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The road home was quiet and peaceful. As they pulled out the parking lot, Steph reached over to take Gemma’s hand. Their fingers interlaced as they rested their elbows on the center console. Gemma, not taking her eyes off the road, kissed the back of Steph’s hand. Steph smiled, closing her eyes. It wouldn’t be a long ride home, but she knew her night was far from over and wanted to just let her body rest before the activities really began.

Gemma parked in front of the house, Steph’s eyes opening instantly.

“I’ll grab the stuff from the back.”

“Okay,” Steph whispered. She slowly got out, making sure she had the money box securely in her hand. Gemma followed her up the stairs as Steph unlocked the door.

“I’m worried he’s going to run down the stairs as soon as I open this.”

“He’s at your mum’s. Tonight is for us.”

They walked into a dark house, Steph turning on the small lamp. Gemma dropped the box to the floor, taking a peek inside to see which toys were still there. Steph noticed, but didn’t say anything as she slipped her coat off. They both kicked their shoes off, Gemma hanging up her coat. They stood there for a minute, smiling at each other.

“I really liked watching you be in charge tonight,” Gemma stated, walking up to Steph step by step.

Steph could feel her heart starting to race. “Yeah?”

Gemma nodded. She pushed Steph’s hair to one side before kissing her neck. Steph sighed as Gemma moaned. She wrapped her arms around Gemma’s waist, but soon felt Gemma grabbing her wrists. She pinned them against the wall above Steph’s head. Gemma leaned back only an inch and whispered, “And now I think it’s my turn.”

Steph nodded, meeting Gemma’s lips. Gemma’s hands wandered down Steph’s backside. She bent down to lift her up, Steph’s legs wrapping around her body. Gemma held her against the wall causing Steph to gasp. She lifted her up a little higher and carried her upstairs as quickly as possible. Gemma wasted no time, taking Steph straight to the bedroom. Their breath was hot as their lips met again. Steph’s hands were tangled in Gemma’s hair as if she was grasping at life. She slowly let Steph down to her feet. As soon as she landed, it became a frenzy of undressing. First Steph’s corset and then Gemma’s shirt.

Gemma pushed Steph down on the bed. Steph laughed as Gemma pulled the shorts, stockings and thong down her legs all in one. Steph scooted back so she was resting against the pillows. She watched as Gemma’s chest rose and fell, completely enamored with the sight in front of her. She spread her legs for Gemma and slowly started to touch herself, not breaking eye contact. Gemma stared at her for a moment, licking her lips before biting them. She could feel herself becoming more aroused the longer she watched, but was frozen in place as Steph entered herself.

“Fuck,” Steph gasped, her head rolling back. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

Gemma smirked. “No.”

Steph’s head popped off the pillow. Looking at Gemma, bewildered. “Why?”

“I’m enjoying the show so please keep going.”

“Is this you being in control?”

Gemma raised her eyebrows, the playful smile still on her lips.

“Wouldn’t you rather taste me?” Steph asked, her fingers continuing to move.

“I’ve got all night to taste you so please don’t stop on my account.”

“It’s not as much fun doing it to myself though.”

“I disagree. I think it’s extremely sexy.”

“You do?”

Gemma nodded. “So please.” She stood and watched as Steph continued to touch herself. It was a new angle for her to see what Steph liked. Steph’s eyes never wavered from Gemma’s. After a few moments, Gemma thought she’d add to Steph’s excitement. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, Steph’s eyes wandering down her body. She left them open and reached behind, slowly undoing her bra. Steph’s hips started to rut against her hand, small moans escaping her lips. Gemma reached inside in her own pants, rubbing herself, but only for a moment.

“Gemma,” Steph moaned.

Gemma smirked, letting her pants fall to the floor. Steph licked her lips. Gemma walked around the bed and leaned over her.

“Touch me,” Steph begged.

Gemma shook her head no as her hand slipped inside of her underwear. She hovered over Steph, barely letting their lips touch as she moaned into Steph’s mouth. Steph reached forward, pulling Gemma’s lips to her. Gemma quickly straddled Steph, still touching herself.

“Please touch me.”

Gemma smiled. She leaned back just a smidge and used her free hand to penetrate Steph. Steph grunted at the feeling of Gemma’s fingers while Gemma rubbed herself against Steph’s stomach. Her underwear provided an extra amount of friction, moaning at the sensation.

“Fuck, Steph,” Gemma moaned.

Steph stopped touching herself, grabbing Gemma’s thighs, her fingers digging into her skin. Gemma giggled lowly and stopped her, taking her wrists above her head yet again, holding them there as she continued to rut her hips against Steph’s stomach. Steph was completely enamored watching Gemma. The way her hips rolled against her and the quiets sounds of satisfaction that surpassed her lips.

“Gem?”

“Uh! Yeah?”

Gemma let go of her wrists to sit up taller, her abs standing out more . Steph ran her hands over them before sliding her hand between Gemma’s legs. She watched Gemma’s expressions as she teased her through her folds and then slowly entered her. Gemma grinned.

“Yes, Steph,” she moaned, her hips following the pace. She grabbed Steph’s breast, squeezing it. She panted her appraisals to Steph, loving every second of it. Steph reached around, holding Gemma’s bottom, helping guide her hips. Gemma was completely lost in ecstasy as Steph continued to study her. She curled her fingers and Gemma’s jaw went slack, her own hand going back to her center. Steph continued to thrust in her, feeling Gemma drip down her hand.

Gemma leaned forward, falling on top of Steph, kissing her hard. “I love you,” she whispered. Steph noticed Gemma switching hands. Steph’s hips jerked up when she felt Gemma’s fingers between her legs, not expecting it.

“Gemma,” she gasped.

“Together?”

Steph nodded. “I love you.”

Gemma smiled, genuinely. “I love you so much.”

Steph curled her fingers again and Gemma gasped. Steph’s mouth was slack as Gemma entered her. She swallowed before moaning. Gemma kissed her and then her neck. Steph followed, kissing her shoulder.

“Touch yourself,” Gemma demanded.

Steph followed instructions, rubbing herself. She looked down to see Gemma doing the same. Their fingers became sloppy, but both loved the idea of being filled as they orgasmed. Steph looked up to see Gemma watching her hand. She stopped herself and brought her fingers to Gemma’s lips. Gemma immediately sucked on them, moaning at Steph’s taste. Steph could feel Gemma’s tongue licking up every drop of her that she could. The way it moved around and in between her fingers, wet and hot. Steph went back to touching herself, completely lost with Gemma’s saliva on her fingers. Gemma groaned, pulling Steph’s fingers out of her.

“What are you doing?”

“You.”

“What?”

Gemma kissed down Steph’s body, leaving little bites here and there. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of Gemma’s tongue taking a long, excruciating slow lick. She spread her legs wider, feeling Gemma’s wet hand run up her leg. She devoured Steph, humming through the process. Steph’s fingers scratched the back of Gemma’s head before she pulled her hair, gasping at the flick of her tongue.

