advised against it.

 

While Jay and V had both lost a parent, they handled it in very different ways. Jay fell on her family. Ate whenever she was sad. And she still had her mom. V? Her experience was more like Lisa’s. She didn't have a family to rely on. She had no one. No parents.

 

Lisa was a mix between their two situations. Family to rely on, but no parents. V knew. One day, Lisa would open up again. Never the same, but she'd make it through the other end. 

 

V finally moved her computer and notes all the way to the other end of the table. It was a tight squeeze, but the space was needed. Yet Lisa refused to take up space. She slept on the couch. Often sat outside staring at nothing. But she never left. Never ventured far. 

 

By the 28 week mark, they had settled into a steady pattern. Jay agreed with Alex, that when Lisa was ready? She'd get the attic as her room. Jay's clothes? Who cares? She'd figure it out later.

 

It was about noon on Sunday when Jay finally made it downstairs. She had to sit at the bottom to catch her breath. It was getting harder and harder. V was about to exit the kitchen to help when she heard something.

 

Lisa quietly walked over to Jay. Not a word, just an offered hand. Obviously Jay was grateful, so she took it. Lisa walked Jay over to the table and sat next to her. V was a little curious. This was the most they had interacted since the accident.

 

While Jay was trying to relax, she noticed Lisa hovering a bit. She offered her usual shiny smile. “What are you thinking about?”

 

Lisa looked her in the eyes then looked at her stomach. “Can I… Feel?”

 

This warmed both V and Jay. Another step forward. Jay gestured politely. “Of course.”

 

Lisa’s eyes showed a glint of curiosity. She gently placed her hand on Jay's belly. Since that wasn't an optimal spot, Jay directed her hand to a better position. And it was clear Lisa felt something. Her whole face lit up. Just for a moment. But it was a special thing.

 

“I heard… You're having twins.” The teen’s voice pitched up a little toward the end.

 

“I am.” Jay confirmed.

 

“Do you know… Their genders?”

 

“No. V and I don't really care.”

 

This seemed to puzzle Lisa. In the extended Talis family it was pretty typical to hold a gender reveal party. All the straight couples had them. But that was just it, Jay and V really didn't care. They were excited either way.

 

“Can I… Guess?” Lisa retracted her hand and moved it to her lap.

 

“Sure! I'd love to hear your hypothesis.” Jay was glowing.

 

“Boy and girl.”

 

“Nice. I think it'll be two boys. V won't make a guess.”

 

V finally moved out of the kitchen. She put a mat down then her fresh baked croissants. They were funny shapes, but they smelled phenomenal. She sat down with them.

 

“I'll just take the losing bet. Two girls.” V joked.

 

“I know…” Lisa seemed so sure somehow. Like she was a wise, ancient witch with the gift of prophecy.

 

Jay quirked an eyebrow. “How do you know?”

 

“I… Feel confident.”

 

The two women looked at each other. That was a beautiful thing about Lisa, her hunches were amazing. Probably a bit better than Jay's intuition. Like Lisa had gone through many calculations in her head and came to an educated conclusion. No one but Lisa fully understood how her brain functioned.

 

The poor girl didn't have much to say after that. She did, however, eat more than one of the flaky baked goods on the table. This somehow encouraged Jay to eat as well. So overall, V was over the moon.

 

A bit later, while Jay laid on the couch, V was prepping dinner. Lisa stood quietly to the side. Hmm?

 

“Hello. Do you need anything?” V placed a pan on the stove.

 

“Can I… Do it?” Lisa fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

 

“You want to make dinner?” 

 

“By myself… I can do it.”

 

“Oh um… Sure.”

 

V stepped back and let Lisa take control. It was a pretty easy set up and V trusted she could do it. So, she let her have independence. V got to the couch and Jay sat up just enough so her head would be in her wife's lap. As comfortable as she could be.

 

“Is Lisa…?” Jay was sure to be quiet. Like being loud would burst the bubble.

 

“She is.” V nodded thoughtfully.

 

Even before the accident, Lisa was always helpful. George was the oldest, but Lisa was the center. The kids looked to her for guidance or help. And the adults relied on her to keep an eye out. She was a self starter, confident and brave. 

 

Since the accident, she lost a part of that. And everyone knew, even as she progressed, she wouldn't be the center anymore. V knew that must hurt in a strange way. There were new kids now. Those younger than Marie. Jake was likely the next in line. And the twins would become a part of the cycle. Lisa must feel that. 

 

When Lisa was done she didn't actually announce it. She simply set the table and put plates out. Thankfully Jay could tell by the smell it was done. The two women joined her.

 

“Thank you.” The couple said in unison.

 

This garnered a small chuckle from Lisa. Dry and very quiet, but it was there. “You're welcome.” 

 

The trio ate in relative silence. Every couple of bites, Jay and V would talk softly. That paused when they noticed Lisa was staring at them.

 

She spoke again. “Can I stay…?”

 

Jay was a little confused. “Of course.”

 

“Even when the twins are born?” Jay nodded, so Lisa continued. “When school starts again… Can I pick the high school I go to?”

 

“Sure. Within reason. What were you thinking?” V chimed in.

 

“Beatrice.” 

 

“Wait. That private all girls academy?” Jay seemed to know immediately. “Isn't enrollment closed already?”

 

Lisa shook her head. “I got in… Dad… Wanted me to stay in public school.”

 

V sensed something. “Do you need help with the paperwork?”

 

“It's at… The house.” 

 

Ah, this is an indirect ask. Lisa wanted to go home. Since the property was in her name, it was all hers. But she didn't want to stay there. It was too much. No, Lisa needed company.

 

“I actually have a day off in two weeks. We could go together.” V offered.

 

Lisa flinched a little. Like she wasn't prepared for the support. “Oh um. Yeah… Whatever works.”

 

It gave Lisa time to prepare herself. Sure, she probably wanted to wing it and hope for the best, but that was a recipe for disaster. Take your time, love. We've got you.

 

***

 

Two weeks passed before V could fully notice. 30 weeks. About 10 more and the twins would be welcomed to the world. And Jay could breathe normally again. They were definitely going to come out large. Whether that would be weight or height remained to be seen.

 

Lisa skipped breakfast and just stood nervously by the door. Ready to go. V decided to go at her pace, but grabbed premade coffee from the fridge. 

 

V had gotten back to driving again. Sure, it was white knuckled and she couldn't listen to music, but she did it. Driving Jay's truck made her feel both a bit safer and terrified at the same time. She was glad it wasn't a manual or she'd implode.

 

The duo got to the house and Lisa walked up like she was afraid someone would jump out to scare her. V followed behind, her cane tapping the cement pathway. Lisa's key opened the door. The air inside was stagnant. Mildly dusty. Nothing had really been touched. A time capsule. For some reason, Lisa walked to the kitchen.

 

V didn't want to hover, so she continued to trail at a distance. Lisa stared at the empty stove top for a little too long. Likely recalling a memory. V noticed a step stool by the sink. Mona was a short woman, so it was probably necessary. V sat down on it. Just to give her legs a break.

 

“Isla emptied the fridge already.” Lisa mentioned out of nowhere. “Electricity is out. And the water… We can't be long.”

 

“However long you need.” V replied quietly.

 

It didn't matter how V responded, Lisa was detached. A ghost. She decided to move on, so V got up. The teen walked around and paused every so often to stare at something. But when they got upstairs? She somehow got even more tense. V got distracted by a large family picture in the hallway. When she turned around, Lisa was gone. Nothing to worry about. I'll find her again.

 

The bathroom had tarps laid down. Tile and paint chips scattered everywhere. Derek had clearly been trying to remodel. Somehow that got to V more than she expected. It was never the distant memories. It was the proof of intention. A plan for the future left behind. Forgotten.

 

V eventually found Lisa in her parent’s bedroom. She was hugging two different pillows tightly. And to top it off, her hands were shaking. V stepped a little closer.

 

“It’s my fault…” Lisa's eyes were welling up with tears.

 

“What's your fault?” V sat on the edge of the bed.

 

“My parents are dead because of me.” And for the first time since she woke up from her coma, she sobbed. Loud and gut wrenching.

 

“Why do you think that?” 

 

Lisa shoved her face into her parents’ pillows. “We… We fought.”

 

“I can't hear you, honey. Let it out. Take your time.” 

 

That's exactly what Lisa did. Cried and sobbed until she couldn't anymore. V didn't say a word. She put water and tissues beside her, but that was it. No movement. No words.

 

Lisa sucked in a trembling breath. “When we were in the car… We fought. I told my dad I got accepted into Beatrice. He told me no. My mom tried to… Argue on my behalf. I just wanted to defend my choice but I didn't… My dad… The truck…”

 

V finally scooted a bit closer. She put a gentle hand on the teen's knee. “Lisa. Listen to me. You didn't cause the accident. The witnesses saw it for themselves. The truck driver was drunk.”

 

Something rushed through Lisa's entire being. “I don't deserve to be alive. It's not fair.”

 

“Do you want to know how you even survived?”

 

“What?”

 

“The car was demolished. The only part that survived was the backseat and trunk. Because your dad moved just in time. He sacrificed everything for you. Your parents wanted you to live.”

 

Lisa froze for a moment. The tactic V used? It was similar to what Jay said when they first met. The truth will set you free.

 

The teen leaped forward and pulled V into a sharp hug. It hurt, but it's what Lisa needed. V mirrored the hold. The same intensity. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.

 

When Lisa pulled back she grabbed her parents’ pillows again. “Maybe I should listen to my dad's final wish…”

 

“Your dad wanted you to be happy. Would you be happy going to public school?”

 

A genuine pause. “No?”

 

“Then maybe you should follow your mom's lead on this.”

 

A simple nod followed. Lisa carried the pillows to her room and started packing. Her movements were a little lighter. V’s admission didn't take the pain away, but it took some of the guilt away. And that's what the teen needed to keep going. Ophelia had made the mistake of withholding the details. Thought she could save Lisa the pain. But it only made it easier for her mind to drown. To succumb to guilt. To hyper focus on last words. 

 

V got permission to clean a bit, so she did. She didn't touch the bathroom, but everything else was fair game. It made the house feel alive again. Cared for. V had to stop after some time or she wouldn't be able to drive back home.

 

Lisa only needed two trips to bring the things she wanted to the truck. The only items left were the pillows. Alright. Time to go. V groaned as she got up.

 

“Are you ok?” The teen stepped forward.

 

V raised her hand. “Let's get home. I've got meds to take and food to order.”

 

“Food to order?”

 

“It's been awhile. It's time for Chinese food.”

