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Previously on “This Is It”…

In a whirlwind move from Italy to Seattle, Dr. Carina DeLuca faces personal and professional challenges at Herrera's Memorial Hospital. A chance encounter with firefighter Maya Bishop at Joe's bar sparks a deep connection, leading to a blossoming romance despite their demanding careers. As their love deepens, trials arise, from professional tensions to family trauma, testing their commitment. Misunderstandings and insecurities strain their relationship, culminating in heartbreaking confrontations. But with newfound clarity and support, Carina and Maya manage to always reconcile, embarking on a journey of healing and growth together. Through vulnerable conversations, passionate encounters, and unwavering devotion, they navigate obstacles, showcasing resilience and love's transformative power. As they celebrate milestones and plan for the future, their bond solidifies throughout time. Their heartfelt journey of self-discovery and mutual empowerment culminates in a hopeful embrace of openness and chance, marking a new chapter in their enduring love story.

Maya sat on the plush couch, the familiar fabric cradling her as she stared at the little white stick in her hand. The pink lines seemed to pulse with life, both of them, a tiny miracle that felt impossibly surreal. She looked up at Carina, who was perched on the edge of the armchair, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted, as if she were about to say something monumental but had forgotten the words.

"Okay…" Maya said, her voice barely above a whisper, breaking the thick silence that enveloped them, "so… this is real, right?" Her laugh came out nervous and light, an instinctual attempt to ease the bubbling tension that filled the cozy room.

Carina blinked, her expressive brown eyes darting between the test and Maya’s face, “it sure looks real…” she replied, her accent soft but tinged with disbelief. She let out a breath, as if trying to blow away the weight of the moment, “I mean… Wow. Just wow.”

Maya couldn’t help but smile at Carina’s reaction. It was contagious. She chuckled again, a sound that felt confident despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her, “I’m not sure I even know how this happened. I thought it wasn’t even possible!”

Carina’s lips twitched into a grin, and she reached across the space between them, her slim hand wrapping around Maya's. The warmth of Carina’s touch sent a jolt of reassurance through her, “well, I guess we practiced a little too well…” Carina teased, her voice playful yet edged with the same mix of excitement and uncertainty that vibrated in the air.

Maya squeezed Carina’s hand, feeling the soft pulse of their connection. The world outside faded, leaving just the two of them, their cozy bedroom, and the overwhelming reality that they might soon become parents.

“I mean, what do we do now?” Maya asked, her brow furrowing slightly as the gravity of it all began to set in.

“First, we breathe…” Carina said, her tone steadying, though her own eyes sparkled with wonder, “and then… well, we figure it out together.”

Maya nodded repeatedly, her heart racing as she felt a flicker of excitement ignite within her. For all the uncertainties ahead, there was one thing she was sure of, they would navigate this new chapter side by side.

“Okay, so…” Carina began, her voice steadying as she focused on Maya, “I think I know how this happened.” Her gaze locked onto Maya's, both serious and playful, as if she were about to unveil a secret, “the hormonal treatments I’m undergoing? They actually worked. I mean, really, really worked.”

Maya’s brow furrowed slightly, the initial shock slowly fading away, “yeah… I figured…”

"Absolutely!" Carina leaned in closer, her enthusiasm starting to bubble over, “the increase in sperm count, I guess it was significant. We were pushing the limits of what our bodies could do, experimenting with innovative methods to enhance fertility. It's fascinating stuff! Like, all the hormones and science swirling together just… creating life.”

Her words flowed like a gentle stream, mixing professional insight with personal awe, “it’s amazing, isn’t it? A whole new being comes from a little science and a lot of love,” her expression softened, revealing the depth of her feelings amidst the playful banter.

Maya’s eyes sparkled with wonder, absorbing Carina’s passion. The initial shock was replaced by the vibrant energy of possibility. “So, we’re really doing this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with the thrill of realisation.

"Yeah, of course!" Carina confirmed, her own heart racing with the weight of their shared excitement. “We are!” as she confidently let the words out, Carina glanced at Maya and for an instant saw an expression that could possibly mean her worst nightmare coming true, “uh… unless you’re having any doubts about it…” The fear in Carina’s words was evident, her eyes darting away for just a moment as if to shield herself from the vulnerability of the question.

Maya shook her head vigorously, the hint of a shy smile creeping onto her lips, her apprehension slowly giving way to a flicker of hope. She reached out, capturing Carina's hand in her own, the warmth grounding them both, “doubts? No.” She shook her head, her ponytail swishing softly behind her, “just… a million thoughts swirling around in my head.”

In that moment, with the echo of fear, confusion, apprehension still dancing around them, they both understood that no matter the challenges ahead, they were ready to face them together.

“Tell me. What are you thinking about?” Carina simply asked, her voice gentle and sincere, drawing Maya’s attention back to her. The intensity of the moment seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket, and despite the racing thoughts looming in the air, Maya felt a sense of safety in Carina’s presence.

