Jenna’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw Sam watching her. “What are you thinking about baby?” She said with sleepy voice.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking about; a baby, our baby.” Sam kissed her softly. “Rebecca texted, Shawn came home last night.”
Jenna’s eyes grew wide. “Thank God! Where has she been? How is she?” She blurted out.
Sam laughed. “Slow down silly. She said they would call later. I’m sure they had a late night and need some time to themselves. I just hope everything will be okay now.”
“Sorry. I’m just so relieved that she’s home and okay.” Jenna pulled Sam tight. “Now maybe we can get back to normal again.” As if on cue, they heard Jackson over the baby monitor.
Several minutes later, Sam returned with the smiling little boy in her arms and deposited him on the bed between them. He squealed and rolled towards Jenna, grabbing ahold of her to pull himself into a sitting position. He patted Jenna’s arm and babbled “Mama, Mama.”
Sam lay down again and they played for a while with the baby, who seemed to find it amusing that he was in bed with them. “Are you sure you want another one?” Jenna questioned Sam.
“Are you kidding me? A miniature version of you? Now that I say that out loud, I may have to rethink it. If we have a girl, I don’t know if we could afford the shoes for both of you!” Sam teased.
Jenna raised her eyebrows at Sam. “You don’t worry about the cost of my shoes when you ask me to wear them for you and nothing else.”
Sam pursed her lips, her eyes smiling with amusement. “Thanks for the idea. I might have you do some modeling for me later.”
Jenna laughed as she sat up, scooping the baby up with her. “Promises, promises. Come on Jackson, let’s go find some breakfast.”
Twenty minutes later, they sat at the table in the kitchen eating breakfast. Jackson was attempting to shovel scrambled eggs with his fork, but not having much success; he gave up and was grabbing handfuls and smashing it into his mouth. Sam and Jenna were busy discussing donor profiles they had printed out from the sperm bank website their doctor had referred them to.
“How soon do you want to start trying?” Jenna asked as the read.
“I think we should start as soon as possible, if you’re okay with that? I don’t want Jackson and the new baby to be too far apart in age. And, let’s face it, you and I aren’t getting any younger!” Sam laughed.
“Speak for yourself old lady. You are closer to thirty than I am.” Jenna playfully stuck out her tongue Sam.
Sam arched her eyebrow. “Young lady, you should know that you shouldn’t stick out your tongue unless you intend to use it!”
Jenna’s eyes widened and she glanced at Jackson, who was happily smashing pieces of eggs with his fingers. “Samantha, you are full of piss and vinegar this morning!”
“Well, if we are going to make a baby, I figure we need to get a lot of practice in right?” Sam shrugged her shoulders. “We can work on that tonight. Right now, we need to get moving if we are going to get our errands done.”
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Stacy pulled in to the drive at Rebecca and Shawn’s house and was shocked to see Shawn’s car sitting there. She was coming off the night shift at the police station, where she had started her new job as a crime scene investigator. She was exhausted, but thrilled to know her sister was home.
She opened the front door slowly and didn’t hear any movement. She decided she’d leave a note on the kitchen counter letting know she’d be up for a few hours but would be in her room in the basement.
Her first week had been thrilling and exhausting. There was so much to learn, things that school hadn’t prepared her for. She had known that would be the case and she was up for the challenge. Her biggest area she would need to focus on would be the firearms qualification so that she could carry a weapon in the field.
Most of the people she had met so far all seemed nice, even the officers and detectives. She hoped to make some friends here so that she didn’t have to feel like a third wheel, always hanging out with her sisters and their partners, not that she didn’t want to hang out with them. She had missed so much with them because of their parents ridiculous rules that she have nothing to do with her older sisters once they both came out as lesbians.
Stacy had never really contemplated how hard life must be for them, at least not until her father showed up here and she had heard him spew those hateful words at Shawn. Now she flopped on the couch in the cool basement and thought about how much her life had changed in a few short weeks. She managed to make it through college, following her parent’s rules for the most part. Ultimately, her plan all along had been to graduate and immediately move near her sisters. Now she had done that, but what exactly had she done? She had been prepared for some fall-out from her parents, but she had never anticipated what it would do to her sisters.
She sighed and pulled out her laptop. She needed to find an apartment so that she could give Shawn and Rebecca their space back. She was excited about taking the next step towards her independence. She emailed a couple of property management groups in response to a few ads she was interested in. She wanted to stay close to her sisters so that she had every opportunity to be in their lives and especially the life