 

A small smile crawled over Lisa's lips. “That sounds good.”

 

The duo got home in one piece. Jay looked over from the couch and noticed all the stuff. Alex was called and Jay's clothes were thrown in boxes. Lisa and Alex were able to convert the attic into a bedroom fit for a troubled teenager. Afterwards they all huddled to the table. The food was somehow more delicious than usual. Maybe it was the company.

 

***

 

Jay plopped to her knees. The Braxton Hicks contractions were driving her mad. And to make the scenario even more lovely, Jay's breasts leaked, making her dress wet. V went to help her get up, but Jay decided they should sit on the floor together. Lisa looked down at them with confusion. But, she accepted it. She handed Jay a towel from the closet and sat down with them.

 

32 weeks. So close yet so far.

 

“We're not having anymore kids.” Jay groaned.

 

“I agree. Three is enough.” V chuckled, patting Jay’s calf gently. It was swollen. God that must be painful.

 

The air suddenly shifted. The two women looked at Lisa. Her face was completely red. 

 

“Are you… I'm included?” Lisa sounded shy, but not in the way she was before. When she first arrived at their door. Not sad or angry. Hopeful.

 

“Well, yeah. You live with us. You're family. We love you.” Jay said like it was obvious.

 

“I just…” A pause. “But you're my aunts.”

 

“If that's how you'd like it to be. That's how it will be.” V jumped in.

 

“Am I… Allowed to call you guys my moms?”

 

Jay and V looked at each other. V spoke again. “Is that what you want?”

 

“Yeah… Kind of…”

 

“Then we're your mothers. Jay is mama. I'm mom.” V confirmed.

 

A soft gasp. “I get to call the twins my siblings?”

 

“If we're your moms then that’s inherent. You're our daughter.” Jay giggled happily.

 

“Can I keep my dad's last name, though?” Lisa asked like they'd slap her for the mere question.

 

“Absolutely.” V said that, but the couple nodded together. 

 

Lisa burst into tears. The women welcomed her in with open arms and each looped an arm around her. It was a little awkward, but the towel made a good barrier over Jay's chest. Lisa found what she needed. Parents again. Sure, they'd never replace Derek and Mona, but now she knew she'd have someone to rely on. Moms who would help her through the tough times and cheer for her in the good.

 

There were still bad days. Lisa frequently kept talking to a minimum. But when she had a problem? When she felt alone? Sad? She'd sit next to them on the couch. When Lisa wanted to destroy the world to bring her biological parents back? She held Jay's hand. It was a push and pull, but it was a journey only Lisa could take. 

 

***

 

“36 fucking weeks.” Jay grumbled to herself as she rubbed her stomach. “I give these little gremlins two more weeks before I evict them.”

 

“Darling…” V gave Jay a knowing glance from her computer, her glasses slipping a little.

 

“I know. I know. And it's not their fault it hurts so bad. I just… Baby…” Jay swapped chairs to sit closer to V.

 

V put her hand out so her wife could take it. And she did. Lisa finally finished making her packaged ramen and sat at the other end of the table. 

 

“Are you going to be ok for Alex’s wedding?” Lisa asked with sympathy in her eyes.

 

“Crap. That's soon. Isn't it?” Jay used her free hand to slap her forehead.

 

“It's tomorrow.” V adjusted her glasses with her free hand and went back to typing.

 

“What sane person has a summer wedding?” Jay groaned.

 

“I'm definitely telling Alex you called her insane.” 

 

“I'll tell her myself.” A sigh. “Tomorrow.”

 

And in the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Jay was a part of Alex's party, so she disappeared for a while. V was glad she was able to bring Lisa. Sure, she was being shy again, but at least she got some time in the sun. Most of the summer Lisa didn't go swimming. Didn't hang out with her friends or go to any concerts. A pity. Understandable, but still.

 

Just before the ceremony a boy walked up to Lisa and complimented her dress. She thanked him, but clearly wasn't interested in having a further conversation with him. This did not stop him from trying to get her number. 

 

“Eww. No.” Was the only thing Lisa said before walking back to her mom.

 

“Ew?” V asked in good humor.

 

“Boys are gross.”

 

“Aren't you a little too old to think that?”

 

“Um… No?”

 

Oooohhhh. V leaned in so the people sitting around her couldn't hear. “Do you mean ‘eww’ as in you don't like boys at all?”

 

Lisa rolled her eyes. “I like some boys.”

 

“Some?”

 

“Whatever.”

 

V kept her chuckle to herself. It was clear Lisa was either bi or lesbian or some similar variant. V knew well enough. Lisa would tell her when she was ready. And not a moment sooner.

 

The ceremony started and Alex stood at the altar with a gorgeous navy blue suit on. It complimented her eyes perfectly. And her soon to be wife, Helena? Drop dead gorgeous. Black hair and a long black dress to match. A truly beautiful couple. And Jay stood proudly to the side. Sure, she looked a little uncomfortable in her bridesmaids dress, but she'd only have to wear it for a little longer. Because afterwards was the…

 

“Welcome to the reception! Each table has a card with a name. If the wind blew it away, let me know. I have the chart.” The wedding planner greeted each guest like she was being paid by the minute.

 

It was clear Alex chose the reception venue. A pricey restaurant by the beach. Picturesque views. The smell of salt on the breeze. V allowed Lisa to take a break from the adults and go walk on the sand. Her social battery was clearly running low.

 

V walked around and realized she couldn't find her name anywhere. The planner seemed to recognize her confusion and pointed her in the right direction. She was seated at the family table. Jay joined her.

 

“I didn't realize we were sitting with Alex and Helena. I feel so honored.” V spoke quietly in contrast with the loud guests nearby.

 

“Helena’s parents thought it would be a fun idea to voice their disapproval of Helena marrying a woman just a few days ago.” Jay gossiped. “So we got bumped up.”

 

“I see.” V sighed sadly. Unfortunate. Uncalled for.

 

“So a bunch of Helena's family didn't show up. We'll be sitting with a few of Helena's friends.” 

 

Just in the nick of time, the brides showed up with the rest of their table guests. Alex’s parents and one of her cousins. Helena's best friend and…

 

“Lest! Elora!” Jay was over the moon.

 

“Jay. V. It's so nice to see you again.” Lest looked amazing in her long matte black dress.

 

“Ever since I catered your wedding I've been getting calls nonstop. I was wondering if I'd ever bump into your two. Thank you.” Elora's smile was honest and grateful.

 

“Your food is amazing, Elora. It was meant to happen.” Jay returned the expression.

 

V noticed one of the seats was empty. “Who's missing?”

 

“Well…” Lest let her eyes trail behind V.

 

She turned to see Mel walking towards the table. This was the last event he was talking about! They locked eyes. V got up and opened her arms. Mel ran over, picked her up, and spun her around.

 

“God I missed you.” Mel mumbled into her ear.

 

“I missed you too.” V admitted.

 

Mel put her down and hugged Jay where she sat. “Hello! How are you feeling?”

 

Jay gave his arms a firm squeeze. “These babies are about ready to pop out.”

 

“After this wedding I am all yours. If you'll have me, of course.”

 

“Is that ok, V? Can he come over for the delivery?” Jay patted Mel's arms as he let go.

 

“I'm fine with that.” V nodded.

 

Even though the trio had been apart for months, they still kept in touch. And of course, when the Talis family found out, Mel was notified as well. He was probably the most excited when he found out they were twins. At the time he had texted ‘double the love!’ Whatever that meant.

 

When Mel sat down with Elora and Lest, V noticed they were all wearing matching rings. Lest seemed to notice and gave a wink. It was official. They were a throuple. They looked so beautiful together. 

 

V felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Lisa with a black eye and bloody nose. V quickly got up.

 

“Lisa?! What happened?” V kept her hands as steady as possible.

 

“You should see the other guy…” Lisa had that distance in her voice again.

 

“Please excuse us. We'll be right back.” V pardoned herself and brought Lisa to the restroom. 

 

She had Lisa sit on the counter as she dampened a paper towel. V wiped the blood off, gingerly. Several scenarios ran through her head. None of them were good.

 

“Please tell me what happened. I want to hear your side of the story before this gets out of hand.” V threw the bloody towel away.

 

“That boy followed me to the beach and kept bothering me… I told him to leave. He didn't… So I punched him.” Lisa gripped at her dress until it wrinkled.

 

“Did you feel unsafe?” 

 

“I don't know…”

 

V sighed. Her version of the story didn't really give her anything to stand on. How would they resolve this? Before V could think of a solution, Jay popped into the bathroom. 

 

“Hey so… Did you punch that blonde kid?” Jay asked so casually it almost gave V whiplash.

 

“Yeah…” Lisa admitted freely.

 

“I knew it.” Jay shrugged. “He's telling everyone a boy on the beach hit him. What boy? Where did he go? He refuses to say.”

 

V rubbed her temples. “My only ask is that you don't make punching a regular ‘solution’ to your problems.”

 

“You're… Not going to make me apologize?” Lisa looked puzzled.

 

“What? No. You felt unsafe. Just try to get one of us next time. Ok?” 

 

“Ok.”

 

That was the end of it. The rest of the night went splendidly. Lisa kept to the side. But she seemed to like the music. So it wasn't a total loss for the teen. V and Jay had a blast catching up with Mel. Alex and Helena sang a song together to commemorate their love. A cheesy emo love ballad. Jay actually shed a tear.

 

The trio decided to leave a little early since Jay was absolutely exhausted. Alex and Helena thanked them for coming and for the gifts. The planner was kind and gave Lisa an icepack for the road.

 

About halfway home V heard Lisa make a strange noise. Huh? “You ok back there?”

 

“Why are you two so nice to me all the time?” Her voice was a bit whiney.

 

“Because we love you?” Jay tried to offer but clearly didn't know how to react. 

 

“The last time I hit someone my dad made me apologize and grounded me for a week.”

 

“Well, we aren't your dad.” V shrugged.

 

“I just… I don't get it. You don't have to be nice all the time. I feel like you guys are just pitying me.”

 

V found a safe place to pull over and turned to look Lisa in the eye. “We aren't showing you pity. This is how we are. This is how we show care. I'm not sure what you're trying to get out of this conversation.”

 

“I'm not trying to get anything. You're the one who asked me a question. Am I not supposed to answer honestly?” Lisa finally sat up straight. 

 

“Of course I want you to be honest. But this is absurd. You want us to be… Mean? That doesn't make sense.”

 

“I didn't say ‘be mean.’ Just… Don't be so nice all the time! It's weird.”

 

“It's not weird. What has gotten into you?”