Maya took a deep breath, her apprehension slowly turning into a mix of excitement and determination. A tentative smile flickered across Maya's lips, but it quickly faded, “okay, but what about timing? I mean, we’ve got our jobs, and we aren’t even married yet, and—" she paused, her perfectionist instincts kicking in like an old engine that was suddenly awakened, “are we really ready for this?… Am I ready for this…”

Carina reached out, her fingers intertwining with Maya’s in an unspoken promise, "hey, it's okay," Carina said softly, her thumb running over the back of Maya's hand in soothing circles. "No one ever feels completely ready, especially when it comes to something this monumentally big," her voice was warm, wrapping around Maya like her favourite blanket. Carina leaned in closer, her brown eyes sparkling with affection, "but look at us. We’ve tackled tougher things together… We’ve faced challenges before, right? We can handle this too.”

Maya nodded slowly, her blue eyes searching Carina’s deep browns for reassurance, “but what if we mess up? What if I…” Her words trailed off, swallowed by fear and uncertainty.

“Hey!” Carina gently tucked a strand of Maya’s hair behind her ear, her expressive features softening with understanding. “What if you don’t mess up? You’re one of the most capable people I know. And look at us! We've built this amazing life together,” she gestured around the house that was filled with memories of laughter, impromptu dance parties, and late-night movie marathons, “every single moment has brought us here. This is just another chapter.”

Maya took a moment to absorb Carina’s words, her heart swelling with warmth as she considered the weight of what lay ahead, “another chapter,” she echoed, a sense of comfort creeping in. “You always know how to make me feel better,” she admitted, letting the corners of her mouth lift into a genuine smile, “it’s just… it’s tough to imagine myself as a mom and actually being good at it, you know?”

Carina tilted her head, a playful glint in her eye, “well, maybe it’s time to start imagining. I can totally see you rocking the mom thing. Just picture it: you, being all strong and athletic, teaching our kid how to run like the wind,” she grinned, her excitement contagious. “Besides, Maya… Look at me. I mean, come on! I’m going to be a mom too, and let’s be real, I still struggle with putting my laundry in the right basket half the time,” Carina teased, her eyes dancing playfully as Maya couldn't help but chuckle at the image.

"Right? How are we supposed to raise a tiny human when you can’t even distinguish between white and colours?" Maya teased back, her laughter breaking the tension that had been coiling in her chest.

“Exactly!” Carina laughed, her melodic voice filling the room, “and we’ll figure out the rest as we go. There’s no perfect checklist for parenting, but we’ll make it work. Together.”

A comforting silence enveloped the room as both women contemplated the possibility of becoming parents in such an unexpected way, but very much welcomed.

“I’m not going to be a perfect mother, am I?” Maya calmly asked, although she already knew the answer to that question.

Carina smiled softly, her gaze unwavering, “no, Maya. You won’t,” she replied gently, “and neither will I. But that’s the beauty of it. We’ll be real, we’ll be honest, and our kid will know that they can come to us with anything. You won’t only be a mom, you’ll be a human being, a brave, imperfect, and loving human being,” she reached for Maya’s hands, intertwining their fingers as if sealing a silent promise.

The weight of their fears began to lift, replaced by a budding sense of possibility.

“I like the sound of that,” she admitted, squeezing Carina's hands tightly. “Real and imperfect sounds way more manageable than... Fake and forced perfection...” Maya confessed, her gaze steadying on Carina’s, “I’m in. But we need to talk about baby names. Like, who even decides that stuff?”

Carina’s eyes danced with mischief. “Oh, I have a few ideas already. How about… ‘Speedy McFastlegs Deluca-Bishop’ for a boy? Just imagine, how fitting it would be for the offspring of the Olympic Medalist Maya Bishop!”

Maya burst into laughter, the sound ringing sweetly in the air, “that would be a no! That’s definitely not happening! Our kids won’t be having weird names like that. Can you imagine the poor kid going through school with a name like that? They’d never live it down!”

“Okay, okay! Point taken,” Carina relented, her laughter mingling with Maya’s. “But seriously, we can brainstorm together and I’m sure we can come up with something that reflects both of us. It doesn’t have to be traditional or weird, just something that feels right.”

Maya nodded, a playful grin spreading across her face. As they shared a moment of levity, Maya felt a flutter of hope blossom within her. Maybe, just maybe, they were ready for this new adventure after all.

As the evening approached and despite Carina’s constant reassuring words, Maya’s thoughts kept swirling in an anxious dance. The earlier laughter felt like a distant echo now, replaced by a tightening knot in her stomach. She glanced at Carina, who was sitting cross-legged beside her, a picture of calm and contentment. But beneath Maya's seemingly calmer exterior, shadows of memories crept in.

"Hey," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can we talk about something serious?"
Carina’s brow furrowed slightly, but she nodded, her warm brown eyes inviting Maya to share, “of course. What’s on your mind?”

Taking a deep breath, Maya shifted her gaze to the window, watching the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze. Childhood images flickered behind her closed eyes, her father’s harsh words, the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders. “I don’t want to mess this up,” she admitted, her voice trembling, “what if I end up being just like him? What if I can’t help myself? That will always be a possibility.”