“Gem, uh, fuck Gemma.”

Gemma could tell she was close as she felt Steph starting to clamp down around her digits that were continuously pumping in and out of her. Steph gripped the sheets around her, pulling them towards them, moaning loudly as she came. Her back was arched as she panted, catching her breath. Gemma continued her movements and Steph tried to get her to stop, but she couldn’t. She wasn’t even sure she really wanted Gemma to stop. Steph’s thighs squeezed around Gemma’s head as she orgasmed again. Her legs flopped open as her entire body continued to shake. It was like she had been recharged, feeling the sensations running through her veins.

Steph took deep and steady breaths as Gemma placed small, light kisses up her body. She rested her forehead against Steph’s shoulder. Steph cupped the back of her neck, running her fingers through her hair.

“How’d I do?” Gemma asked, also short of breath.

“Amazing as always.”

Gemma rolled onto her back with a sigh. Steph followed, laying on top of her. “Are you still in control?”

Gemma smirked. “No.”

“So I can do whatever I want?”

“Please.”

“Well I’m going to start with these.” Steph pulled Gemma’s underwear down her legs. Steph stared at the amount of moisture between Gemma’s legs. She rubbed Gemma’s feet for a small amount of town and then ran her hands back up her body, tracing her muscles. Steph licked her lips before kissing Gemma. “What do you want?”

“You.”

“Doing what?”

Gemma smiled. “Anything, my Love. Just make me feel good.”

Steph placed her hand in between Gemma’s legs, feeling the heat from her body. She teased around, running her fingers up and down before circling her hole. “Do you want me inside of you?”

“I always want you inside of me.”

“Fucking you?”

“Well what else?”

Steph slipped one finger inside of her and watched as Gemma’s chest started to rise and fall as she watched on. Steph was definitely in control now and Gemma could feel herself becoming more excited.

“Another one?”

Gemma nodded, moving her hips as she felt Steph’s ring finger join her middle. Gemma started to meet each thrust, but it was going too slow and she just wanted Steph to take her. She worked herself so it wouldn’t take too long, but Steph’s pace was not working for her.

“One more?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Her legs wrapped around Steph as she finally started to pick up the pace, moaning at the stretch Steph was giving her. She matched Steph’s movements, wrapping her arms around her as well. “Fuck, Steph.”

“Faster?”

“Yes, Love. Please.”

Steph was back to her normal pace, Gemma completely snug against Steph, moaning in her ear and whispers of gratitude. She was in ecstasy, Steph’s fingers curling again. Gemma bit her shoulder, knowing she was about to orgasm.

“Touch me, please,” she begged.

She loosened her grip on Steph so she could sit back and be more comfortable, her legs still wrapped around her back. She cupped Steph’s neck so they were looking at each other, smiling and laughing. Gemma traced Steph’s bottom lip. It was swollen and red. She leaned up and kissed it, biting it as they broke apart.

She gasped, falling back against the bed, letting go of Steph. Her arms were above her head and her back arched. Steph kissed her nipple. Gemma hissed, grabbing the back of Steph’s head. Gemma grabbed Steph’s thigh. A few moments later an unexpected moan escaped her lips as Steph felt her orgasm.

“Of fuck,” Gemma said, holding Steph’s wrists where they were. “Fuck,” she painted again. “Fuck.”

Steph smiled and Gemma finally let go of her. Steph laid on top of her, Gemma hugging her.

“Good?”

Gemma smiled. “Absolutely incredible.” Her body involuntarily convulsed. “Fuck, Steph.”

Steph traced her fingers across Gemma’s collarbone and she settled on her side. They laid there together in a peaceful cuddle, letting their body’s relax. Gemma shifted to lay on Steph’s chest, kissing her skin.

“Can I ask you something?” Steph asked, hesitantly.

“Always.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Sleeping… with a man?”

“What?” Gemma asked, sitting up.

“You know, having sex with a man.”

“Why would I miss having sex with a man when I’m having sex with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“No.” Gemma lifted her chin so Steph would look at her. “What’s going on?”

“I just worry that I’m not…” Steph trailed off.

“Not what?”

“Good enough for you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have the real equipment.”

“And?” Gemma took Steph’s hand. “A few hours ago you shagged me in a bathroom by letting me sit on your face which made me have an intense orgasm and you just made love to me with three of these and I absolutely loved it. I loved it a lot.”

“But do you want more?”

“More what?” Steph shrugged and looked up at the ceiling to not meet Gemma’s gaze. “What’s been said?”

“What’s your favorite thing to do to me?

Gemma shrugged. “I think the answer is obvious.”

“What?”

Gemma slid her hand between their bodies and cupped her breast. She smiled.

“Yes, I know you love my tits.”

Gemma let go and sighed. “Why do I need to have a favorite thing? I love doing everything to you and doing whatever you want me to do.”

“And am I doing everything you want me to do?”

“Yes.”

Steph sighed. “I saw you look at the box downstairs when you brought it in and then a couple days ago, you asked if I had ever used a vibrator and seemed surprised that I hadn’t and the girls thought it was weird that we didn’t use them and-“

Gemma covered Steph’s mouth with her hand.

“One, Love, relax. Take a deep breath. Two, of course I looked in the box. It’s a box of random sex toys and let's face it, Ann Summers has a variety of designs which I find interesting. Three, stop talking to them about our sex life. What we do and what we use is none of their business. It doesn’t matter if we use toys or not.”

“But do you wish I could penetrate you like a man?”

“I’m sorry but were you not here ten minutes ago when you were doing exactly that?”

“It’s not the same though.”

“No, it’s not the same.” Steph sighed. “But you have to get rid of this idea that I’m not enjoying sex with you because you’re not a man. Do you miss being with a man?”

“No. I honestly haven’t even thought about it since we started.”

“I haven’t either and I only asked you about you using one because I was curious.”

“So you do want to use them?”

“Steph, I’ve used sex toys before. I’ve explored my possibilities, but I’m not angry or upset if you don’t want to use them.”

“I’m worried that if I enjoy it, you’re going to think that I only want it like that.”

“Love, it’s not a secret that we have enjoyed fucking men. We have both been married and have had sex with men since. I’m not ashamed of that. But sex with you is on a whole other level and I love it so much.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely. I’m not one to lay in bed and have bad sex with someone. I told you that. If I didn’t like something, I’d tell you while it was happening. Sex is supposed to be enjoyable and good, but it’s also all about communicating. Don’t be afraid to ask me questions, but know that I love your fingers, your mouth, your tongue. Baby, I love all of it.”

“Promise?”