 

“I've al–”

 

“Enough!” Jay's voice was loud and booming. It immediately silenced V and Lisa. They stared at her. “Enough. This is a nothing fight. Lisa, I know you have a lot of pent up anger and sadness. But don't take it out on us just because we care. V, don't argue with our daughter when you know she's just trying to get a reaction out of you. Understood?”

 

A beat.

 

“Yeah…” “Understood.” Lisa and V spoke quietly in unison.

 

They got home and didn't say a word. Lisa went straight to her room. V followed suit and went straight to her bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. What am I doing? How could I fall for that bait?

 

Jay shuffled behind her and sat to use the toilet. “V. It's ok.”

 

“Is it?” She used some micellar water to get makeup off her face.

 

“You just have to remember what teens are like. Sometimes they say what they don't mean.” 

 

“I know… I just feel so gullible.”

 

“You're not. I just think you got used to how you and Lisa are similar. Lisa used your differences to get under your skin. What's that phrase? Hurt people hurt people?”

 

V nodded as she threw cotton pads away. “You're right. You're completely right. Ugh.”

 

“Parenting is never easy.” Jay finished up and washed her hands. 

 

Jay walked over to the bed and yelped. V followed to make sure she was ok. Her face looked so pained.

 

“I'm sorry if we stressed you out.” V changed into her pajamas.

 

“It's ok, amada. I just pushed myself at the wedding. I shouldn't have worn high heels.” Jay sighed. Tried to take her shoes off by herself and failed.

 

V stepped up and helped her. And without even asking, V massaged at her sore legs. Swollen and irritated. V knew that feeling all too well.

 

“Thank you, V. I needed this.” Jay let out a sigh of relief.

 

“No problem.” V smiled as she continued. 

 

“These babies really want to come out. I genuinely don't think I'll make it to 40 weeks.”

 

“You're doing so well, darling. I know you'll make it.”

 

“Tell the twins, not me.”

 

V shrugged and talked directly to Jay’s belly. “Sorry, but you two need to wait a little longer. We want to make sure you both come out fully baked.”

 

Jay giggled. “Baked?”

 

“I wasn't sure how to phrase that.”

 

“Oh, baby, feel.” A quick command.

 

V kindly lifted her wife's dress and splayed her hand over Jay's belly. It felt like both of the babies were kicking into her hand. While the twins didn't understand what Jay and V were saying, they clearly liked to interact. Be involved in whatever they were talking about. V smiled wide.

 

“Just a little longer, my darlings. We'll all be waiting patiently for you.”

 

***

 

The twins truly were giving Jay hell. They still had 2 more weeks to go but they were kicking as if they were protesting. V and Lisa had to lock in because Jay genuinely couldn't do anything by herself. V helped her bathe and go to the bathroom. Lisa helped with anything else. Ophelia stopped by frequently with meals and words of encouragement.

 

Alex had to stop by with paperwork at some point and Jay could barely concentrate. V came over and worked out the tension in her shoulders. This gave Jay just enough strength to sign. 

 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Alex’s brows were furrowed in frustration for her boss and friend.

 

“No… Thank you, Alex. I appreciate it.” Jay leaned her arms on the table.

 

“You're welcome.” She looked to V. “Anything at all. Call.”

 

Then she was off. A lot of people offered help, but truly, there was nothing else to do. V made Jay as comfortable as possible and that still wasn't enough. Everyday she cried. Jay was never built to carry twins, yet she was hanging on like a champ. 

 

Lisa had to be out of the house to tour the campus she'd be going to, so it was just Jay and V on Friday. Jay asked for help with a bath and V was all too happy to help.

 

V worked on her back first so she could lean back. Then her hair, torso, and legs. After a rinse, V filled the tub with warm water. It wasn't ideal, but it did help. Jay relaxed a little, closing her eyes. Yeah. Still as beautiful as the day I met you.

 

V leaned her arm on the tub and they both fell asleep. Exhausted. V dreamed about floating amongst the stars. No worries in the world.

 

“Baby.” Jay's voice was gentle.

 

V slowly came back down to reality. “Angel?”

 

“Maybe we should nap in bed.”

 

“Huh? Oh, right.”

 

A quick drain and a dry off. They both threw on nightgowns and fell right back asleep. This time V didn't dream. But she held her wife's hand ever so gently. It kept her grounded. She felt calm. At ease. She eventually heard Lisa get back, but neither of them moved. 

 

A knock at the door.

 

“Hello, Lisa.” V’s voice was groggy.

 

“Can I come in?” Her voice was small.

 

Jay opened one of her eyes. “Mhmm.”

 

V lifted herself up and confirmed Lisa may enter. She came in with her new uniform on. This got Jay's attention so she shifted awkwardly to sit up.

 

“What do you think?” Lisa gave them a little twirl.

 

“It looks wonderful, honey. It really fits you.” V yawned.

 

“So cute.” Jay smiled like she was drunk.

 

“Are you two ok?” Lisa stepped a little closer.

 

“We're just tired.” Jay offered.

 

“Did I wake you two up? I'm sorry.” Lisa turned around.

 

“Hey. No need to be sorry. We're happy to see you got your new uniform. Tell us how the tour went.” V gestured for her to get closer.

 

Hesitation. Only for a moment. Then Lisa kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. And she didn't stutter or pause the entire time. Lisa was genuinely excited to start school again. Jay and V melted at the sight. 

 

***

 

Screaming. A blood curdling, gut wrenching sound. 

 

V immediately finished what she was doing in the bathroom and ran out to see Lisa trying to help Jay get off the floor. A strange liquid was all over the tile. 

 

Shit.

 

“Lisa. Grab a towel and call Jose.” V took Lisa's place.

 

“But–” Lisa caught herself. V was in action mode. It was time to go. She did as she was told.

 

Jay cried. “V it hurts so bad. Please.”

 

“I know it hurts. Jose will be here soon. We just need to get you to the tub.” V used a lot of her strength to get Jay to stand.

 

A wretching sob. “Please! It hurts. I'm begging you.”

 

“I hear you, but you aren't giving birth in the kitchen. Just a few steps.”

 

It took a great effort and Lisa ended up needing to help, but they got Jay into the tub. V prepped everything else that Jose would need. She was about to step out when Jay grabbed her.

 

“Don't. Leave. Me.” Jay had to grit her teeth or otherwise she'd yell hysterically.

 

“Of course, Jay. I'm right here.” V grabbed ahold of Jay's hand. She turned to Lisa in the doorway. “Can you do me a favor?”

 

“Oh uh, right. Anything.” Lisa looked ready to run.

 

“Grab my phone. Password is 0413. Call Mel.” 

 

“On it.”

 

“Why does it hurt so bad?” Jay sobbed loudly.

 

V repositioned herself to be at a better angle, still holding her wife's hand. “It's what happens when two babies are trying to come out at the same time. You're doing good.”

 

Jose jogged in so quickly he nearly slid in. “Ok. I'm here.”

 

“Kill me.” Jay was shaking.

 

“I'm not too late. Good.” Jose quickly turned the water on and filled the tub up just enough. 

 

He was as quick and diligent as possible. Jose even brought two baby baskets to put them in. A smaller version of what you'd see at a hospital. Once he got everything out of the way, he took a centering breath.

 

“I'm going to take your underwear off, ok?” He informed her merely as a courtesy. They were already ruined and impeded progress.

 

“Fuck you.” Jay growled in pain.

 

Jose ignored her and looked to V. “Looks like I came just in time. The first baby is already crowning.”

 

“Holy shit.” V leaned a bit further into the tub. “You hear that, angel? One's already on the way out.”

 

“Get. It. Out!” Jay couldn't help the tears that rushed down her face. Her face and chest were red. If the pain wasn't so persistent Jay likely would have passed out.

 

“I need you to push, Jay. Take a deep breath and bear down.” Jose readied and steadied himself.

 

Jay followed orders, but it was really hard. The first one was a little stubborn. It took longer than Jose anticipated, but when the water splashed? Instant relief on Jay's face. And the second twin came out with great ease. Overall it took an hour. So more pain for a quicker delivery. Jay relaxed.

 

Jose carefully cleaned them off. Including getting the fluids out of their mouth. So they finally cried. Lisa watched in awe by the doorway. V was curious, but Jay wouldn't let go of her hand yet.

 

“I was right! A boy and a girl!” Lisa smiled proudly.

 

Jay looked at V. “I guess it's good we have names for them.” 

 

V chuckled. “Of course.”

 

Jose turned around and the women looked confused. The babies were beautiful. Chubby and healthy. But…

 

“Why does one of them have red hair?” Jay pondered.

 

Jose blinked for a moment. “Huh… That's pretty rare.”

 

“Yeah, but what does it mean?” V thought about her bloodline. No redheads. Mostly brunettes, a few with black hair.

 

“Oh, well… She got it from me.” Jose shrugged.

 

The women stared at him. Jose had brown skin, light brown eyes, and black hair. What in the world was he talking about? 

 

“My mom had red hair.” 

 

“Oooooh… Ok… Now give.” Jay held her tired arms out.

 

Obviously Jose obliged. The girl was pale with red hair and the boy was dark brown with black hair. Opposites. V and Jay watched their tiny faces in awe. Just for a moment, it was just the four of them. The beginning of two new lives.

 

“Did you want help with the birth certificates?” Jose asked after some time.

 

“Yes.” V pushed some hair out of her face. She helped spell their names. 

 

“Got it. So Viktorie and Jayce? Those are cute names.” Jose washed his hand in the sink and went to write the certificates.

 

Lisa stepped a little closer. When Jay gestured with her head to look, she did. V stepped out of the way so Lisa could get a good look at them. V followed Jose’s lead and washed her hands.

 

“They're so cute. Little JJ and little Tori.” Lisa's eyes were sparkling in the dim bathroom light.

 

“Those are nice nicknames for them.” Jay sighed happily. 

 

Mel finally showed up. He was sweating and panting. When he saw the twins? He nearly keeled over. V saved him.

 

“I'm so sorry. I was on the other side of town when Lisa called me. And there was traffic and–” Mel was cut off.

 

“Shut up. Wash your hands so you can hold your god children.” Jay smiled, damp and tired. But still full of energy.

 

“God…? I'm the godfather?” Mel looked about ready to cry.

 

V shoved him to the sink. He was as quick and thorough as he could be. And when he finally held the babies in his arms? Pure love.

 

“Jayce and Viktorie? Named after you two? I love that. Can I use Lisa's nicknames though?” Mel looked like he was about to implode from happiness.

 

“Sure thing, Mel.” V chuckled.