The silence that followed felt heavy, thick with unspoken fears. Carina reached out, her hand finding Maya's, fingers intertwining effortlessly, “you’re not him, Maya. You’re strong and loving. You’ve already shown me how much you care.”

Maya squeezed Carina's hand tightly, as if anchoring herself to the warmth radiating from her fiancé, “you might even be right, but… I want you to promise me that if things get tough and I… God forbid, fall off the wagon and turn into some twisted version of my father. I want you to promise me that you’ll protect our kids above anything else.”

Carina’s expression softened, her thumb running gently over Maya’s knuckles, “Maya, listen to me,” she said firmly, a sense of resolve in her voice, “you have already broken the cycle by choosing love and support. This baby will be surrounded by a family who cares deeply for them. And…”

“No! Carina. You have to promise me that if it ever feels like I’m slipping, you’ll step in. I can’t promise that it’s all going to be perfect, that I won’t have days when the past threatens to seep through the cracks. I don’t want our child to grow up in fear or chaos. I want them to know love, safety, and acceptance.” Maya’s voice quivered, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears as vulnerability spilled forth, “so, please Carina. Just promise me that.”

Carina leaned closer, the warmth of her body radiating peace, “I promise, Maya.” She understood that Maya needed this reassurance, needed the solid ground of their bond to feel safe in the whirlwind of emotions surrounding their unexpected pregnancy. “And I promise to love you fiercely through it all,” she whispered, her breath a soft caress against Maya's skin.

Maya felt the tension in her shoulders begin to unwind, soothed by Carina’s words. She leaned into her fiancée’s presence, allowing the flush of warmth to envelop her like a protective shield, “and I promise to give this baby everything I didn’t have,” she murmured, a half-smile breaking through the weight of the moment.

Carina smiled, her heart swelling with admiration for Maya’s strength. “See? You’ve already taken the first step,” she tilted her head, meeting Maya’s gaze, and added, "listen to me," Carina said softly, squeezing Maya's hand tighter, “we’re not alone in this. We’re a team. You’re not just some lone parent trying to figure it all out by yourself.”

Maya nodded, her heart racing as she felt the truth in Carina’s words. The thought of navigating parenthood without the shadows of her past looming over her was daunting, yet the warmth radiating from Carina filled her with a newfound courage, “together,” she whispered, the word a promise wrapped in love, “I just feel… inadequate sometimes, you know? Like no matter how hard I try, there’s always more to learn, more to do.”

Carina leaned closer, resting her forehead against Maya’s, “that’s okay. No one knows everything about parenting right away. It’s about growing together. You can lean on me, and I’ll lean on you. We’ll navigate this craziness side by side.”

Maya felt warmth radiate through her body at Carina’s words. It was as if each syllable chipped away at the walls of fear she had built around herself, “you really think we can do this?” she asked, her voice steadier now.

“You? Absolutely. Me, on the other hand,” Carina chuckled, pulling back slightly to meet Maya's eyes with a playful sparkle. “I’m a little worried that I’ll be the evil mother who sneaks vegetables into our kid’s brownies!”

Maya laughed, imagining Carina, with her deep-seated love for all things sweet, stealthily adding kale to a batch of cookies. “I can already see it,” she teased, “Carina Deluca: the master of disguise, hiding broccoli under frosting.” Maya couldn’t help but tease her fiancé mainly due to the fact of the underlying truth that enveloped that conversation.

Carina nodded her head in agreement with mock seriousness, “see? You’re already getting it. I’ll be the one who’s going to need some serious parenting courses, while you’ll be the one giving inspirational speeches about resilience and bravery,” she replied, grinning.

Maya released a shaky breath, a smile beginning to blossom at the corners of her mouth, “okay, then. Let’s do it together.”

"Together," Carina echoed, her eyes sparkling with determination. In that moment, surrounded by the scent of their perfumes and the warmth of each other’s presence. Maya felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a promise that, despite the uncertainties, they would face this new journey hand in hand.

After they went to bed that night, Maya felt a rush of warmth as Carina shifted closer, their knees brushing together on the bed. The lingering excitement in the air wrapped around them like a cozy blanket, and at that moment, everything else faded away. She blinked back the fresh wave of emotion as Carina leaned in, enveloping her in an embrace that felt like home.

"Can you believe this is happening?" Carina whispered, her breath warm against Maya's ear.
"Not in a million years," Maya replied, laughing softly. She melted into the hug, letting herself savour the closeness. All the worries about timing and readiness slipped away, if only for a moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection, “I mean, we’re actually going to be parents.” Saying out loud, somehow made it seem more real.

"Yeah, and not just any parents, innovative ones!" Carina teased, pulling back slightly to meet Maya’s gaze. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, "we’ll raise a little genius who can recite the latest medical journals before they even start kindergarten."

"Great, I’ll just stick to teaching them how to roll hoses and put out fires," Maya chuckled, shaking her head playfully, “maybe we should let them decide between science and firefighting.”

"Or both! Can you imagine? A fireman who also understands the intricacies of obstetrics?" Carina grinned, her enthusiasm contagious, "we could have our own little superhero!"