Gemma smiled. “Cross my heart.” She kissed Steph’s hand and cupped her cheek. “I love you. I want you. I want everything you do to me. I’ll fuck you in a bathroom, in a kitchen, in our bed, on the street in an alley if you want. I don’t care where it is as long as it’s with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And why do the girls want to know so much about our sex life? Do they want to have sex with another woman or something?”

“I doubt it. I think you fascinate them.”

“Why?”

“I mean, we work in the sex industry. It’s a normal topic of conversation between us.”

“True.”

“Does it make you angry?”

“No, not at all. I just don’t want you to get them into your head and think that I don’t enjoy our sex life. I don’t need plastic or things that vibrate, I just need you.”

“You sure?”

Gemma smiled. She cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard. It was longing and passionate. When she pulled back, she watched as Steph’s lips were still puckered and her eyes closed. “What do you feel when I kiss you?”

“Like nothing wrong will ever happen as long as I’m with you.”

“Is that what you feel when I’m fucking you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know that’s what I feel when you make love to me?”

Steph opened her eyes. “No, but I should.”

“Exactly. You don’t need to worry. I love you, Steph. I love only you.”

Gemma kissed her forehead. She readjusted so her head was resting on Steph’s chest, feeling her eyes flutter shut.

“I’m sorry,” Steph whispered.

“No need to be.”

“But will you answer the question?”

“What question?”

“Do you want me to use one of those toys on you?”

“Only if it’s an experience you want to have together otherwise no.”

“But you’re interested.”

Gemma sighed. “Steph.”

“I want to talk about it.”

Gemma sat up fully so they could talk face to face. She noticed how concerned Steph really was about the situation. “Let me ask, why are you not interested?”

“It’s not that I’m not interested because I am, but never had a reason to really try anything because I went from Terry to Johnny and the few months in between them, I was sad and confused, trying to figure everything out so what I was selling was the last thing on my mind other than the money coming in.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“You’re holding something back. I can tell.”

Steph sat up, scratching her head. She sighed as Gemma took her hand. “After my first party, I came home to see a box I had forgotten on the bus of lingerie and toys. Terry was up and was rather angry with me that I was selling them after he told me he didn’t want me to. I didn’t tell him I had a party. He was angry and hit the box across the room. He said ‘it looks like you don’t need me at all” and it stuck with me. So I’m worried using anything will make you think I don’t want you because I can get myself off or that toys would be better than what you can do.”

Gemma frowned. “Grubby little wretch,” she commented under her breath. “He felt emasculated by them.”

“And he was embarrassed because everyone at the pub found out, but-“

“It’s not an excuse.”

“That was one of the first nights he went to Barry’s. It’s when we really started to have issues.”

“Do you think that if we use one, I’ll honestly be jealous of it?”

“I just don’t want to like it too much and then not have you.”

Gemma smiled, sympathetically. “Love, toys are more fun with a partner. And they can get tiring. I mean take the bullet we used for example. We haven’t used that since Dean went to Terry’s and I’d say we’ve been doing mighty fine on our own. It’s just something to use to spice it up every once in a while, but again, I only want to use them if it’s something you want us to use together.”

“Do you think we need to spice it up?”

“No. I just fucked you in a public bathroom about four hours ago and got you to touch yourself while I watched, which we should explore more because that was really hot.”

Steph chuckled. “Was it?”

Gemma nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on more and I learned a few things I didn’t know you liked.”

“Like what?”

Gemma spread Steph’s legs and pushed the comforter off her back. Steph bent her legs, biting her lip. “Like you like little pats against your clit to get stimulated.” Gemma did just so as Steph felt the light stings cause her arousal. “You like one finger at first, but not all the way in. Just a little tease.” Steph gasped as Gemma continued to show what she learned. “And then when you’re nice and wet, and ready for me, you take as many fingers as you feel is necessary, in this case three-“

“Fuck Gemma,” her hips jumped off the bed.

“And then you go back and forth from penetration to clit stimulation, wanting it to be me touching you, wishing it was me touching you and not your own hand, pulling me into a kiss,” Gemma leaned forward, her mouth hovering over Steph’s, “until... you finally... come.”

Steph’s whole body shook as she orgasmed around Gemma’s fingers, grasping Gemma’s arms. Gemma kissed her then returned to sitting, confidently smiling.

“You did learn a lot,” Steph muttered, catching her breath.

“I’ve always been rather observant.”

“Thank G-d for that.”

Gemma laughed.

“I think I’m paralyzed.”

“That good, huh? See? Who needs toys when I can get to come like that with just my hand.”

“And what about your mouth?”

“You want my mouth too? So greedy.”

Steph leaned forward, pushing Gemma’s thighs so she would uncross her legs. Steph smirked, laying on her stomach. Gemma leaned back against her hands, legs open, waiting on Steph to take charge. Steph kissed and nipped the inside of Gemma’s thighs, Gemma’s light breathy moans already filling the space. Steph licked her outer lips first. Gemma grabbed the back of her head, completely ready for her. She waited, trying to be as patient as possible while Steph continued to tease her, not touching precisely where she needed it.

“You know I’m wet,” Gemma muttered.

“Mhmm.”

“So don’t you want to just fuck me?”

“I don’t know. You made me touch myself and made me wait so now I’m going to make you wait.”

“How long?”

“Not too long. I know this is doing a lot to you, building you up. As much as you act like you don’t, I know you like the wait to get worked up so when I finally do touch you, you don’t have to work as hard or take as long.”

“So again, how long?” Gemma was a mess, grabbing her chest. Her eyes were closed, but the grip on Steph’s hair was getting stronger.

“Hmm…,” Steph paused and answered by taking a long, broad lick surprising Gemma. She immediately laid down, her hips rutting as Steph sucked and teased her center. She hummed in approval at Gemma’s taste, not able to control herself. Gemma spread her legs, pulling Steph’s hair as she rode her tongue.

“Steph,” she panted, her hips moving slowly. “Yes, Love.” Steph reached forward, grabbing Gemma’s breast. Gemma threw her head back against the mattress, her back arching as Steph entered her with her tongue. Gemma’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the pressure building. Steph went back to her core, her tongue never stopping, knowing Gemma was close. Gemma’s pitch started getting higher, letting herself be as loud as she wanted. Steph enjoyed every moment, feeling Gemma’s excitement of her chin. Gemma’s hips jerked, Steph slipping two fingers inside of her. Gemma orgasmed seconds later, Steph’s name pouring from her lips.

Steph looked up with a laugh as Gemma caught her breath. Steph watched as her body spasmed. She crawled over her and sat on her stomach, smiling smugly. Gemma opened her eyes and laughed. She grabbed the back of Steph’s neck bringing her into a desperate kiss, moaning at her taste. They pulled back, smiling at one another.

“Oh, fuck,” Gemma moaned.

Steph kissed her neck, Gemma’s arms wrapping around her. Steph got comfortable, laying on top of Gemma. They laid there, breathing and relaxing into one another, completely lost in one another.