 

“Hello JJ. Hello Tori. You're so cute. Yes you are. Mhmmm. And uncle Mel loves you.” He gave them each a soft boop on the nose. 

 

Jay pulled V down so she could whisper in her wife's ear. Ah. Right.

 

“Thank you both for being here. Would you kindly step out so Jay can shower?” V relayed the message as kindly as possible.

 

Lisa and Mel quickly excused themselves. V was about to join them, but Jay had other plans. Nothing sexual, she just needed a little help. Her core had been pushed to the limit and she needed direct support. V didn't mind and she needed a shower herself.

 

When V and Jay were cleaned and dressed they saw Jose at the table. Mel and Lisa were on the couch holding Tori and JJ respectively. It was quiet. Just the sound of pen on paper and the babies cooing.

 

Jay kept her volume low, but clear. “Thank you all so much. It was a pretty tough 9 months, but you all made it worth it. Now, if you'll pardon me, I need to rest.” Jay kissed V on the forehead and went back into her bedroom.

 

“I'd like to thank you all too. Dinner is on me.” V walked over to the couch and sat between Mel and Lisa.

 

***

 

For a couple weeks after the birth of the twins, Lisa and Mel were able to help. It took a massive weight off Jay and V’s shoulders. V was able to finish the preliminary work on her project and Jay caught up on important matters at work. 

 

And the babies were already displaying their personalities. Tori was loud and curious. Very clingy and would tear your earrings out if given the chance. JJ was quiet and sweet. The type to listen carefully to what you had to say. Loved to nap and grip your finger. But both posed their challenges. 

 

Then Lisa had to start school and Mel had to go back to work. Shortly after, Jay went back to working full time at the shop. So it was V’s duty to look after the kids. 

 

One beautiful September afternoon, Tori would not stop crying. Nothing V did could calm the poor child down. Milk, diaper change, pats on the back, rocking. Everything. On and on. No progress. This, in turn, caused JJ to cry hysterically too. 

 

This made V so exhausted. She picked up her two screaming twins and brought them to the computer. And just… Started talking.

 

“So I had to read this document over and over again. It was a real challenge. I was able to use historical context and an older language model to find out this document was about the moon phases. But not just that! It also explained the origin story of….”

 

JJ and Tori were absolutely enamored by their mom. Like they could understand everything she was saying. V smiled brightly. It was kind of nice to have a captivated audience. She awkwardly moved the mouse to look at another document.

 

“If you thought that one was cool, let me show you this one. When I first started processing it I thought it was an illustration of a river, but when I did more research I realized it was a dog!”

 

This actually made Tori wave around. Adorable. V kissed each of the twins on the forehead and continued. This method seemed to work perfectly until Jay got home. 

 

“Look! Mama's home!” V swiveled in her chair a little so they could see. 

 

Sure, their vision wasn't there yet, they could probably make out the vague outline of Jay. And her famous overalls. The children cooed and aahed in Jay's direction.

 

“Hello my sweethearts.” Jay walked right up to V. Kissed JJ, then Tori, then her wife on the lips.

 

“I found a new way to get them to calm down.” V yawned sleepily.

 

“What's that, baby?” Jay sat down next to her.

 

“Just… Talking to them about work.” 

 

Jay laughed joyfully. “What? I love that. Like I said, they're going to have your brain.”

 

“Honestly? I'm not so sure about that. I think they have a perfect split between us.” V squeezed the babies ever so slightly, they each made a silly noise in response.

 

“We'll have to wait and see. Won't we?” Jay picked up Tori and cradled her. “Did they get the chance to nap or did they cry all day?”

 

“They napped for a bit, but that was in between the crying.”

 

“Aww, poor things. Well, no worry. Maybe they'll sleep a little better tonight.”

 

“I hope so… But I won't get my hopes up.”

 

Jay readjusted and grabbed JJ. “Alright, baby. Do what you need to do.”

 

“Thank you, angel.”

 

V finally got to go to the bathroom and took a shower. It was much needed, especially after Tori puked on her shoulder. And after drying off and getting changed? She saw a beautiful sight.

 

Her wife, a baby on each hip, dancing around. Singing and blowing raspberries. It made V fall in love all over again. The love of my life. What would I do without you?

 

***

 

V and Jay sat at the table and went over bills. Lisa, ever the kind sibling, looked after the babies. Apparently the teen had found out the twins liked interesting music. Tori liked metal and JJ liked old showtunes. Again. Opposites. V wondered if they'd end up having anything in common.

 

“I'm thinking we should go back to meal prepping? It will save us some money.” Jay tapped her pen against her cheek.

 

“That's fair. I could also take shorter showers.” V checked the bill again. “I'm definitely guilty.”

 

Jay whispered very quietly. “We could shower together.”

 

V chuckled. “Then we'd really be wasting water.”

 

Lisa got up from where she was with the twins, still keeping a close eye on them. She grabbed a chair from the table. “Is everything ok? Why are we budgeting?”

 

The couple looked at her, but Jay answered. “Babies are expensive.”

 

“Diapers, doctor visits, special kinds of soap, bottles, toys, I could go on.” V sighed while tapping a bill.

 

“Should I get a job?” Lisa asked quietly.

 

“No, honey, you're alright. We want you to focus on school. Let us worry about money matters.” 

 

“I want to help…”

 

Jay chimed in again. “You are helping. Watching after the twins when you can has really made a difference.”

 

V added. “And you help make meals. When you folded the laundry yesterday I was so happy I nearly cried.”

 

“I just… I feel like it's not enough.” Lisa looked incredibly serious.

 

Then it dawned on V. Lisa was used to doing chores. Her biological parents taught her well. But something in Lisa's mind had been rewired. Chores are a default, a ‘I need to do more’ mentality.

 

V put the bills down and patted Lisa on the shoulder. “You're a kid, Lisa. And we're your family. You are enough. You are doing enough.”

 

Lisa looked back at her for a moment. “Well um… I'm not a kid.”

 

“You are a kid. An older one, but a kid nonetheless. So please, do not go worrying about bills just yet. Trust me, you'll have plenty of time to think about it when you're older.”

 

It looked like Lisa wanted to argue further, but Jay gave her a look. The teen rolled her eyes and went back to the twins. And the adults continued budgeting.

 

A couple days later and the air was starting to cool off. October. A welcomed change from the humid heat summer had slapped them with. 

 

V was typing at her computer when Lisa got home. They said their usual greetings. Usually, Lisa went right upstairs to do homework when she got home, but instead she went over to JJ and picked him up. Hmm?

 

She decided to sit at the table, the baby cradled in her arms. “Are you and Mama doing anything this Saturday?”

 

V looked up from her computer, adjusting her glasses as usual. “Let me think…. Hmm… No. No plans this weekend. Why?”

 

“I have… An idea and I just need you two home for it.”

 

“Are you going to share your idea?” 

 

“Nope. It's a surprise.”

 

A beat.

 

“Have you chosen your favorite sibling?” V teased.

 

“What? Oh. Actually I really like Tori. I just know she'll be so fun when she's older.” Lisa bopped JJ’s nose which earned a cute little grumble.

 

“Then why pick JJ to hold?” 

 

“Why not? He's clearly a sensitive soul.”

 

“Oh? Where does that hunch come from?”

 

“He's so quiet. He pretty much only cries when Tori cries. He also loves hearing people talk.”

 

“Interesting… So you think Tori will be fun when she's older. What will JJ be like?”

 

Lisa giggled softly. “He's going to be a shy little nerd. I'm not sure on what yet, but I know he's going to be smart.”

 

Another tease. “I hope you're not saying Tori will be dumb.”

 

“Not at all. But she'll be using her smarts for evil.”

 

“Evil???”

 

“Not like she'll be a villain. I mean she'll be chaotic. Brave and brash.”

 

V was absolutely intrigued by Lisa's predictions. In a way, she agreed. But children can change a lot over time. V would know that well. Apparently she was a very loud and outgoing baby. That didn't really carry over to adulthood. But she was also a quick learner and stubborn. That did stay.

 

“What other predictions do you have for your siblings?” V finished the table she was working on and focused on the teen.

 

“I have so many. Let's see. JJ is going to win first place in a science fair. He'll get so happy he'll cry. Oh! Tori will join the track and field team and win third. She'll act like she got first place.”

 

A genuine laugh. “That will be interesting to see.”

 

“I can also guarantee you, they're both gay.”

 

“Come on. It's way too early to guess that.”

 

“It's not a guess. It's a guarantee. You'll see it.”

 

V almost wanted to dig a bit more on that, but then she recalled something. She wanted to test the waters again. “By the way, how's school going?”

 

“Good. I've made a lot of new friends. I'm doing really well in English.” Lisa petted JJ’s fuzzy head.

 

“I'm glad to hear that. Are your friends from English or…?”

 

“I've got a couple in each class. My favorite class to go to is History. There's this girl named Diane. I think she has a photographic memory or something.”

 

Bingo. “And… Is Diane also a friend?”

 

“Not yet.”

 

The confidence in that statement alone made V feel happy for her. She couldn't wait to hear the good news. The day they'd be friends. And maybe, just maybe, the day they'd be more. 

 

***

 

That Saturday Jay and V woke up to the smell of maple sausage and eggs. Oh? They each took a turn in the bathroom, Jay left the bedroom first. V grabbed her cane and followed after. The past couple of days her hip hurt, but she didn't feel it that morning. Still, it's good to be cautious.

 

Lisa greeted them from the kitchen. It hardly looked like she made a dish and yet she had multiple things prepared. Even coffee, which V quickly grabbed a mug of. 

 

“What's all this, honey?” Jay asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

 

“Breakfast. Now go sit. It's almost done.” Lisa shooed them away.

 

V chuckled at Jay's indignant expression. “You heard the lady, we need to sit.”

 

V noticed JJ and Tori looked very content in their little bouncy chairs. A perfect morning. It may not stay that way, but for that moment? Paradise.

 

Lisa brought plates stacked high with sausage, bacon, mini pancakes, grapes, hash browns, and eggs made to their preference. V and Jay looked to the plate then to Lisa in awe. This was kind of a lot, but it was a sweet gesture.

 

“Bon appétit.” Lisa giggled as she went back to the kitchen to grab her own plate.

 

“Thank you, Lisa. You didn't have to do all of this.” V smiled as she bit into some bacon.

 

“Really, this is so nice.” Jay took a bite of the eggs. “And tasty.”

 

Lisa sat down with her food and some orange juice. “You're welcome. But this is only the beginning.”

 

“Oh?” V tilted her head a little.

