“Hmmm, how about
tomorrow night?”  Shane
looked at Dana, touching her cheek lovingly and Dana
nodded.

            “Yeah, I have a
treatment today, that doctor that Sam
set us up with; Darci Cyr
is going to be here.  So, yeah, we should
call everyone, get them over here tomorrow night.”

            “Ok. Dane,” smiled Shane,
leaning in and kissing Dana gently.  Dana smiled
into the kiss, and Shane whispered, “I love
you.”

~*~*~*~*~*

            “Peggy,
we cannot produce this show without Helena,”
offered Tina. 
She was sitting at her desk, having a video conference with the older Peabody.  Tina had been
steadfast in wanting Helena
reinstated at her job, but Peggy, was being just
as stubborn, and even more cold hearted than ever.  Peggy saw Helena’s
transgression with Alice
as being the final straw that broke the families back. 

            “You must, and you
will.  My oldest child is going to have
to learn that with every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.  She didn’t learn it in physics, she needs to
learn it now.  Please, do inform Daisy
that she may have to take on added responsibilities, at least for the time
being.”

            “How about I do
that?”  Quin said from the door, moving
behind Tina, into her mother’s
line of sight.  Quin hadn’t approved her
the way her mother was dealing with the break up, or the way she was treating
both Alice and Helena.  Helena’s
whole identity had to do with work, and money.

            “Excellent idea, I’m
off, I have a lunch date with an old flame,” with that, Peggy
winked out of existence.

            Tina
looked up at Quin, “Are you serious about taking on some responsibilities?  Don’t play with me; I have this new series…”

            “Yeah, I’ll do it.  I have nothing else to do, and watching Helena
brooding on my couch isn’t my idea of fun.” 
Quin grunted, moving to the front of the desk, and heading for the
door.  “Send me the information; I’ll get
started on working on what I can.”

            Tina
watched her leaving, biting her lip, thinking how sad Quin looked, like a lost
puppy looking for a home.  Hands in her
pockets, long blonde hair falling into her green eyes.  Tina sighed, “Helena,
what were you thinking?”

~*~*~*~*~*~

            “You can’t feel it
kicking, not yet,” informed Rosita.  Daisy
was sitting there, rubbing her still flat belly with her left hand.  Rosita was unpacking more boxes that had
arrived from Seattle.  Pulling out clothes, looking at them,
thinking that there was no way that Daisy was going to fit into them any time
soon.