“What time is it?” Gemma asked.

Steph sat up just enough to see the alarm clock on her nightstand before laying back down. “Three thirty.”

“Shit,” Gemma mumbled. She grabbed the comforter, pulling it over them.

“Don’t you just want to lay against the pillows?”

“That would cause me to have to sit up and move, when I’m happy here with your head on my chest and in my arms.”

“Well I would like a pillow.”

Steph started to sit up, but Gemma pulled her back down, causing them both to laugh. They turned to their sides, facing one another, holding hands. Gemma leaned forward and kissed her hand lovingly. Steph smiled and scooted closer so her head rested under Gemma’s chin. Their legs were intertwined as their breathing evened out.

They eventually shifted, laying against the pillows and under the comforter. Gemma laid on her stomach, arms above her head under the pillow. Steph cuddled up to her side, her leg in between Gemma’s, her arm stretched across her back, head resting below her shoulder. She placed the lightest kiss against her shoulder blade before letting slumber take over her.

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Joan and Dean arrived at the house around noon the next day. Joan figured Steph would be exhausted from the party and decided it would be best to bring Dean to her. Dean took his shoes off and went into the living room, excited to see his mum and Gemma. He wanted to make a big entrance, but stopped when he noticed the room was empty. He looked towards the kitchen that was also desolate.

“They’re not in here.”

“Maybe they went out,” Joan answered, bringing some groceries into the kitchen.

“Without me?”

“Dean, you can’t do everything with them.”

“I know, grownups need alone time, but they said they’d come get me.”

“Well your mum has been working really hard this week so she is probably just exhausted.”

“Gemma too?”

“I can’t answer for her.”

“But where would they be?”

“Steph!” Joan called out. There was no reply. “I’m guessing they're out.”

“Or upstairs.”

“If they’re upstairs, they are most likely asleep, but I’m sure your mum is exhausted. Gemma could be at work. I’m not sure. Help me put these groceries away and tidy so your mother doesn’t have to.”

Dean stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up. “Mum?!” He called. Still no answer.

Steph jolted awake, Gemma now spooning her from behind. She blinked a few times and looked at the clock, groaning.

“Shit, Gem.”

Gemma’s head bobbed back and forth a couple times, acknowledging Steph’s voice. “Hm? I’m here.”

Steph smiled. “It’s noon, Love.”

“What?” She asked, sitting up lazily and rubbing her face. She looked at Steph before sighing and laying back down. Steph turned to rest on Gemma’s chest. Gemma’s arm held her there as she forced her body to wake up. Steph placed light pecks against her chest.

Steph leaned up to kiss Gemma, who turned her head away.

“My breath is atrocious.”

“It’s fine, Love.”

Steph laid on top of Gemma, smiling at her. “If you kiss me, we can have a little quickie before going to pick up Dean.”

“Only if I kiss you?”

Steph nodded.

“It’s really bad, Steph. I can taste it.”

“Mine’s not much better so come on.”

Gemma chuckled. Her dark eyes and smile glowed in the late morning sun. Steph cupped her cheeks and studied her.

“What?” Gemma asked.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Gemma grinned and sat up, kissing Steph. Steph pulled back with a face of disgust. “You’re right, it is bad.” Gemma looked on in shock and was about to defend herself when Steph smiled. “Just kidding.”

Gemma rolled her eyes, pushing Steph onto her back and pinning her to the mattress. Their bodies now bare from the comforter being tangled under them. Steph laughed as Gemma held her down. They kissed passionately around lazy morning smiles, forgetting that bad breath was even an issue. Gemma kissed down her chest, taking Steph’s nipple into her mouth. She used her tongue to tease the skin as her hand lightly rubbed between Steph’s folds. Gemma moaned when she realized Steph was still wet from the night before. She slowly and cautiously slipped two fingers into her. Steph arched her back, Gemma moving to her other breast and she got comfortable in between her legs.

“Harder,” Steph whispered. She pulled her legs back, giving Gemma as much access to get deeper inside of her. Gemma held herself up and used more force to give Steph the pleasure that she wanted. Steph moaned, running her hands up Gemma’s back as her hips followed Gemma’s rhythm. “Fuck, Gemma.”

Gemma smirked. She placed light kisses everywhere, her fingers never stopping. Steph used her own hand to rub her center, moaning louder. They smiled at one another before meeting in another hungry kiss. Steph moaned into her mouth, feeling Gemma’s tongue against hers. Steph scratched Gemma's back, grasping at her. Gemma gasped, but continued nonetheless. Gemma kissed Steph’s neck, she was panting, breathing heavily when she opened her eyes. They soon widened.

“Dean.”

“What?” Gemma asked.

Gemma stopped completely, following Steph’s eyesight. Dean was standing in the doorway, completely in shock. His eyes were just as alert as his mother’s. Gemma could feel the tension growing as they all stayed there, completely frozen. “Can you close the door, Love and go downstairs? We’ll be there in a minute,” Gemma said, calmly.

Dean’s only response was pulling the door shut. Steph felt her heart ache and stomach drop.
“What’s he doing here?” Steph asked. “I mean am I dreaming or is he in the house?”

“He’s in the house.”

“And he just sa… he just saw us?”

“I honestly don’t know what he saw.”

“Well we’re not covered.”

“He could have just seen skin.”

“What do I do?”

Gemma sat back. “We need to talk to him like an adult. He’s at an age where kids learn about sex and obviously we don’t say all the fundamental things, but we definitely need to talk to him.”

“How is he here?”

“I’m guessing Joan brought him.”

“How did we not hear it?”

“We were probably still asleep.”

“What do we do?”

Gemma nodded. “We let the embarrassment out in here. We can’t show him embarrassment or he’ll think sex is something to be embarrassed about and it’s not.”

“He’s six.”

“It’s a developmental age, Steph. If we look guilty, he could think that the guilt and embarrassment causes sex to be shameful. It’s healthier for him in the long run.” Gemma could see the panic in her eyes. “Look, let’s just get dressed, take a deep breath and talk to him. It happens. Tom walked in on Simon and I when he was around this age and we talked to him so he could understand it.”

“But I can’t perfectly say what I would say if you were Terry. I could at least say, this is how babies are made. Can’t do that with you.”

“Okay, but we don’t have to go into specifics on why we’re having sex. We don’t have to say things like penetration or what specifically we were doing. We just talk to him, we let him ask questions. We answer everything honestly and the best we can.”

“Gemma.”

“I know. I know, Love. I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s not your fault. It’s like you said, it happens, I just- I don’t know what to say to him.”

“I mean this is tricky because this is technically lesbian sex so you’re right, we can’t get away with saying that we’re trying to make babies, but first things first. We get dressed and we calm ourselves down so we can be as relaxed as possible.”

Gemma got off the bed and held her hand out for Steph. “I’m not ready for this.”