 

“After breakfast you two are going to get dressed and,” Lisa put two tickets on the table. “Go on a date! Hand these to the guy in the booth and you'll have access to all the rides on the boardwalk.”

 

Jay picked them up in amazement. “Woah. I haven't seen these in years. I thought they stopped giving these out.” She looked closer. “How… Did you get these?”

 

Lisa immediately looked suspicious. “I know a guy. It doesn't matter. Just go. They're good. I promise.”

 

V gave Jay a look. Sometimes you really do have to drop it. “Thank you so much, Lisa. You sure you'll be ok with the twins?”

 

“No problem! Yeah. I have both of your numbers. I can also call one of the cousins. Or Isla or Ophelia. I have options.”

 

After a couple more reassurances, the couple got ready. Jay got ready first and went out to the car. V contemplated what she should put in her purse. Hmmm… She followed the impulse to bring a toy and something new. V gave Lisa a quick hug and kissed the twins on their foreheads.

 

When she got in the car she nearly had a heart attack. She didn't see what Jay was wearing before she left the house. Leather. A full ensemble: jacket, pants, and boots. And it was the perfect weather for it. V had to shove the feral side of herself down. I must be patient.

 

“I was thinking about taking the motorcycle, but you've got your cane.” Jay casually mentioned.

 

V cleared her throat. “It's just in case. We could take the motorcycle if you want.”

 

If Jay was a puppy she'd be wagging her tail and jumping up and down. They got out of the car and went over to Jay's favorite vehicle. Her motorcycle was pitch black, shiny, and even had a bag attachment. V had never gotten the chance to ride on it and it made her core tingle in anticipation. 

 

Her wife happily pulled out two helmets. At first, V thought she was just well prepared. But no, the helmet had the initials VT scratched in. This was custom made for her. V felt so seen. Jay had been hopeful that one day they'd get to ride. V hoped it was worth the wait.

 

Before hopping on, V reduced the cane's size and put it in the bag. Jay got on and patted the space behind her. A wide smile plastered on her face, just visible below the visor of her helmet. No need to be nervous. V carefully hopped on and grabbed onto Jay.

 

It was exhilarating. Like a bird flying close to the ground. Wind whipped through V’s hair and tugged at her sweater. She looked in awe at all the buildings and people they passed. It was beautiful. A wonderful new experience. And she had it with her wife? Heaven on earth. She wrapped her arms all the way around Jay, coveting the feeling of the leather. It had a little wear to it so it felt soft, but just enough shine to make Jay's muscles pop. 

 

It was almost a pity when they finally made it to the boardwalk. But, on the bright side, now V had easier access to her wife. She had just given Jay a trim a few days ago and her hair was healthy and shiny. Jay put on a little bit of eyeliner and a dark red lip. What I’d give to fuck her right now. No. Calm down. Oh! But the new thing V had bought. It was calling to her from inside her purse.

 

“Jay?” V grabbed it and hid it behind her back.

 

Jay turned around. “Yes, baby?”

 

“Come here.” V smiled like she was completely innocent.

 

Obviously Jay obeyed. When she was just close enough V put a collar on Jay. It perfectly matched her outfit, so no one would bat an eye. It was black with a silver loop in the front. Jay felt it and turned red.

 

“Y-you remembered.” Jay bit her lower lip.

 

“Of course I did. Anything for my puppy.” V tucked some hair behind her ear and walked forward. But she didn't miss the quiet whimper that escaped Jay's lips.

 

They walked up to the booth and found a teenager working there. V recognized him, he was one of the people in Lisa's lock screen photo. She had properly deduced he was a friend she met in middle school. Cute. They got their wristbands and walked right in.

 

“Where should we go first?” V pondered out loud.

 

“If you're feeling alright, could we go on the old style rollercoaster? I haven't gone since I was a kid.” Jay was practically radiating joy.

 

V smiled and took her hand. “Of course. Let's go.”

 

The line was a bit longer than V anticipated, but the ride? A little scary. It looked well maintained, but she was a little worried age would take its toll. They hopped ride to ride until V felt nauseous. Jay felt a little bad so they sat at a table with an umbrella.

 

“I'm sorry, amada. I pushed you.” Jay looked dejected.

 

“Hey, it's ok. It's nice seeing you have fun. It's been awhile.” V finally caved and put her long hair up into a ponytail.

 

“But it's not much fun if you aren't having fun with me.” 

 

That made V’s heart skip a beat. “Oh, angel. I am having fun. It's just… Mixing with the discomfort.”

 

Jay sat on what she said for a moment. “What do you want to do?”

 

Hmm… “Let's go on the Ferris wheel. It'll give me time to rest and it's huge.”

 

“Ok!” 

 

Jay didn't need much prompting. Since the line was a bit long again, V leaned on Jay while they waited. Her back, hip, and legs were fine, it was just nice to take a break. Jay certainly didn't mind, rubbing her arm in support. When the two finally got to the front they got into a carriage, sitting across from one another.

 

V wiggled into her sweater as the sea breeze tickled her skin. Warm sun, cool breeze. The epitome of fall on the beach. She stared at Jay, admiring the way her eyes practically glowed in the sunlight. Pots of honey. This time, instead of wishing she could capture the moment, V took a picture of her with her phone. Jay giggled and returned the gesture.

 

The wheel went around one time. They were about to go over the top again when everything suddenly stopped. The carriage jostled the couple a little, causing some items to spill out of V’s purse. She recovered them quickly. V looked down to see workers talking to each other wildly. Something about a gear being stuck. Maintenance would be awhile.

 

“Shit. Looks like we're stuck up here for a bit.” V shifted her sight from the staff to Jay.

 

Her wife's eyes were half lidded, a knowing smile. “Did I see a toy in there?”

 

She wants to take advantage of our predicament? V smiled back. “Maybe you did.”

 

“What kind?” Jay carefully leaned forward.

 

V didn't say a word. She merely removed the two components from her purse. A vibrating bullet and a remote. V held them tantalizingly in each hand. A challenge. Open for Jay to accept or reject. Maintenance could take five minutes or five hours. Would it be worth it? 

 

Jay seemed to think so. V gently handed the bullet off, making sure the carriage didn't tip too far. Jay sucked in a shaky breath. Mentally prepared herself. Then shoved it down into her underwear. Right to her clit, readjusting slightly. Then, like a good girl, placed her hands to her thighs. V had full control. They hadn't done anything for months and this reignited the spark V had been missing. 

 

She treasured her wife and three kids. Dearly. It obviously made sense that they didn't have much time to themselves. The twins needed a lot of attention and Lisa was opening up more. Jay and V also worked full time on top of all of that. So V had tucked her desires away. Respectfully. But she could finally let go.

 

V clicked the remote’s settings to a low, patterned buzz. Teasing Jay. Jay smiled and slightly opened her legs. There wouldn't be any wetness through the leather, but V knew. And at that moment? All she needed was Jay's reactions. 

 

The next setting was a little faster, the pattern was a bit more erratic. This made Jay squirm a little, her hips bucking every so often. Chasing the feeling. Wanting more. Her lips parted slightly, allowing V to hear how uneven Jay’s breathing was.

 

Another setting. Faster, a more consistent pattern. Jay arched her back into the sensation. She spread her legs a little more and her face was powdered with a nice red. V sighed dreamily. If only it was safe to eat someone out midair.

 

Another. Faster, a sort of tapping sensation to the pattern. One of V’s favorites. Jay moaned as quietly as she could, her chest heaving with pleasure. She couldn't seem to help herself, she snuck her hand up her shirt and teased her nipples through her bra. It was a beauty to behold. If only they could be naked. V’s pupils were blown and all she could do was admire her wife.

 

The final setting. Very fast and non-stop. Jay tried her damndest to not thrash around, but it was hard. Both of her hands were in her shirt, making it more difficult to stay quiet. V put her hand over her own mouth. Tried to keep her shaky breathing from being audible. Jay's eyebrows were knit together in ecstasy, drool dripping from her lips, her gorgeous eyes rolled back.

 

Jay quickly removed one of her hands from her shirt and used it to cover her mouth. She came with a ferocity V hadn't seen since their honeymoon. And seeing Jay come down from it? Equally as pleased. V was kind and turned the toy off. As if on cue, the ride started moving again. Rapidly, Jay fixed her shirt and bra. Readjusted her pants and underwear and tried to look normal. But her cheeks were still red. 

 

The two got off the ride. The workers apologized profusely. It was kind, but unnecessary. Jay's legs were a little wobbly, but that just made it look like she was afraid of heights or something. Nobody would be able to tell. 

 

“Baby, let's go to the bathroom.” Jay whispered softly into V’s ear.

 

V gave her an evil smile. “There's just… One more thing I want to do.”

 

This seemed to make Jay both excited and a little nervous. “O-ok. Sure. What would you like to do?”

 

“Let's go to the arcade. Win me a prize and,” V leaned in just enough so only Jay could hear. “We'll do whatever you want.”

 

Jay looked so turned on that V wondered if she'd come again on words alone. But no, Jay was good as always. Since it was getting a little dark, a lot of the kids had left for the day. There were just a couple of teens and adults left. Jay looked back to hear instructions on what to do. Nothing. V merely gestured forward. Pick something nice for me.

 

Jay examined the different claw machines and picked one of them. It had plush sharks. Hmm, not what I was thinking. V turned the remote on low. Jay's legs twitched a little, but she kept trying to win a shark. Since her wife was persistent, V bumped up the speed. 

 

It seemed Jay slightly grasped the hint. She carefully walked to another machine. Classic teddy bears. Cute. The tapping pattern, same speed. Jay lurched forward on the machine. That won't do. V took her cane out, adjusted the height, and tapped Jay's leg. That hint was a little easier to read. She readjusted her stance. Gave up and walked to another one.

 

This machine had puppies. It somehow felt fitting. Faster, consistent. Jay had to bite her lower lip to concentrate at all. A little faster. Jay couldn't keep her hands steady. Since she kept failing, she moved to one more machine.

 

Axolotls. That made V’s heart melt. The fastest speed. Jay's whole body shaked with a great effort to appear normal. And though she couldn't ignore the pleasure, she was finally able to win a prize. V could tell Jay was about to come. She carefully grabbed Jay by the collar and kissed her passionately. This allowed V to swallow Jay's moans. When Jay started twitching, V turned the toy off and pulled away. A string of saliva temporarily connected them.

 

Jay shakily handed V the toy. “Mercy.”

 

“Of course. You won me a prize. You're a good girl. What would you like to do?”

 

“Bathroom. Now.” Jay grabbed V by the wrist and dragged her along.

