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It was late and Mac was just starting to drift off to sleep when Rosie broke the silence.

“Hm?” Mac mumbled, instinctively pulling Rosie closer to her chest. She nuzzled her nose into the soft curls that fell over Rosie’s shoulder as Rosie sighed contentedly, leaning back into Mac’s touch.

“Does your family know?” Rosie said again, so quietly it was almost a whisper. “About… you? Your preference?”

Mac was quiet for a moment. “Yes,” she said finally.

“And?” Rosie’s fingers brushed lightly over Mac’s hand where it rested on her stomach.

Mac opened her eyes, staring into the darkness. “I’ve no doubt that if I were to come home with a nice, Catholic husband, my mother would take me back in an instant.”

Rosie inhaled sharply. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. The covers rustled as she rolled over to face Mac, bringing a hand up to stroke her cheek.

“It is what it is,” Mac said simply, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “My father still talks to me.”

“Still,” Rosie said. She was silent for a moment. “I don’t know if I’ll ever tell Father,” she admitted. “Perhaps my sister someday.”

“Whatever you do, it’s your decision,” Mac said, taking Rosie’s hand in hers. “There’s no rush.”

“You won’t be upset? Hiding our relationship?”

Mac laughed ruefully. “Rosie, every relationship I’ve ever had has been hidden.”

“Oh.” Rosie looked taken aback at first, like the thought hadn’t occurred to her before, before her expression darkened. “That’s not right,” she said fiercely.

Mac forgot, sometimes, that this was all new to Rosie. She’d never had to hide a relationship before, or second-guess herself for showing a hint of affection in public. In some ways, it was probably harder for her than it was for Mac, who’d never known any other way. This was just how it was for her, and had been all her life.

“Rosie,” she murmured. “I’d rather live my life honestly but in private than pretend to be someone I’m not. Besides,” she said, giving Rosie a gentle smile, “that’s what found family is for.”

Rosie smiled and pressed her lips softly to Mac’s. “I suppose you’re right.” She sighed and nestled her head into the crook of Mac’s neck, under her chin. Mac draped an arm over her, holding her close.

“Good night, Rosie,” she murmured, kissing Rosie’s hair. She felt Rosie smile against her skin.

“Good night, Doctor.”