"Superhero baby in the making!" Maya laughed, the tension melting away. It felt good to dream, to envision the future without fear. But then, her brow furrowed slightly as a new thought crept in, "what if they end up craving something even weirder than pickles and peanut butter?"

"Well, I’m not above indulging in late-night snack runs," Carina said with mock seriousness, “I’ll do anything to keep the little genius healthy and my beloved fiancée sane and happy!”
“Beloved, huh? You’re such a charmer,” Maya replied, her heart swelling at Carina’s affectionate tone. The way Carina said it made everything feel real, solid and not so scary.

Just then, a sudden thought hit Maya, and she straightened up a bit, the playful banter quieting as she regarded Carina with newfound seriousness, “but seriously, what about our jobs? Station 19... And all the responsibilities you have under your belt - the hospital, the clinic, the PRT, how are we going to handle it all?” Maya bit her lip, her blue eyes searching Carina's face for answers.

Carina paused, her playful demeanour cracking slightly under the weight of Maya's concern, she placed a comforting hand on Maya's knee, her expressive eyes softening. “Hey, breathe, love. I know, it’s a lot. There are many things that we need to figure out, not to mention confirming the pregnancy and choosing an obstetrician since it wouldn't be a good idea for me to take on that role. But everything will fall into place in its own time. We are so lucky, we have built such a great community around us. We'll make a plan, like we always do.”

It was true, they were surrounded by amazing people that truly cared about them and would undoubtedly step in when chaos ensued.

Maya nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and relief wash over her. Carina always had a way of grounding her, even when the ground felt unsteady beneath their feet, “you’re right. We’ll kill it.”

“Absolutely,” Carina beamed, her confidence seeping into Maya’s worries, “we’ll navigate this like the pros we are, one step at a time. Just think about it, our baby might inherit your attention to detail and my ability to talk the ear off anyone who listens.”

Maya chuckled, the thought of a tiny bundle of energy flapping their arms and discussing the intricacies of firefighting or medicine made her heart flutter with joy, “a little fire-fighter-doc hybrid! God, I can’t even imagine the conversations we’ll have at the dinner table.”

Carina laughed, brightly, “I can see it already! Ben would be so happy to have a little one to pass wisdom on to. And Amelia, she would totally spoil them rotten with her wild ideas for playdates.” The image of Amelia swooping in with her colourful flair and playful antics made Maya giggle, adding to the lightheartedness of their moment.

The truthfulness of the matter was that their little family would be surrounded by love and support, even if it meant navigating through the chaos. The kid would have so many aunts and uncles, that he would be spoiled rotten with love and indulged at every whim.

Maya could already see it, visions of birthday parties filled with laughter and brightly coloured balloons. And their grandparents gathered around, sharing stories of their own childhoods, each tale more extravagant than the last. The image of Carina's mom cooing over their child and showing off her infamous baking skills. Vincenzo discussing groundbreaking medical procedures with gleaming excitement, weaving tales of how he saved lives while simultaneously keeping the little one enthralled. And Katherine, with her gentle touch, wisdom and soothing words, teaching them the art of patience and empathy, nurturing a sense of compassion that would run deep within their family.

“Can you imagine?” Carina said, leaning in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “all those generations together. Our child will be the heart of it all.”

Maya felt her own eyes glisten at the thought, a lump forming in her throat as she took in the warmth radiating from Carina. She bit her lip, overwhelmed by how quickly their dreams were evolving from whispered hopes to tangible plans that danced before their eyes, "thank you for being so amazing," Maya said softly, her voice sincere. She reached out and squeezed Carina's hand, grounding herself in the reality of their journey ahead. "I’m really glad I’m doing this with you by my side. I couldn’t imagine it being any other way."

"Always," Carina promised, leaning in closer until their foreheads touched gently. The world outside dimmed, leaving just the two of them in this small bubble of love and possibility, "together, no matter what."

With hearts full and laughter still echoing in the air, they held each other a little tighter, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it side by side. The future was uncertain, but as long as they had each other, it felt undeniably bright.

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Maya's fingers drummed an erratic rhythm on the soft leather armrest, her eyes darting around Dr. Lewis's cozy office. The gentle ticking of the wall clock seemed to echo her racing heartbeat. She took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender that always lingered in the air.

Dr. Lewis leaned forward slightly, her kind eyes meeting Maya's. "What's on your mind today, Maya?" Diane always had a way of coaxing her to open up, like peeling layers off an onion until they reached the core. And she would do it in the most simplest of ways.

Maya swallowed hard, her throat dry and her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat. She let out a nervous chuckle, "I'm not even sure where to start, Doc."

"That's okay," Dr. Lewis assured her, her voice as soothing as a warm cup of tea, "take your time."

Maya's gaze fell to her lap, where her hands now fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. 'Come on, Bishop, you can do this,' she thought to herself.

"I'm, uh..." Maya started, then paused, her cheeks flushing, "I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air, and Maya felt a strange mix of relief and panic wash over her. She glanced up at Dr. Lewis, searching for a reaction.