 

It wasn't so much dragging as it was directing. V was very happy to oblige. There were two bathrooms but they were unisex. Jay simply chose the free one. She dragged them inside and locked the door behind them. Jay immediately went into kissing V with a greater passion than expected. Hard and horny, like they were teenagers in their first relationship. 

 

V tilted her head into it, giving Jay easier access. The kiss was all encompassing. Greedy and dirty. Perfect. Jay let her hands travel all over V’s body. It felt divine. Smooth and wanting. While caught in the kiss, Jay removed the toy from her underwear and slipped it into V’s. Before she could really think, Jay sneakily stole the remote away. And went right to the highest setting.

 

Almost on instinct, V jerked away. It was a lot all at once, but it felt so good. Jay pulled her right back into the kiss. Possessive. Jay didn't want anyone else to hear her moans. Mine. So hot. I'm in the bathroom with the hottest woman on the planet earth. The galaxy. V let Jay hold her tight as she squirmed and thrashed in pleasure. Since she was already so wet and horny, she came pretty quickly.

 

Jay gave her room to catch her breath and stopped the toy when V’s orgasm was over. V leaned against the leather of Jay's jacket, adoring the worn feel. After a moment, Jay slipped the toy out and cleaned it in the sink. As best she could. Dried it and put it in V’s purse. Deep down so it really couldn't fall out.

 

“God, I missed this.” Jay kissed V’s forehead.

 

“Me too. I wish we could do more.” V wiped some sweat from her forehead.

 

“More?” Jay looked her in the eyes, a fire still burned within her.

 

“Oh dear.” V chuckled awkwardly.

 

Before V could reject the idea, Jay sat her down on the toilet, moving her hips to the edge of the lid. She got down on her knees, leather creaking with the effort. Jay quickly removed her pants and underwear and got right to business. Licking and savoring V’s heat. This time V had to cover her own mouth. It was so good so fast she went right into keening moans. Jay kept her steady as always. Since V was sensitive, she came again.

 

But Jay kept going and going. The stars had returned and V landed in a fuzzy state of bliss. Her clit was overly sensitive and it took her away. A short out of body experience until she crashed down again. Coming with a fervor. Jay was ready to keep going but V couldn't take it anymore.

 

“D-Dino. Darling. Enough.” V panted.

 

Jay instantly pulled away, licking whatever remained off her lips. “Aww. I could have kept going.”

 

“I know, angel. But it's been awhile and I need to breathe.” An airy, light hearted chuckle.

 

Jay cleaned the rest of her face off with a paper towel. “Ok, baby. I hear you. Maybe we should… Lock our door more often.”

 

V chuckled, pulling her clothes back to where they belonged. “You know I'd love that, but the twins are still so young. We'll just have to… Schedule better?”

 

Jay giggled. “Schedule?”

 

“You know what I mean.”

 

“I do. Yeah.” A pause. “We owe Lisa.”

 

V simply nodded. How they'd do that was unclear. But they would. They got home safely, axolotl in tow. Jay was about to say her usual greeting when she noticed Lisa was asleep with both babies in her arms. They all looked so peaceful. V and Jay very quietly took the twins and brought them upstairs. The couple quickly changed into pajamas and flopped onto the bed. With the axolotl between them. They slept well, dreams of their date replaying in their minds.

 

***

 

The beginning of November brought a strange cold front. V wondered if it would snow earlier than usual. Hoped it wouldn't. For Jay's sake.

 

With the money they saved they were able to budget in a babysitter on occasion. Not every single day, but it gave everyone some room to breathe. That's how they were able to pay Lisa back. If things worked out, she would be able to do after school activities next year. 

 

V finished work early so she sat in the backyard. The plants and vegetables had to be harvested earlier than usual so they could winter properly. It was a bit of a sad sight. But it was good to know things would come back again. Their vibrant garden would bloom once more.

 

Suddenly, she felt watched. She looked toward the sliding door to see Lisa and Tori staring at her. She chuckled softly and gestured for them to come out. Lisa sat on the adjacent chair.

 

“What brings my beautiful girls outside this evening?” V turned to fully face them.

 

“I wanted to talk to you and Tori insisted on coming with me.” Lisa patted the baby on her head.

 

“Oh? What's going on?” 

 

“George texted me.”

 

A pang of pain ripped through V’s chest. “How's he holding up?”

 

“Better. I think. But I'm a little worried.”

 

“Why's that, honey?”

 

“He just… He keeps apologizing. But I don't know why.”

 

V thought for a moment. “What's the context?”

 

“Like he’ll mention past memories and apologize. ‘Remember that time we drew on the kid’s table? Sorry.’ That's just one example.”

 

The gears turned in V’s head. Analyzing the data. Crunching the numbers. With a couple more examples she was able to form a picture. An idea.

 

“All of those memories sound like times you two got in trouble.” V leaned forward.

 

“I mean sure, but I like those memories. They make me happy. Moments where we were just being kids.” Lisa ruffled Tori’s hair affectionately.

 

“I think… George might be thinking in hindsight. He's trying to make up for past failures. Make amends.”

 

This train of thought seemed to transfer to Lisa. “He realized he had always been a troubled kid. He's trying to atone. He blames himself for… I need to call him.”

 

“Ok. You go ahead. Give me Tori.”

 

Lisa did as such and went back inside. V looked at her precious infant. She kept grasping to tug on V's hair. Nope. Not happening again. She tucked her hair back and kissed Tori on the forehead.

 

“My sweet little darling. The apple of my eye. That's not allowed. You wouldn't like it if someone tugged your hair out. You and your sensitive little head.”

 

Obviously Tori didn't have a voice yet, but she wiggled her little fingers in quiet defiance. That made V chuckle. Truly, so much attitude in her tiny body.

 

“Maybe Lisa was right. Maybe you'll grow up to be a troublemaker. Does that sound exciting?”

 

Again, no words. Only Tori wiggling and making weird sounds. V just took that as a yes. How fun.

 

Lisa popped back outside. “We were right. I'm glad I called him… He feels so alone.”

 

V nodded in understanding. “Do you think we can convince him to come to the party? The one before Thanksgiving?”

 

A pause. “Actually… Yeah. I think I can. Good idea.” Lisa lifted her hand for a high five.

 

V readjusted a smidge and met her halfway. “We'll remind him. He will remember.”

 

***

 

The day of the party. The twins were with a trusted babysitter since Jay and V weren't ready for everyone to meet them. Not until they were sure people were vaccinated for things like whooping cough. The couple did not play.

 

But they obviously brought Lisa along. Thankfully Jay was able to get people to chill on grieving for her or in front of her. That wasn't what Lisa needed. Not on a day she wanted to have fun and support her cousin.

 

The trio found George on the side steps. Lisa walked right up to him, but the adults stayed back. They could still hear, but they wanted to give the older teen space.

 

“Hey, George. It's good to see you.” Lisa put her fist out.

 

He looked at it, puzzled for a moment, then gave her a fist bump. “Hey Lisa.”

 

“Hungry?” 

 

“Not really.”

 

“Ok.” Lisa tucked her skirt and sat next to him. 

 

The adults moved to the side. Still wanting to hear the conversation, but being respectful. Keeping a peaceful distance.

 

“Aren't you hungry?” George’s voice was small.

 

“Sure. But I feel like sitting next to you.” Lisa lightly tapped her shoes against the cement of the step below her.

 

“Why?” 

 

“Why? That's a stupid question. You're my cousin.”

 

“That still doesn't –”

 

“I love you. I like sitting next to you.”

 

George tucked the lower half of his face into his hoodie. “Fine… I love you too.”

 

Jay and V decided to leave at that. Lisa could handle the rest. No more hovering. When they made it to the backyard they were bombarded with cousins, aunts, grandpas, whoever to see baby pictures. The couple actually had to split up to share whatever they had. Needless to say they got a lot of questions about why Tori was a pale redhead with green eyes. It was a little annoying, but most people were just genuinely curious. 

 

At some point V bumped into Jose. She chuckled and apologized. “How's it going? I haven't heard much from you.”

 

He sighed. “Yeah. I'm sorry. I broke up with my boyfriend recently.”

 

“Josh?”

 

“What? No. Larry.”

 

“Sorry, Josh was the one that stopped by to help us with laundry.”

 

“Oh, right, sorry.”

 

“Why do you keep breaking up with all of your boyfriends?”

 

“I don't know.” Jose sighed and threw his hands up in frustration.

 

“Ok. Let's start with Larry.”

 

“Too clingy.”

 

“Josh?” 

 

“He wouldn't stop texting me every five minutes.”

 

“Let me think… Frank?”

 

“He wanted to marry me after the sixth date.”

 

V was sensing a bit of a pattern. But how should she break the news? How should she phrase it?

 

“You've got commitment issues.” Not how I intended to say that.

 

“No I don't. I–”

 

“Jose. What you just told me? You are clearly exaggerating. You literally rolled your eyes as you described people who loved you. That's kind of sad.”

 

He clearly wanted to spout some witty rebuttal, but he actually considered what she said for a moment. Really let her words sink in. And V could see it. Jose ran through all of his past relationships.

 

“Shit…” Jose smacked his forehead. “Why has no one kicked my ass yet? Not one person has said that to me…”

 

“Jose, I love you dearly. You're the reason my wife and I have two healthy children. But you're an adult. You should have figured this out by now.”

 

“You don't have to be so mean about it.” He pouted like a child.

 

“Hey, you're the one who said someone should have kicked your ass.”

 

The two exchanged a laugh about the whole thing. How can one person be so very smart and yet so very dumb? V maybe understood that phenomenon a little too well. After about an hour V was finally able to catch up with Jay. She was a little exhausted by all of the questions so she hugged her wife nice and tight. 

 

“I missed you.” V mumbled into her shoulder.

 

“I was just a few feet away.” Jay chuckled, gently petting her hair.

 

“Any time away is terrible.” 

 

Jay swooned at that. “God I love you.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

They stayed quiet for a moment. Maybe they both needed to recharge a little. Or maybe it was just nice to hug your spouse. No matter the answer, the love was palpable.

 

After people finished eating appetizers, Lisa ran up to her mothers. “Hey, mom, can George talk to you real quick?”

 

V blinked in surprise. “Oh um… Sure. Yeah.”

 

Jay and V exchanged a quick glance and off the shorter woman went. He was still where he was before. This time, however, he was smoking weed. Classy.

 

“Lisa said you wanted to talk to me.” V just stood there, not sure if it'd be appropriate to sit. 

 

George let a long puff of smoke escape his lungs. “Please. Sit.” He put the blunt out on a brick.

