Helena’s eyes slowly turned in Bette’s direction.  She caught sight of her girlfriend’s wicked grin, and smiled in return.

“Hehehe…perv.” Helena whispered.  The doctor came in soon after, with a significantly reduced mandate. 

Dusk had fallen by the time Helena and Bette were able to leave.  Hearing tests had revealed what they already knew—that they had very very good hearing. And sight tests had revealed that they could literally see through walls at this point.

“I feel like a character in a video game.” Bette rubbed her sore wrists, before lacing her arm around Helena’s waist.

“Me to…like that gross one Shane likes to play with Alice…Doom or whatnot.” Suddenly, Helena squealed with delight as Bette lifted her off the ground and into her arms. Helena’s hands wrapped around the back of Bette’s neck as they kissed, walking down the hallway.

“Carry me across the threshold.” Helena joked.

“Grrrrrr.” Bette nipped at her neck.

“Hmmmm…darling, we should go see the baby. We’ve not seen her all day.”

“ok.” Bette agreed happily. “But later…”

“Later.” Helena smirked, kissing Bette hard.

When they turned the corner, a second later, they found their daughter with all of their friends, in the hallway in front of their rooms.  It turned out that the playroom had grown too cramped.  The adults had new games in mind.

“Hop scotch.” Alice screeched. “Hey, Caiohme, look at this…”

“Al, she’s barely 2 yet, she’s not into that…you’re into fucking hop scotch…” Dylan spoke loudly at first, then mumbled the last part. Catherine and Alice were having fun acting like total goofs, so she left them to it.

She was playing a serious game with Caiohme—Monopoly.

“hey…uhhhh…” Bette crouched down, watching as Dylan bought houses for choice properties. “One, where did you find this? And two, why are you teaching this one to become a capitalist?”

“yeah,” Alice shouted, “that’s one good thing that the zombies did for us…they got rid of capitalism. Revolution!” She shouted, raising a fist in the air. “Oh, and we can’t forget, they got rid of Bush..capitalism, and Bush…”

“And the Masons’ conspiracy.” Dylan rolled her eyes. “Left wing lunatic.”

Alice threw a bean bag at her.

Bette had to stand between them to end what could have become a deadly fight—there were far too many bean bags out for anyone to be safe in such an outbreak of anger.

“I’ll take those.” Shane lunged for the bean bags. She sat on a small board with wheels underneath it, while Jenny pushed her around.

All in all, Caiohme was the only calm person in the whole bunch.

“You kids need to stop with the sugar.” Helena told them. Bette handed the baby over to her with a smile. “Hello my darling girl, we meet again…” Helena nuzzled her cheek.

Caiohme looked serious, as she slung her arms around both of her mama’s necks.

“Y’all right sweetheart?” Helena asked her. Caiohme sighed, looked over her british mother, sighed again, and leaned her head down on Bette’s shoulder, tangling her other hand in Helena’s hair.

“hey, Bette…” Catherine called out as she departed. “Happy birthday…ish.” They all turned and grinned at the embarrassed bionic womanoid.

“Not til midnight.” Bette said, gathering up her daughter’s books.

“See you in the morning then.” Lara grinned. “And don’t get too tired out tonite…we’re giving you guys the day off tomorrow.”

“Tired…my ass…” Bette sighed, looking at her tired little family. “I don’t think either of us are in the mood, huh.” Helena shook her head with a smile.

“Tomorrow.” She said, with a wink and a promise.