Dr. Lewis's expression remained calm and open, "I see. And how are you feeling about that? Wasn’t this a planned pregnancy?” She asked thinking that Maya and Carina had discussed starting a family and surely had gone through the logistics of it all.

Maya's heart raced as she braced herself for the probing questions that would follow. "It was... a surprise," she admitted, her voice small, "Carina and I... We thought we had more time to figure things out, you know? Get settled into our lives first. Now it feels like everything is just…” As the Captain trailed off with her ranting, she looked up and saw a puzzled expression on Dr. Lewis's face. She seemed like she was trying to piece together parts of the puzzle that weren't exactly adding up.

“A surprise?” Dr. Lewis echoed gently, tilting her head as if inviting Maya to unpack her feelings further, “what do you mean by ‘surprise’? Weren’t you and Carina trying to get pregnant? Am I missing something here?” Diane maintained her supportive demeanour, but Maya could sense the wheels turning in her therapist's mind.

Maya sighed, running a hand through her ponytail, her usual confidence hanging by a thread. She had not yet told Dr. Lewis about Carina’s condition and how it was in fact possible for her to get pregnant without them actively trying.

“Well, our situation is a little different… Carina is… She is a little bit different. Carina is intersex. And she was undergoing fertility treatments with the intent of collecting semen with a higher sperm count. We were thinking in the long run and... We didn’t expect it to happen this way,” Maya's voice trembled slightly, the weight of her confession pressing down on her chest. She leaned back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling as if seeking an escape route from the intensity of her emotions.

Dr. Lewis nodded with understanding and wrote a few notes, her expression warm but attentive, “I see… Thank you for sharing that with me, Maya. It sounds like you were navigating a lot of uncertainties even before this surprise… Now… Tell me how are you feeling? What are your biggest concerns?” Diane leaned forward slightly, her eyes never leaving Maya's, encouraging her to dig deeper into the tangled web of her thoughts.

Maya let out a shaky laugh as she answered Diane’s question, "terrified? Excited? Confused? Take your pick."

"All valid emotions," Dr. Lewis nodded, "can you tell me more about what's frightening you?" She asked further.

Maya's leg began to bounce, another outlet for her nervous energy, "it’s just... it wasn't planned, you know? And I'm not sure if I'm ready for this. There's so much uncertainty..." Maya felt a lump rise in her throat as the weight of her fears pressed against her, making it hard to breathe.

Dr. Lewis smiled softly, "uncertainty can be scary. But it can also be an opportunity for growth and self discovery."

Maya nodded, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. She took another deep breath, trying to organise the whirlwind in her head into coherent sentences, "I guess I'm just worried about... everything changing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've worked so hard to get where I am, you know? Captain of Station 19, respect from my team, on track for becoming Battalion Chief. And now…" She trailed off, her hand dancing like a butterfly, flitting over the smooth expanse of her abdomen, hinting at the possibilities and uncertainties that laid ahead.

"You're worried about your career," Dr. Lewis observed gently.

"God, yes," Maya exhaled, running a hand through her blonde ponytail, "I mean, how am I supposed to balance being a fire Captain with going through a pregnancy? What if I miss out on opportunities because I no longer can go on active calls?"

She stood up abruptly, pacing the small office, "and it's not just work. It's... everything. My whole life is about to change, and I feel like I'm losing control," Maya paused, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle, "I know how that sounds. Maya Bishop, control freak extraordinaire,” she chuckled again, but the laughter felt hollow as it echoed off the therapy room walls.

Dr. Lewis's chuckled along, but quickly returned to her serious demeanour as her eyes followed Maya's movements, "it's natural to feel overwhelmed by such a big life change. Are you having doubts about going through with the pregnancy?”

Maya paused mid-pace, her heart racing at the question. It never even crossed her mind to consider that she could feel anything but excitement over the life growing within her, “no! Absolutely not!” She admitted after a brief pause, shaking her head vehemently as she found her footing again and turned to face Dr. Lewis, “it’s just, God, I never expected this to happen. Carina and I were both on the same page about waiting, focusing on our careers, getting married, and now here we are, and it’s like I’m juggling too many balls at once and I feel I’m losing control.” Maya took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her admission hang heavy in the air, punctuating her struggle for balance.

Dr. Lewis nodded, her brow furrowed in thought, “can you tell me more about this fear of losing control?"

Maya froze, her back to Dr. Lewis. She felt a familiar tightness in her chest, the same one she'd felt countless times growing up. Slowly, she turned, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"What if,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “what if I turn out like my dad?" The words hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Maya hugged herself tightly, as if trying to hold herself together, "I'm terrified," she admitted, her voice cracking, "what if I become controlling and abusive like him? What if I hurt my child the way he hurt me? Carina keeps telling me time and time again that something like that wouldn’t be possible because, according to her l’m all these wonderful things. But… What if?" Maya's voice trembled and doubt crept in, like her father's legacy kept choking her with each confession.

Dr. Lewis leaned forward, her eyes full of compassion, "Maya, the fact that you're here, confronting these fears, shows incredible strength and self-awareness. That's not something an abusive person typically does," she simply put.