“You have to be even if you’re not.”

Steph stood up. She went to the bathroom to relieve herself while Gemma made the bed. She could hear Steph washing her hands as she slipped on a pair of underwear. Steph stood in the doorway. “I’m so dumbfounded. I don’t- I just,” she sighed. She went to her dresser, pulling out a bra.

“Well how much does he know about the body and private areas?” Gemma asked.

“He knows how our bodies are different. He knows that you don’t touch anyone’s privates or allow them to touch yours, which now seems a bit odd.”

“No, it’s good. It’s so he knows that without consent, no one should be touched. That you keep your hands to yourself.”

“But he just walked in on you with our hands-”

“I don’t think he saw any penetration.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Well from his angle and how were on the bed, your legs were held back and I was holding myself up on the left side so I’m assuming my body was blocking what I was doing.”

“Well he could see your arm.”

Gemma walked past her to wash her hands. “Doesn’t mean he saw what we were doing. We were just kissing and I was kissing your neck. I think we should go to him, apologize for him having to see that so he knows that he’s not in trouble and did nothing wrong since we should have locked the door I guess and then just ask him what he saw and go from there.”

Steph nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That sounds like a good plan.”

“And Steph, I hate to say this, but I think we’re going to have to tell Terry because we don’t know what Dean will say to him and he could easily say something about walking in on us.”

“I know.”

“So for right now, let’s deal with Dean, but I think before he leaves Saturday, you or both of us should talk to Terry about us.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not good that we’ve told Dean to lie and I would hate for Terry’s reaction, no matter what it is, to fall on him.”

“No, I agree.”

“Okay.”

They finished getting dressed, Gemma trying to be as supportive as she could. She could see the worry in her eyes. “It’s fine, Love. You can’t look this worried. It won’t do him good. Kids learn about sex. I mean it’s better to start it earlier than waiting until puberty.” She pressed her fingers against the creases in her forehead. Steph hugged Gemma, feeling Gemma’s strong arms around her. Gemma kissed the top of her head.

“Come on, Love. We can’t have him sitting down there, on his own, thinking things. We need to go and talk to him.”

“Right. I am a parent and this is my responsibility.”

“And I’m right here for support.”

Steph nodded and allowed Gemma to open the door for her. Steph took Gemma’s hand as they walked downstairs together, trying to be as covered as possible. Steph had put on a button down, everything closed except for the top button. Gemma decided on a long cardigan. Dean was sitting on the couch, playing with Jim. Even though he looked innocent, he was clearly upset.

“Morning, Mum.”

“Hi, Love.”

“When did you get here?” Steph asked.

“About twenty minutes ago. Figured I’d save you the hassle of picking him up. I knew you’d be tired. Wasn’t sure if Gemma worked today or not, but I’ve started working on lunch for us including Gemma.”

“Thanks for that.” Steph smiled.

“How was the party last night?”

“Good. Yeah. We made a decent amount of money, had people from literally all over and they offered me a new position.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but I have a lot of options to weigh before I make a decision. They want me to travel around to different cities as a recruiter.”

“Well you would be amazing at that, Steph.”

“Yeah. Thanks. But I need to talk to Dean so,” She held out her hand to him. “Dean, Love, can you come with me?”

Dean took her hand, hesitantly, but when he looked at Gemma it was almost as if he was full of disdain and anger. He smacked her leg in passing.

“Hey!” Steph exclaimed, pulling him away.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt her!” he shouted.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Gemma answered, rubbing her leg.

“What’s he talking about?” Joan asked, curiously.

“Dean Kirke, I don’t care what you think you saw or what happened, we do not hit people, ever,” Steph stated, clear as day. Gemma had never heard her use such a voice.

“What’s happened?” Joan asked again.

“He walked in on us which is why I specifically told you, I would pick him up.” Steph’s voice was soft again as she escorted Dean out the room. Gemma looked back at Joan before following them. All three made their way upstairs and into Dean’s room. Gemma closed the door behind them and stayed next to it while Steph sat down, Dean beside her.

“Before we start talking, you need to apologize to Gemma. I know your dad’s reaction to anger is to hit, but you, Sir, are way better than that and you never do that. You don’t hit anyone.”

He hung his head low. “I’m sorry, Gemma.”

“It’s alright, Love.”

“Dean, she was not hurting me at all.”

“She looked like she was wrestling you.”

“Well the first thing that needs to be said,” Gemma stated, kneeling in front of Dean, “is we’re sorry you saw that.”

“Yes, Love. You did nothing wrong by opening the door.”

“What were you doing then? Was it wrestling?”

“No, Love.” Steph took a deep breath. “We were having sex.”

“But that’s how babies are made.”

“Who told you that?”

“Daddy. He said that daddy’s penises have sperm and mummy’s have eggs. And then they have sex to make babies when they love each other.”

“When did he tell you this?” Steph asked, trying not to get upset.

“The last time I was there. He told me that’s how he made the baby with Lisa.”

“Okay, yes, Love, that is how babies are made. Is that all he said? That we have sex and sperms and eggs?”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing more? Not how sex works or anything?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Steph looked at Gemma, who smiled. She nodded with encouragement.

“Dean, what exactly did you see?”

“Gemma was on top of you and kissing you. It looked like she was doing something but I couldn’t see and then you stopped when you saw me.”

“And that’s it?” He nodded. “Do you have questions?”

“Why were you naked?” Dean asked.

“Because usually when two adults have sex, they are naked.”

“But you don’t have a penis.”

“No, Love, I don’t.”

“And Gemma doesn’t either.”

“No, Dean. We’re both female.”

“Does Gemma have sperm?”

Steph smiled. “No, Sweetheart. Most females do not have sperm.”

“So why are you trying to make babies?”

“Well we’re not because two women can’t, but sex isn’t always about making babies. What Daddy told you is really just the equipment needed to make babies, but sex isn’t always about that, Love. Sometimes it’s just about being close with the person you love. It’s intimate and nice, but it’s done between two consenting adults. It’s a choice we make together as adults. It’s honestly not something you need to worry about at the moment.”

“And that’s what you were doing?”

“Yes, Love.”

“So when you say you two need alone time?”

“Yeah, sometimes, yes, but other times, Gemma and I just like to be by ourselves.”

Dean looked at his feet and then up at Gemma, who was now sitting on the floor. She smiled at him. “Is sex bad?”

“No,” they sighed simultaneously. “It’s perfectly natural and healthy,” Gemma answered. “But it’s something that happens when you’re older. You don’t need to think about all of that stuff right now. It’s something you do when you’re dating someone and you’re in love.” They both knew love didn’t really matter when it came to sex, but Gemma figured it was better than having to explain more.

“Are you in love?”

“Yeah,” Steph answered with a smile. “Sometimes sex is just a different way to express it, but it’s like Gemma said, it’s very healthy, just still a bit over your head.”