 

V sat down next to him. It felt so incredibly awkward. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to say anything? She felt an old part of her stirring. Wanting to run away.

 

“I heard they nicknamed you Paloma Blanca. Kind of funny.” George pulled at the threads on the ends of his sleeves.

 

“How so?” V was glad he finally said something.

 

“Because you're the whitest person in the family.” 

 

This caught V so off guard she laughed. A snorting, wild laugh. The nerves collapsed in on themselves and flattened to nothing. George gave her a look like she had two heads.

 

“It… Wasn't that funny.” George tucked his face away again.

 

“I'm sorry. I just… The last time we talked it didn't end well. I wasn't expecting you to say that to me.” V hugged herself as the wind blew through her.

 

“Oh… Right. Yeah that um… That's why I wanted to talk to you.” George turned slightly toward her. “Your father… Do you know what happened to him?”

 

V sighed. “Yes. He gambled his money away and drank himself to death…”

 

“I see… Did he ever…” George didn't really want to ask, but there had to be a reason.

 

“Yes… Once… That's when my mom kicked him out.” V just knew. She didn't need to go into detail.

 

“How did you… Handle that?”

 

“I went to therapy. But honestly it helped that my mom made sure he could never do that to me ever again.”

 

George started to cry. “Did you… Get over it?”

 

V started crying too. A little softer. “Not fully. It always hurts… But it gets easier, George. I promise.”

 

The teen lurched forward and pulled V into a hug. Similar to the hug Lisa gave her when she confessed how guilty she felt. V grabbed onto him. Like she was clinging for dear life. George wasn't alone. He never was. But only in that moment did he finally understand that. 

 

“Aunt V… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” George sobbed openly.

 

“It's ok, George. It's alright.” V nuzzled into his shoulder.

 

And after that night they were friends. All things forgiven. Still sorrow, still so much loss, but closer. A mutual respect and understanding. He would never have to feel alone again. And eventually… He finally agreed to see a therapist.

 

***

 

A snowstorm came in the beginning of December. Lisa salted the pathways this time. Jay felt a bit depressed. V’s joints locked up. And the stress of the holidays was creeping in.

 

Everything felt daunting. A very small crackling tension filling the air. The twins were not having any of it. They cried frequently. They cried a lot.

 

One day, while V tiredly held the babies in her arms, Tori started to squirm. Oh no. Not now. But of course, she started crying. So JJ started crying. Then, in her exhaustion, V started crying too.

 

Jay tiredly walked in from V’s bedroom and quickly waddled over. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and gestured for V to hand over one of the babies. She handed over JJ.

 

They tried soothing the babies, but they wouldn't stop. It was always the worst when that happened. In the middle of crying, V started hiccuping. A bad concoction of anxiety and frustration.

 

But then… Tori laughed. 

 

V and Jay looked at her wide eyed. Her first laugh. And they had caught it together. So Jay started crying too. Then she let out a hiccup. Which caused JJ to laugh. So now both mothers were sobbing. 

 

Lisa tiredly plodded down the stairs and looked at the four of them on the couch. “Why are you two crying?” She yawned.

 

Then she heard it too. The laughter.

 

She ran over and observed how the twins laughed at their mothers hiccuping. Well, she just had to laugh, herself. Soon, everyone was laughing. 

 

And just then, all V’s worries slipped out the door into the cold. She had a beautiful family. The best she could have ever hoped for. And she loved them all. With all her heart. She'd do anything for them. Live, die, whatever they wanted. Whatever they needed. 

 

Forever.

 

***

 

Christmas came and so did the snow. It seemingly snowed at least once a week. The whole family had gotten involved to help decorate. It was warm and cozy. Lights strung up everywhere. Stockings hung by the TV. Garland sprinkled over archways. And a tree. A funny looking evergreen that Lisa picked out. Ornaments and lights chosen by her as well.

 

It was the first Christmas Lisa would be spending without her parents. And she obviously missed them. But she kept good spirits. Because this was the twins’ first Christmas. This set a special tingle in everyone’s heart.

 

While V was making the gingerbread men, Lisa stepped in to help. And for once, it looked like they would come out normal looking. Good taste and good aesthetic? Excellent.

 

After Lisa put the cookies in the oven, V gave her a look. “How are you holding up, honey?”

 

She stood up straight and rubbed her arm. “Pretty good. Why?”

 

“Well… It's just… You know…” Why am I so hesitant?

 

Lisa chuckled, a little sad, but hope tailed at the end. “I miss them. While getting gifts for everyone I almost got them something too… I wish they could be here… But…”

 

V tilted her head. “But?”

 

“I don't feel so alone. I feel… Blessed. I have two moms and two really cute siblings. And I'd like to think my parents are looking down at me… Smiling.” A tear dripped down her cheek. “I really hope so.”

 

V almost choked up. Instead, she tenderly brought her eldest daughter into a hug. Sure, it wasn't perfect. But Lisa knew she was loved. Not alone. She had a family who loved her very much. Especially Tori. She was basically Lisa's best friend. Seriously, Tori was obsessed with her. Jose thought his exes were clingy? He'd faint if he saw Tori literally clinging to Lisa on a daily basis.

 

When V let go they stared at each other for a moment. I'm so proud of you. I may not have given birth to you, but you're my daughter. I love you. Instead of sobbing all of that she kissed Lisa on the head.

 

Once the cookies were ready, V and Lisa joined Jay in the living room. Good timing too because she just got done breastfeeding the twins. V helped set them up in their bouncy chairs. They were actually already getting big for them. Maybe they'd grow up to be pretty tall? Who knows.

 

Lisa picked It's a Wonderful Life and distributed all the gifts. Everyone got a couple, even the babies. Since infants can't really open their own gifts, each respective gift giver opened and presented their gifts.

 

Jay got the twins some new clothes. Again, they were growing quickly. They desperately needed some. Lisa made them ornaments. This made Jay cry and understandably so. They were little frames with pictures of them inside. Then decorated to match their personalities. Red for Tori and green for JJ. V got them new picture books and bath toys.

 

The twins had no clue what was going on but every so often they'd giggle and that was enough. It was fine. The family knew they'd appreciate the holidays when they were older. Then, the older trio exchanged gifts. 

 

Lisa made ornaments for Jay and V as well. Similar to the baby ones, but they had little notes written on the back.

 

Jay's read:

Dear mama,

You're really amazing. Thank you for always making my day a little brighter. I think the fact you own a car shop is really cool.

I ♥️ you!

Lisa

 

V’s read:

Dear mom,

You are so smart. Thank you for always helping me with my problems. I think the fact that you're a scientist and archivist is really awesome!

I ♥️ you!

Lisa

 

Obviously this made V and Jay melt. It was so sweet and thoughtful. They couldn't wish for more. In fact, Jay immediately put all the ornaments on the tree. Right in front so everyone could witness them.

 

V got Lisa all the books she had been asking for. Her daughter was wildly impressed at her memory. Especially since she only mentioned her favorites in passing. Jay got Lisa a few pairs of shoes. She had recently bumped up from a size 7 to a size 8. It wasn't just greatly appreciated, they actually suited Lisa. They looked made for her. Tailored to fit.

 

As Lisa tried on the new shoes, Jay and V exchanged gifts. V opened hers first. A gorgeous pendant necklace. An enamel cast of lily of the valley flowers. On the back it read ‘miluji tě’ in fine script. Jay helped her put it on. V nearly cried while stifling a laugh.

 

“What's so funny?” Jay asked sincerely.

 

“Open your gift.” V wiped a tear away.

 

So Jay followed orders. And she quickly understood. She burst out laughing, slowly turning to happy crying. A bracelet… With a lily of the valley flower and ‘te amo’ engraved in the back. Clearly different artists, but they had the same idea.

 

V put the bracelet on Jay and they embraced. The longer they spent together the more they got into a pattern of knowing. Perfect gift givers between themselves. Even though Jay's memory wasn't as good, she remembered many things about V. Kept those details close to her chest. And it was a wonderful chest. It held Jay's big heart. So much love and care. If they had been alone, V would have kissed her there. But since they weren't, V planted a kiss on her lips. Kind and tender. Never ending bliss.

 

Lisa jokingly blew a raspberry at them, which caused the twins to break out in giggles. Since they were usually contagious, the whole family laughed.

 

Jay, V, and Lisa cuddled on the couch and watched movies for the rest of the day. Lisa talked about playing in the snow with the twins one day. Jay made a face, but V quietly petted her hand. Don't worry, I'll take pictures. V talked about taking the kids to her great grandmother’s estate one day. It was overseas, so it wouldn't be anytime soon. But it was a historic landmark now. It would be cool to see. Then they dreamed about future vacations.

 

After dinner they were all pretty tired so they agreed to go to bed early. It seemed even the twins agreed. V flopped on the bed. Her hip was bothering her again. Ugh. Jay sensed this and immediately went into physical therapy mode. It happened so quickly V couldn't even say no. It was an instant relief.

 

“Thank you, darling.” V tipped up and gave her a peck on the lips.

 

“No problem, amada.” Jay went over to the closet to pick pajamas. 

 

V got onto her stomach and propped her head on her hands. Just to stare. Just because she could. Jay suddenly felt self conscious and covered her body with a robe. Huh? Then V realized something.

 

“My love, you keep hiding your body from me… You haven't even showered with me since you gave birth.” V pouted.

 

Sure, they had teased each other about showering together again, but Jay always ended up declining. Since giving birth, Jay hadn't let V see her whole body. Even when they had sex. That fact made V irrationally angry. But she kept it inside. 

 

“It's just… My body has changed so much… I feel ugly.” Jay hugged the robe closer to herself.

 

“We talked about this, darling. I'll always love you. All of you. Please. I want to see.” V was not above begging anymore.

 

“I can't.” Jay shied away.

 

Nope. Hell no. V got up from the bed and marched over to her wife. She gripped the robe like she hated it. Jay looked shocked. 

 

“Tell me not to rip this robe out of your hands. Do it and I'll drop it. But I fucking mean it.” V let the possessive side of herself creep through. “I want you. In all forms, weight, shapes, what have you. And I will show you.”

 

Jay looked so shy. More shy than how she had been when they first started having sex. “I just…”

 

V gripped even harder. “Do you remember what you said on our honeymoon? You would never say this to me. If I had been the one to give birth? Really think about it.”

 

Jay didn't say a word. So V followed her threat. She ripped the robe out of her hands. V positioned Jay at the center of the room and sat on the bed. Finally, she was able to look at her wife naked. Fully bare. 