Maya sank back into her chair, exhaling shakily. "You think so? Carina keeps telling me the same thing,” the exhaustion in her voice was palpable, mingling with a flicker of hope that dared to appear from the shadows of her anxiety.

"Absolutely," Dr. Lewis nodded, her voice warm and reassuring, "you've already demonstrated remarkable resilience in your career and personal life. Those same qualities will serve you well as a parent," Diane continued, her calming presence enveloping Maya like a soft blanket, "your ability to reflect and seek help is what sets you apart from your father. You're not destined to repeat his mistakes unless you let that fear dictate your life."

Maya took a deep breath, the weight of Dr. Lewis's words slowly sinking in. A ghost of a smile flickered across Maya's face. She felt a weight lifting, the office suddenly seeming brighter, more inviting.

"Thanks, Dr. Lewis. I’m afraid you will be seeing me a lot more often now," she chuckled lightly, trying to inject some humour into the heavy air, even as her heart still raced with trepidation.

Dr. Lewis smiled back, encouraging. "That's what I'm here for, Maya. To help you navigate through all of this," she paused for a moment, then added gently, “and remember, it’s okay, healthy, and even desirable to lean on Carina and your support system. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Maya nodded, her mind racing with thoughts of Carina's unwavering support, how the woman had stood by her through thick and thin. As she left the therapist's office, Maya felt a renewed sense of determination blooming within her. The sun was shining brightly outside, and it felt like a promise of new beginnings, despite the clouds of uncertainty hovering over her.

Later that evening, Maya curled up on the couch next to Carina, their hands intertwined. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over them, highlighting the contentment on their faces.

"Remember the night we met?" Maya asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Carina laughed, the sound like music to Maya's ears. "How could I forget? I made a fool of myself, trying to start a conversation with you,” Carina smirked, her playful tone chiming in the quiet space between them, "you were all gloomy and depressed, and I just wanted to get into your pants.”

Maya chuckled, recalling the way Carina had stumbled over her words in the dimly lit bar, her cheeks tinged with pink as she tried desperately to make some sense.

"Good to know… Quite the ambitious plan, Miss I have a shoulder you can cry on,” Maya teased, her heart racing at the memory, "I was convinced you were just a good samaritan, but I see now that it was all a sham. You posed as a charming good samaritan but all you had were mischievous intentions. I see,” Maya slowly leaned closer, a flirtatious glint in her eye.

Carina, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder, raised an eyebrow playfully. “Well, it worked, didn’t it? I managed to charm my way into your life. What can I say? I knew I had to stand out from the crowd, I was just trying to be supportive! I thought you looked like you needed it,” she nudged Maya playfully with her elbow, sending a jolt of electricity through Maya’s side.

Maya feigned a gasp, clutching her chest in mock horror. “Supportive, huh? You mean to tell me your plan was to save me from my gloomy state just so you could sweep me off my feet?” 

“Exactly! I was on a mission,” Carina replied, winking mischievously.

As they giggled together, Maya's mind drifted back to that fateful night. The crowded bar, the pulsing music, and then... Carina. When Their eyes had met, Maya felt a jolt of electricity she never experienced before.

"I'm still convinced you used some kind of Italian love potion on me," Maya teased, nudging Carina gently.

Carina raised an eyebrow, her brown eyes dancing. "Ah yes, the secret DeLuca family recipe. Works every time."

They dissolved into laughter again, the joy of their shared memory filling the room. As their giggles subsided, Maya felt a flutter in her chest, part excitement, part nervousness for what lay ahead. She took a deep breath, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Carina's palm. "You know, thinking back... we've been through so much together."

Carina nodded, her expression softening. "We have, Bella. And look at us now,” Carina still couldn’t quite believe it, she was living the life she never thought possible. A career she loved, a fiancé, soon to be wife who completed her soul, and now, unexpectedly, a child on the way, "it's almost surreal, isn't it?" She squeezed Maya's hand, the warmth grounding her in these swirling thoughts.

Maya's gaze wandered to the framed photo on their bookshelf, the two of them beaming at the camera, arms wrapped around each other. She remembered when Carina had told her about being intersex, the vulnerability in her eyes.

"I still can't believe how brave you were," Maya murmured,” opening up to me like that."

Carina squeezed her hand. "And you, with your father... sharing that pain. We've both carried such heavy burdens."

Maya felt a lump form in her throat. "Yeah, we have,” she paused, gathering her courage, "and now... this pregnancy. It's like, a whole new chapter, you know?"

Carina's eyes lit up, but Maya noticed a flicker of uncertainty. "I'm excited, but also... terrified," Carina admitted.

"Me too," Maya whispered. She chuckled nervously, "I mean, I can run into burning buildings, but the thought of changing diapers? Yikes."

Carina laughed, the sound tinged with a hint of anxiety. "I deliver babies every day, but our own? It's... different."

They both chuckled, the sound fading into a comfortable silence. Maya's gaze met Carina's, and in that moment, no words were needed. The depth of their connection, the strength of their love, hung in the air between them. Maya felt it wrap around her like a warm blanket, soothing her fears and doubts.