“You’re really young, Dean and you still have a few more years before you need to start honestly thinking about this stuff,” Gemma added. “But you’re also at an age where you’ll probably start hearing about it from other boys at school.”

“That’s true. Which is why I want you to know that you can come to me with any questions about this. I might not answer them right away if I don’t feel like you’re old enough for the answer, but we can and should have open communication about this at all times.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“And this won’t be the last talk we have about it either so don’t feel like you have to get all your questions answered immediately, alright?”

He nodded. Steph looked to Gemma, seeming a little more relieved, but she could still see the small panic in Steph’s eyes.

“How are you feeling about this?” Gemma asked Dean, patting his knee. He shrugged, not looking at either of them. “Confused?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? It makes sense. It’s a confusing thing, but it’s alright,” Gemma stated.

“Do you feel bad or sad?” Steph asked.

“I feel bad, but only because I hit your leg.”

Gemma smiled. “You thought I was hurting your mum. It’s completely understandable.”

“Well, I am sorry.”

“I know, Love. Apology accepted.”

“But still, no hitting Dean. I don’t want you to have your father’s temper. You’re better than that, right?”

“Yes.” Dean finally looked up at Steph. “Can I hug you?”

Steph beamed. “Course you can.” Dean stood up and Steph opened her arms. He wrapped his arms around her neck and she picked him up so he was on her lap. “I love you, Dean and I am sorry you saw walked in on that. I know it was probably scary and had I known you were home, that wouldn’t have happened, but it’s important to talk about these things.”

“Why?”

“Well because in a few years, your body is going to change and things will start to be a little different, but again, not something you need to worry about now.”

“Bad different?”

“No, you’ll just start becoming a man instead of my sweet little boy.”

“I’ll still be sweet.”

“Well I hope so.”

Dean smiled.

“Lunch!” Joan yelled.

“Shall we go eat whatever Gran has made for us?”

Dean pulled back and smiled. He climbed off Steph’s lap only to land in Gemma’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s already forgotten.”

“I love you, Gemma.”

“I love you too, Kid. Do you have any other questions or do you want to talk about it more?” Dean shook his head no. “Right, well, come on, let’s go see what Joan made for lunch.”

He got out of her lap and ran down the stairs. Gemma looked back at Steph.

“He should have more questions,” Steph stated.

“He’s probably processing all of it and will have questions later.”

“Later? I don’t know if I can deal with more questions later.”

“Of course you can. How are you feeling?”

“Honestly, like a real shit parent.” Steph’s eyes started to water. She slunk the floor next to Gemma.

“Yes, well don’t. You are blameless.” Steph rested her head on Gemma’s shoulder. Gemma kissed the top of it. “Bound to happen eventually.”

“I know. I just don’t want him to grow up.”

“But he has to.”

“We should tell him to not talk to the other kids at school about sex. Last thing I need is more gossip about how I’m telling my six year old about how lesbians shag.”

“Yeah we should.”

“Does he have to grow up?”

Gemma smiled. “Yeah he does.”

“I don’t want to deal with a teenage boy.”

“It’s more difficult, but Dean’s so sweet, I can’t imagine him being too bad.”

“I meant the other stuff.”

“What other stuff?”

“Masturbating and really having to talk about sex when he’s not going to want to do that with me. Who wants to talk to their parents about sex?”

“No one and the masturbating thing really isn’t that bad because it’s a part of life. You just learn to always knock when the door is closed. Any door.”

Steph looked at Gemma and laughed. “I should teach Dean that now.”

Gemma chuckled. “Yeah, I think we should and lock the door.”

“Yeah.”

Steph smiled at her. “Thank you for being here with me.”

“Well we were both caught in the act and sometimes it’s easier for kids to talk about sex with people who aren’t their parents.”

“So you’re saying when the time comes, you’ll give him the sex talk.”

Gemma grinned and laughed. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not? Save me. You love me so much you’d do anything for me.”

“I told you, that is you and Terry.”

“I’m more worried about telling Terry. I don’t think he’s homophobic, but I don’t know.”

“Well I’ll be there so no need to worry about him.”

“He wouldn’t hit me.”

“Well Dean has seen him hit someone.”

“That’s always been my biggest fear that he’s going to have that irrational way of thinking like Terry.”

“Just keep enforcing the no hitting rule. I mean I think it’s kind of sweet that he thought I was hurting you and got mad and wanted to protect his mum. I think it just shows how sweet he is and how much he absolutely loves you.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Come on, let’s stop sulking and go eat. It smells delicious.”

“Can we sulk a little more?”

“Why, Beautiful?”

“I just feel bad and I don’t want to go down there feeling bad.”

“There’s no need to feel bad. Sex is a part of nature and normal and kids walk in on their parents all the time. I had a patient once come in for something and they were always really honest when I asked how it was going. Well one time, she told me that she thought her kids were asleep for their nap and she and her husband got a little freaky in the kitchen. So she was mid blow job when her three year walked in. Cock in mouth, the whole thing.”

Steph was shocked. “That’s not true.”

“It is.”

“What did they do?”

“She said she told her daughter that her father had a ‘boo boo’ and she was kissing it to make it better. So honestly, Dean just seeing us naked is really not that big of a deal. I wasn’t eating you out, we weren’t using a toy, he saw breasts, which children see all the time. I think we did pretty good while getting caught.”

“I can’t believe that happened.”

“It happens more times than not, but ours really isn’t that bad.”

“You’re right. Could’ve been worse.” Steph patted Gemma’s hand and kissed her palm. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Making me feel better.”

Gemma smiled. “I love you and I don’t ever want you to think, you’re a shit parent because you’re really a good mum.”

“Thanks, Gem.”

“Done being awkward and sad?”

“Yeah.”

They shared a few small pecks before Gemma stood up. She held out her hands, helping Steph stand. Steph hugged her feeling Gemma’s warm embrace. “It’s alright, Love.”

“Love you,” Steph whispered.

“Love you too.”

They let go and headed downstairs together. Dean and Joan were already sitting at the table, eating.

“It smells delicious, Mum. Did you make a stir fry?”

“Yes, it was quick and easy and then this way I know Dean’s getting in his vegetables.”

“He eats them every day without complaints now.” Steph scratched the back of Dean’s head and he looked up at her. She kissed his forehead.

“It smells delicious, Joan,” Gemma commented, following Steph.

“Thank you.”

Gemma helped herself, grabbing two bowls for her and Steph, as Steph sat down at the table.

“Is it good, Dean?”

Dean nodded, taking a bite. Gemma placed a bowl in front of Steph, sitting down beside her.

“Thanks, Love.”

Gemma smiled.

“So how did that go?” Joan asked.

Gemma and Steph looked at one another before glancing at Dean. “As well as it could,” Steph answered.

“I think we handled it well,” Gemma added.