 

She had more stretch marks now. Her boobs were a bit bigger, a bit wider. Jay's stomach had grown a bit, but she could still tell she had strength in her core. Maybe not abs, but they'd get there in time. But that didn't even matter. Even if Jay never got her abs back, V would be happy. And, V hadn't noticed until now, but there was a bit more fat around her hips and thighs.

 

“V… I feel like a sideshow freak…” Jay looked about ready to cry.

 

“I'm sorry, angel. I'll stop staring.” V got up and got on her knees in front of Jay.

 

“What are you doing?” Jay blushed a little, like this was their first time together.

 

“I'm worshiping you.” V gently ran her finger tips down Jay's soft thighs.

 

“I– Woah you don't –” 

 

“Oh, I do. It's required.” V let her hands reach around to Jay's ass. “You see, my wife thinks she's unattractive. Which is an insane notion. So I will fuck her until she believes me.”

 

“V, it's late and–” V gave her ass a firm squeeze. Jay gasped pleasantly and placed a hand in V’s hair. “Baby…”

 

“Your body changed because you carried two babies. That's amazing, my love. Change is inevitable.” V kissed all over Jay's stomach. “And even if you hadn't… Stretch marks are natural. Weight gain is ok. You are beautiful. Radiant and brilliant. Always. Truly an angel. I'll never stop believing that. Ever.”

 

“You'll think I'm an angel when I'm old and saggy?” Jay laughed nervously.

 

“Growing old is a wonderful thing. I hope we grow old and grey together. You'll have a lot of catching up to do though. I'm already half silver.” V lowered her kisses to Jay's thighs. “Whatever state of life you're in, I love you.”

 

“I-I love you too.” Jay's whole body heated up. “God don't keep looking up at me with those golden eyes.”

 

“You say that and yet…” V ghosted her lips over Jay's heat. 

 

Jay squirmed until she was loose from V’s grip. This made V incredibly sad. Fuck it. She crawled on her hands and knees to Jay. Her wife was clearly not expecting that, she jumped to the side and ran over to the bed. 

 

“No matter where you go, I'll find you.” V got up from the floor and walked right over to where Jay hid under the covers. “That was rude. Leaving me on the floor. Have you decided you'll be a bad girl now?”

 

“No. I'm good. You're just being silly.” Jay rolled away from her.

 

“If you just wanted to be silly you could have just told me. I'm happy to indulge.” V slipped under the sheets like a snake.

 

She moved in behind and grasped Jay's waist. This caused another beautiful gasp to escape from her beloved. V took a moment to enjoy the warmth of her skin. She pressed their bodies as close together as possible.

 

“B-baby. Let me go.” Jay squirmed hard, but V had gotten stronger over the years. 

 

V whispered into Jay's ear. “You know the magic word. I'll only stop if you say it.”

 

“Please.”

 

No matter how much Jay's mind wanted to say no, her body won out. She clearly wanted V. Desperately. That's just how V liked her. She slipped her hand down to Jay's clit and started playing with her. Jay was already wonderfully wet. This caused V to purr into Jay's ear. This made her lover relax a little.

 

“There's my girl. My sweet little puppy.” V sped up a little, switching between flicking and circling. “Mmm you're already so wet. Just for me.”

 

Jay kept her voice low so Lisa wouldn't be able to hear from above them. “Aha, V I love you. I'm sorry it's just… So hard… I know you… Think I'm beautiful…”

 

V sucked a bright red hickey onto Jay's shaking shoulder. “I don't think. I know. ” The last word came out as a growl. “Say it. Say that you are beautiful.”

 

“B-but V…”

 

A low chuckle and V stopped. Hovered her fingers right over where Jay needed her most. She tried to grind down to chase the feeling, but V had her principles. 

 

“Ah ah, what did I say? I won't continue until you say it.” V licked a stripe up Jay’s neck.

 

“I… I'm…” Jay squirmed again.

 

“One phrase and I'll continue. I promise.”

 

“I'm…. Beautiful.” Jay finally caved.

 

“Good girl.” V went right back to it. “Again.”

 

“I'm beautiful.”

 

“Mhmm.” Faster, the sound of Jay's wetness filled the air. “One more time.”

 

“I. Am. Beautiful.”

 

“That's right and you're mine.” V reached her other hand under Jay to her boob.

 

“I-I'm sensitive right now.” Jay arched into the sensation.

 

“Perfect.” V gave extra attention to Jay's nipple as she continued working on her clit with her other hand.

 

That was it. Jay kept squirming and quietly moaning until she came. But V had a very practiced hand. She slipped her fingers right into Jay and kept going. Her wife's body thrashed and shook with a great effort. She came. Again and again and again. All the time V whispered sweet nothings into Jay's ear.

 

It was about the sixth time when Jay grabbed V’s wrist and stopped her. “Fucking… Dino. Shit…”

 

V pulled back and massaged her wrist with her other hand. “Of course. I hope you believe me now. But if not, I'll try to prove it as often as possible.”

 

“I'm going to pass out if you keep fucking me like that.” Jay practically emptied the water glass on her nightstand.

 

“I can live with that.” V yawned. 

 

She grabbed the towel from her own stand and wiped her down carefully so her juices wouldn't ruin the sheets. Sure, a bit probably dripped down, but not enough to warrant a full change. Clean up was done in no time and she went to go to bed. Apparently not, Jay gripped her arm with energy V didn't realize her wife had.

 

“I think a good wife returns the favor when she can.” Jay teased.

 

“That’s alright, angel. I'm –” V was cut off by Jay forcefully flipping her over and kissing her.

 

Ok. That wasn't an invitation. It was a warning. But V gave in. Enjoying the sweet pressure from Jay's lips. Apparently that wasn't all Jay had in store. 

 

When Jay got up, V thought she was just going to the bathroom. Another wrong assumption. She laid a towel over the bed. V was thrown on top. Well, if she was tired before she wasn't tired anymore. 

 

Then, Jay revealed that she had some other gifts for V. A soft gag and a whip. Holy shit. It got her so excited she almost instantly saw stars. She wasn't even being fucked yet. Jay held out the items, an offering. A way to back out. V boldly took the gag and put it on in a way that she felt comfortable. She laid pliant on the bed so Jay could move her to wherever desired. 

 

And, of course, Jay spread her legs as far as comfortable. It left V completely vulnerable. But in the best way. Jay did a quick test to show this was a whip that was quiet. The snap was barely audible. Perfection.

 

Then the next snap hit V on her inner thigh. Immediate pleasure. The whip had clearly been designed for pure ecstasy. Another hit. V arched into it. More, faster. V wished she could say it out loud. However, Jay seemed to read her mind. Each sting got closer and closer to her pussy. Jay had clearly been practicing. Oh, my love.

 

When the whip finally hit her lips? She came instantly. Her orgasm ripped through her with a passion way beyond the sleep that almost took her minutes ago. Jay kept going until V came again. But V wanted more. Harder. She needed full impact. Since the gag was still in her mouth V gestured the motion she wanted.

 

Jay seemed to think for a moment. She tried a small slap. Barely audible. Harder, V’s body twitched. Even harder, V panted. It seemed her wetness and hair masked the sound just enough. So Jay really had at it, slapping V’s pussy as hard as she could. V felt so very privileged to have a partner that gave her this and didn't act ashamed about it. Jay loved to see V giving into pleasure. Slapping her pussy until it was red, swollen, and dripping. 

 

V came so hard and loud that the gag did a lot of heavy lifting. Without it? Lisa would have woken up and the neighbors would call the cops. V finally ripped the gag out of her mouth.

 

“Fuck me. Please. God I'm so wet.” V begged quietly, her throat a little raw.

 

“Of course, goddess.” Jay leaned onto the bed and obeyed.

 

Truly, V was so wet she couldn't feel her troublesome spot at all. On top of that Jay was able to fit three fingers in. That never happened. So V felt rewarded. Amazing. Fantastic. A few more thrusts and she came one more time.

 

“I wish… We could do this more often.” V felt Jay's gentle hands cleaning her off.

 

“I know, baby. Maybe when the twins are a little older.” Jay finished up pretty quickly.

 

V groaned. “Oh don't say that… Let's just plan… I don't know. A once a month date?”

 

Jay chuckled. “You want to plan when we fuck?”

 

“If we have to.”

 

Jay kissed her forehead. “We'll see, goddess. We will see.”

 

The women finally, actually got ready for bed. Just as they got comfortable they heard a knock at the door. Shit. The room still smelled like sex. Jay quickly hopped up and stepped outside the room. V could vaguely hear Jay talking to Lisa. It didn't sound like she was complaining about their noises, so that put V at ease.

 

Jay cracked the door open. “V. We have a problem.”

 

Oh no. Fuck. V got out of bed and joined Jay out in the hallway. The problem? Lisa held a tiny kitten in her hands.

 

“What? Where did it come from?” V covered her mouth while she yawned.

 

“When I went downstairs to get water I heard it mewing outside. It looks like mama cat is gone.” Lisa explained nervously.

 

“Lisa is wondering if we can keep it.” Jay shrugged tiredly.

 

“What do you think, mama?” V looked between the two of them.

 

“I don't mind, but I wanted to get your input.”

 

V thought for a moment. Weighed the pros and cons. Adjusted her calculations when she saw Lisa’s big watery eyes. Stared at the kitten for a moment. A black cat with a crooked tail.

 

“Ok. I approve. But! This is your pet, Lisa. It goes where you go. You feed it and take care of its litter box.” V nodded to herself when she was done.

 

“Really?!” Lisa jumped excitedly and thankfully kept her volume low. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

 

“You're welcome, honey. Now go back to bed. It stays in your room.” V waved her hand as she tiredly shuffled to the bed.

 

“We'll get supplies tomorrow. Keep it in a box for now.” Jay added before joining her wife.

 

Lisa giggled happily as she brought her new pet up to the attic. The couple laid side by side and smiled sleepily at each other. Jay grasped V’s hands.

 

“We're just a growing family, aren't we?” Jay's voice was sleepy and sing songy.

 

“You're right.” V’s answer was equally as goofy.

 

They fell asleep like that. V dreamed of what Jay would look like in the future. Would she go silver or grey or white? She bet her laugh lines would be deep from years of joy. Her hands would be calluses and textured from years working as a mechanic. But best of all? V dreamed about hugging her wife for eternity. 

 

Just the little dove and her bear. 

 

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading!! I really enjoyed writing this, especially the wedding and honeymoon. I love them so much.
Special shout out to @Alex_Sky! They commented on the first part of this saying I should add more leather. You were so right.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Dad’s Yuri Family AU