“How did it go? With Dr. Lewis, I mean,” Carina asked softly, breaking the silence. Maya sighed, leaning back against the couch, and closing her eyes for a brief moment as she gathered her thoughts, “you don’t have to share if you don’t want to, but… I’m here if you need me.” Carina added, her voice laced with unwavering support.

Maya opened her eyes and caught Carina’s gaze, the one that always made her heart race. “I appreciate that,” she said softly, her fingers absently tracing the fabric of Carina’s sleeve, “it was... intense, Maya admitted, opening her eyes to meet Carina's gaze. She really dug deep. I talked about everything, my fears, the pregnancy, my career, you name it. It was like I had this huge rock sitting on my chest and finally… it rolled off.”

Carina nodded, a gentle smile stretching across her lips as she leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching, “I’m proud of you for being honest with yourself, Maya. It takes a lot of strength,” the Doctor smiled wider, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Maya felt her cheeks flush at Carina's words. “Strength? I just felt like I was rambling.” She chuckled softly, her heart swelling with affection, “but it’s nice to hear you say that.” She chuckled and felt her tension ease a little more.

“Rambling or not, it was a breakthrough,” Carina insisted, her thumb brushing over the back of Maya’s hand, “you’re facing so many changes, and you’re doing it with your eyes wide open. That’s incredible,” Carina knew that Maya was struggling with a surge of conflicting emotions, the sheer weight of responsibility threatening to overwhelm her. She was determined to be as understanding and supportive as possible for the woman she loved.

“And you? How are you feeling about everything? We keep talking about me… What about you?” Maya asked, her tone turning more serious as she searched Carina's eyes for any flicker of worry, “I know this is just as big for you too,” the Captain watched as Carina’s expression shifted slightly, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability dancing behind her eyes.

“I’m excited, truly. And thankful, so thankful…” Carina confessed, her voice steady yet tinged with nerves, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too. This is unfamiliar territory for both of us,” she paused and took a deep breath, her fingers entwining with Maya's, “I worry about balancing my work with this new chapter. I want to be the best Doctor and the best partner and mother I can be, but there's only so much of me to go around,” Carina squeezed Maya's hand gently, willing herself to push through her concerns.

“Hey, we’re a team, remember?” Maya said, her voice soft yet confident, “we’ll figure this out together. One step at a time.” She held Carina’s gaze, feeling the weight of their shared commitment hanging in the air between them.

Carina let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, a small smile returning to her lips. “Yeah, I know. But right now, my priority is you and this little one,” she said, glancing down towards Maya's abdomen, a hint of awe in her tone, “you’re carrying our future, and I want to ensure you have everything you need, emotionally and physically,” Carina moved closer, her heart racing at the thought of their baby. With every passing moment, she felt more connected to the tiny being already causing ripples of change in their lives.

Maya’s breath caught in her throat as she absorbed Carina’s words, her heart fluttering in that familiar way it always did when she thought about their future together. Just imagining the tiny life they were creating brought a giddy sense of hope, but the shadows of worry still loomed at the edges. 

“I’m going to speak with the Chief tomorrow…” Maya said, her voice low and heavy as the weight of her confession lingered in the air, “I need to tell her about the pregnancy.” The tension in her shoulders crept back in, manifesting as a slight tremor in her hand.

Carina’s brow furrowed slightly, concern for her beloved flickering across her face. “What do you think she’ll say? I mean, it’s not like she can just fire you over this. You’re a great Captain, and we both know she respects you,” Carina said, her tone softening as she reached up to cup Maya’s cheek tenderly. 

“I don’t know what she’ll say or do,” Maya admitted, a mix of fear and determination lacing her voice, “but that’s something I have to do, there’s no going around it,” Maya was afraid for what Chief Ross would say but even more afraid of the possibility of feeling like she had to choose between her career and her family. If things come to that, the decision would rip her apart but, at the same time, it would be the easiest choice of all.

The next morning Maya stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down her uniform for the umpteenth time. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her collar, betraying the nerves she was trying so hard to conceal.

“You've got this, Bishop," she muttered to her reflection, taking a deep breath, "it’s just a conversation. No big deal."

But even as she said it, her stomach did a little flip. Meeting with Chief Ross was always intense, but this... This was different. Maya's hand unconsciously drifted to her still-flat abdomen, "okay kiddo," she whispered, "let's go tell the boss about you."

As Maya grabbed her keys and headed out, she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here she was, Captain Maya Bishop, decorated firefighter, and Olympic gold medalist, freaking out over a simple meeting.

The drive to the Chief’s office felt both endless and too short. Maya's mind raced, conjuring up a dozen different scenarios, "what if she demotes me?" she mused aloud, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, "or worse, what if she thinks I can't handle the job anymore?" Maya shook her head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts, "no, come on. You're a fantastic captain. Pregnancy doesn't change that."

As she pulled into the building parking lot, Maya took a moment to collect herself. She closed her eyes, picturing Carina's reassuring smile, "I am capable," she said firmly, "I am strong. And I've got this."