“I think it would have been better had Terry been there,” Joan commented.

“Well he already explained the sperm, the egg, and the baby.”

“And how it works?”

“No.”

“Well, he was never one with words.”

“And yet you pushed me to stay with him.”

“A boy needs his father.”

Steph rolled her eyes. “Well, speaking of Terry, could you help us out on Saturday and watch Dean for a little bit.”

“I thought he was coming on Saturday.”

“He is, but Gemma and I have decided that we need to talk to him about us and I don’t really want Dean around for that.”

“Why not, Mum?”

Steph smiled. “Grown up conversations, Love. Super boring.” She noticed his bowl was empty. “Are you finished?” Dean nodded. “Could you go put your bowl in the sink and then tidy your room? I figured later today, since it’s nice and sunny, we could go to the park.”

“With my bike?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dean sprinted from the chair and placed his bowl in the sink before taking off for his bedroom. Gemma got up to put on a pot of water to make some tea. They waited until they were sure Dean was upstairs, Gemma checking the stairs. She nodded on her way back in, going to the now bowling water.

“Anyway, I don’t know what Terry’s reaction will be and I don’t want Dean around for that.”

“He’s not going to like it.”

“Well I don’t really care if he likes, but we’ve asked Dean to lie about it and I don’t want him to slip up and say something and then Terry takes it out on him. His anger is bad enough. I don’t want Dean to see that.”

“Well, of course, I’ll watch him.”

“Thank you.”

Gemma placed a tea in front of Joan made perfectly with a little milk and a little sugar. “Thank you,” Joan said.

“You’re welcome.”

Gemma grabbed her and Steph’s tea, rejoining them at the table. “Thanks, Love,” Steph whispered, grabbing her hand.

“Not a problem.”

Joan waited until Gemma was situated to speak again. “I do think you two should really plan ahead about what you want to say to him and how you’re going to tell him. That way it’s a little more organized then just spouting it out.”

“We will.”

Joan paused and sighed. “I know I haven’t done my best, but do you want me to be there?”

Both Gemma and Steph stopped eating to look at her, making sure they heard her correctly. She was staring at Steph, clearly waiting for an answer.

“Why would you want to be there?” Steph questioned.

“I’m not exactly your favorite person,” Gemma added.

“No you’re not, but maybe if he heard me talk-”

“No offense, Mum, but I feel like you’d just agree with him if he took it poorly.”

“Like I said, I know I haven’t been the best about the situation, but I am trying to do better. I’m trying to stand up for you when I hear people gossip in regards to your relationship. I got used to your job so I should be able to eventually overcome this, but maybe if Terry heard me say nice things about it, he won’t be as upset.”

“Well as kind as that offer is and I really do appreciate it, I don’t want Dean here and I think he’ll feel better being with you. I don’t know what we’re doing during the day, but I figured I could drop him off on our way home. Bring Terry here and discuss it with him.”

“Are you spending the day with them as well?” Joan asked Gemma.

“No, I’ve got to do a little work on Saturday at the clinic to make up some hours. Then I have a few errands to run. Figured I’d meet Steph here.”

“Yeah. The original agreement was that Dean and Terry would be alone, but Dean wants me to go so Gemma and I thought it would be easier if she just came here. Then we’ll just pick Dean up afterwards.”

Joan stared at her, blankly. “How do you think this is really going to go, Steph?”

“I don’t know. Either normal and good or bad.”

“Well I hope for your sake and Dean’s, it goes well.”

“Me too.”

“How are you going to tell him?”

“Well we haven’t gotten that far,” Gemma explained, “We just made the decision upstairs before talking to Dean.”

“Basically I don’t want Dean to lie to his dad anymore. I want him to be able to be open and honest. It’s not fair to him nor Terry. I’m pretty sure Terry already knows something’s up considering the last few times I’ve seen him, Gemma has been with me. So we’ll go out for lunch, let them do whatever they want, drop Dean off at yours and then come here. Basically everything has been planned, but the conversation. I think we should talk about it tonight after Dean goes to bed.”

“Agreed and we still have a few days to figure everything out.”

“Are you nervous, Gemma?”

She took her last bite of food and took a sip of tea. “No, Joan. Not really.”

“Have you thought about how this could affect this family?”

“How would it affect it?”

“What if Terry tries to take him away?”

“I wouldn’t allow that to happen,” Steph answered. “His home is here. I have a better job and make more money than Terry, who has only been able to hold a job down now for the first time in his life.”

“But the government could say the child is in an illegitimate household.”

“Why would the government be involved?”

“If he takes you to court.”

“He didn’t do that with Johnny.”

“Johnny was a man.”

“So?”

“So, we don’t know Terry’s stance on the,” Joan cleared her throat, “homosexual lifestyle so if he doesn’t like it, he could take you to court.”

“For what?”

“Custody.”

“Mum!”

“You’ve already gone against your custody agreement.”

“Because that’s what Dean wanted. It’s about Dean, not Terry.”

“I’m just trying to prepare you for the possibility-”

“We wouldn’t let it get that far,” Gemma stated.

“How would you stop it?”

Gemma side eyed Joan. “I mean I feel like that is the absolute worst case scenario and we don’t need to cross that bridge unless we have to, but I honestly can’t imagine that happening.” Gemma looked towards Steph to see some panic in her eyes. “Love, it’s alright.” Steph nodded. “Look at me.” Steph turned to look towards Gemma not making eye contact. Gemma took her hands which caused Steph to finally look up. “That won’t happen, Love. We won’t let it get that far, I promise.”

“Steph, I’m not trying to worry you.”

“Really? You’re doing a great job,” She replied sarcastically. “It’s already been a weird morning and I don’t need anything added to it.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to-”

“Just stop, Mum. Please. I can’t with this right now.”

“Alright, so we won’t worry about it,” Gemma soothed. “We’ll wash the dishes and take Dean to the park. Focus on the good day together before going to work tomorrow. Okay?”

Steph nodded. She got up from the table a little wobbly, but Gemma’s hand was there to steady her. “You alright?”

“Yes, Love. Thank you.”

Steph collected the bowls from the table and took them to the sink. Joan sighed and stood. “Well I think I’ve done enough here for the day. I assume you’ll bring Dean to me in the morning on the way to work?”

“I will be,” Gemma answered. “I don’t have to be at the clinic until ten so figured I’d drop him off on my way around nine thirty?”

“Sure. I’ll see you then and Steph, I’m sorry for making you upset.”

“It’s fine,” she answered, her voice shaky. “Thank you for lunch.”

“I’ll see myself out.”

Both women stayed and waited for the door to close. As soon as Joan shut it, Steph turned to Gemma, completely breaking down. Gemma wrapped her arms around her, comforting her. “It’s alright, Love.”

“What if she’s right? What if he tries to file for full custody and I lose my son.”

“Do you honestly think Terry would do that to you?”

Steph shook her head. “Unless he wanted revenge for me not taking him back.”

Gemma pulled back and cupped her cheeks. “After fucking Lisa?”

“Yeah and then afterwards when I told him to leave.”

“Love, you don’t need to worry.”

Steph had tears streaming down her cheeks. Gemma wiped them away. “It’s okay, Beautiful. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Dean. I promise, Love.” Steph continued to nod her head. “It’s alright. There is no revenge for him to seek. You’re not going to lose Dean.”

Gemma could see that Steph was lost in thoughts, bringing her hands to her head, trying to fight the thoughts.

“Come on, Love.” Gemma guided Steph to the couch and sat her down. “It’s been a weird morning and you’ve already had to deal with a lot. You’re just exhausted from the party and everything that has already happened today, but it will be okay. I promise.”

“And you’ll be here?”

“Of course I will. Where else would I be?”

“Why did she have to say all that. I mean I was feeling better after talking to Dean and she always does this. She just needs to shut up. She’s so cruel.”

“I’m not trying to defend her, but I don’t think she was trying to be mean. Your mum just sees everything black and whtie. I mean she obviously has anxiety and she just transfers it to you.”

“Well can she stop? I can’t…” She laid her head down in Gemma’s lap and sighed. “I can’t deal with all of this all the time. It’s too much.”

“What? Us?”

“No just the changes. Why do I have to sit Terry down and be all delicate because I’m with you. I shouldn’t have to do that. I should just be able to say, ‘I’m with Gemma. I love her. She’s part of me,’ and that be it. Why do I have to compromise our relationship for some twat who shagged some stupid woman and then have to worry about losing custody of my child?”

“Because it’s societal, I guess.”

“Well it’s bullshit and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of having to feel nervous about telling people that I love you. I’m tired of the eyes. I’m tired of whispers. I just want to be with you and have my son with me.”

“You will, Love.”

“Where am I going?” Dean asked, coming into the living room. Steph quickly wiped her eyes and smiled, sitting up.

“To the park to ride your bike!”

“Are you crying, Mummy?”

“No, Love. I’m just exhausted from the party last night and all the work I had to put into it.”

“We don’t have to go to the park. We can stay here and play a game.”

Steph’s eyes shined brightly at the sweet gesture. “But you really want to ride your bike.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, Love. I promised a bike ride today so we’re going to go to the park. The cold air might help me wake up. So go get your jumper. Let’s go!”

Dean smiled broadly and ran to the foyer. Steph looked at Gemma. “It’s hard.”

“It is hard,” Gemma agreed. “Being a divorced parent and feeling like you have to do it on your own is hard. But I love you and I really don’t give a shit about Terry. I care about you, I care about Dean and I care about my son. That’s pretty much it. I’m not going to let anything happen to you or anyone. I promise it’s going to be okay.”

“Thank you and thank you again for just being here and helping.”

“It’s the very least I can do. Now, let’s get on some warmer clothes, for you at least, and not worry about this morning, not worry about Terry, not worry about anything. You started the new year with telling your kid about sex. What a way to start,” Gemma joked.

Steph laughed. “Technically I started it with fucking you so I don’t feel too bad about that.”

“It was good too.”

Steph rolled her eyes and leaned into Gemma’s ear. “Really good.” She kissed her cheek standing up. Gemma chuckled, following her.

“I’m ready,” Dean announced.

“Well let me put on a proper, woolly jumper and then we’ll be all set. Do you need anything from upstairs Gem?”

“A pair of socks and something warmer than this.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Dean waited until Steph had turned the corner. “Is Mum upset?”

“You know how your Gran likes to get under skin?”

“Yeah.”

“She just did that for a little bit before going home, but your Mum’s fine. She’s just tired.”

“Promise?”

Gemma smiled and held out her pinky. “Pinky promise.” Dean hooked her finger and laughed.

“Dean, do you have any questions about earlier?”

“No. I just don’t really understand it.”

“You will, one day, but you can ask us anything, you know?” He nodded. “So if anything is rattling around in that head of yours and you want to ask, you can.”

Dean shook his head no.

“Alright, well you’ve got your helmet and pads and gloves?” Dean nodded. “So you’re all set then?”

“Yeah.”

“Excellent. We get your mum, we get your bike and then we get to go have a super fun day, freezing in the park.”

“Yay!” Dean shouted as Steph made her way back down the stairs. She held a sweater out for Gemma, who thanked her and took it. She soon realized the other item in Steph’s hand and laughed.

“Seriously?”

“Gemma, it is cold and I am always cold.”

“But a blanket, Love?”

“It’s not illegal!”

Gemma put her arms up in defense. “Alright. You’re right.”

“And you used the blanket the last time.”

“Only so I could be next to you and feel your warmth.”

Steph looked away and smirked. “And because you were cold.”

“Well it is winter.”

Steph laughed, wrapping her arm around Gemma’s back, feeling Gemma’s lips against her cheek. “You ready to go, Love?”

Dean nodded. They gathered the bike from the back, spent about an hour in the park before coming back. Gemma managed to help Steph rid her of her troubles in regards to Joan’s comments, for the most part. She let Steph relax, making dinner and helping Dean with getting to bed. By the time she was finally able to retire, Steph was out like a light. She smiled at the sight. She quickly changed, washing her face and getting into bed. It didn’t take long for Steph to cuddle up to her side with a sigh.

“Do you think I’m a good mum, Gem?”

“I think you’re one of the best. Dean is always first and he’s a very happy child.”

“Do you think him walking in on us will scar him for life?”

“No, Love. Like I said, it happens and it did. He didn’t seem to see much and we told him to ask questions if he has them. It’s all about open communication and now he knows he has that. But you are a wonderful mum. Don’t doubt yourself.”

Steph nodded. She kissed Gemma’s chest. “You’re a good mum too, Gemma.”

“Don’t think that’s true.”

“My son wouldn’t allow you to put him to bed, without me, if you weren’t. He gets that parent vibe from you. He looks up to you. He loves you.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m a good mum.”

“Not a lot of people would go out of their way to make their partner’s kids happy and healthy like you do. You always say I put Dean first, but you’re starting to do that yourself. You care when he’s hurt. You care when he’s sick. I mean I hadn’t talked to you in a week and a half when Dean got sick and you didn’t bat an eye. You literally dropped everything to pick him up and take him home.”

“That’s because I love you.”

“And because your maternal instincts kicked in.”

“So?”

“Look, you don’t have to believe me and I’m too tired to argue, not that you’re arguing, but I want you to know and understand that I wouldn’t allow you to be with Dean, alone, if you weren’t a good mum.”

Gemma kissed her forehead. She adjusted to get comfortable and sighed. Steph’s eyes were closed once again as she laid against Gemma. A small “thank you” broke the silence and Steph smiled, rubbing Gemma’s side as they succumb to slumber.