With one last deep breath, Maya stepped out of the car, her stride purposeful as she headed towards the Chief's office. Whatever happened next, she was ready to face it head-on. Maya's hand hesitated for a split second before she rapped her knuckles against Chief Ross's door. The muffled "come in" from the other side sent a tiny shiver down her spine.

"Captain Bishop," Chief Ross greeted with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "what can I do for you today?"

Maya stepped into the office, her gaze darting around the familiar space. Same old filing cabinets, same slightly wilted plant in the corner. Funny how everything looked the same when her whole world was about to change.

"Chief," Maya returned the greeting, her voice steady despite the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Chief Ross waved her hand dismissively, "nothing that can't wait. Have a seat."

As Maya settled into the chair across from the chief's desk, she couldn't help but think, 'well, here goes nothing,' she cleared her throat, her fingers unconsciously drumming against her thigh, "I, uh, I have some news to share," Maya began, her usual confidence wavering slightly. She met Chief Ross's gaze, drawing strength from the expectant look on her superior's face, "it's about my... personal life, but it will affect my work at Station 19."

Chief Ross leaned forward, her brow furrowing slightly. "Go on, Captain."

Maya took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I'm pregnant," she said, the words tumbling out in a rush, "it's unexpected, but my fiancé and I, we are... We are excited,” the moment the words left her mouth, Maya felt a curious mix of relief and apprehension wash over her. She watched Chief Ross's face carefully, searching for any hint of a reaction.

'Please don't let this change everything,' Maya thought desperately, even as she maintained her composed exterior, 'I'm still me, still capable, still dedicated to this job.'

Chief Ross's eyebrows shot up, her lips parting slightly in surprise. The silence that followed felt like an eternity to Maya, who fought the urge to fidget in her seat. She could almost hear her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

"Well," Chief Ross said finally, leaning back in her chair, "that's certainly... unexpected news, Captain Bishop."

Maya's stomach did a little flip. 'Unexpected? Good unexpected or bad unexpected?' She wondered, her mind racing.

"I know this will require some adjustments," Maya rushed to explain, her words tumbling out faster than she intended, "but I want you to know that I'm fully committed to my job. I've already started thinking about how to manage my duties and…"

Chief Ross held up a hand, cutting Maya off mid-sentence. The ghost of a smile played at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes remained unreadable.

"Maya," she said, her tone softer than usual, "let's take a moment here."

Maya's breath caught in her throat. She watched as Chief Ross stood up, walked around her desk, and perched on its edge, closer to Maya. The chief's proximity only heightened Maya's nerves.

'Oh god, what's she going to say?' Maya thought, her palms growing sweaty, 'is this it? Am I about to lose everything I've worked for?'

Chief Ross took a deep breath, and Maya braced herself for the worst.

"Congratulations," Chief Ross said, her face breaking into an unexpected smile, "that's wonderful news."

Maya blinked, momentarily stunned. "I... Thank you," she stammered, relief flooding through her. But before she could fully relax, Chief Ross's expression turned serious again.

"Of course," the chief continued, "this does present some challenges we'll need to address."

Maya nodded eagerly. "Absolutely, I'm ready to discuss any concerns you might have and the best ways to mitigate them."

Chief Ross paused, her gaze fixed on Maya. The moment stretched on, the tension in the room palpable, "well then," Chief Ross said finally, straightening up, "let's talk about how we're going to handle this."

Maya held her breath, poised on the edge of her seat. Her future, her career, everything she'd worked for hung in the balance of Chief Ross's next words. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for the chief to continue, her heart racing with a mix of hope and fear.

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Maya's fingers drummed an erratic rhythm on the arm of the chair, her heart thumping in sync. Chief Ross's office seemed to shrink around her, the air thick with unspoken words. She caught her reflection in the polished surface of her desk, her usually confident blue eyes now wide with apprehension.

"Captain Bishop," Chief Ross finally broke the silence, her voice startling Maya from her spiralling thoughts. "I appreciate you coming in today. I know this isn't an easy situation."

Maya nodded, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thank you, Chief. I'm ready to hear my options."

Chief Ross leaned forward, her weathered hands clasped on the desk. "Alright, let's get to it. I've got three possibilities for you to consider during your pregnancy."

Maya's heart skipped a beat. Here we go, she thought.

"First up, desk duty here at the station," Chief Ross began, her tone matter of fact. "You'd still be in the thick of things, just... behind the scenes."

Maya pictured herself trapped behind a mountain of paperwork, watching her team race off to calls without her. She suppressed a shudder whilst nodding and trying to keep her expression neutral. She knew this was the most likely possibility, but the thought of being left behind while her team raced into danger made her stomach churn. However, her curiosity peaked when she heard the chief mention other options.

Chief Ross continued, seemingly oblivious to Maya's internal struggle, "option two: instructor at the Fire Academy," Chief Ross nonchalantly stated. "You've got a wealth of experience to share with the rookies."

Maya blinked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Fire Academy? Here? But we don't have..." she trailed off, her mind racing to catch up with this unexpected information.

Chief Ross's lips twitched, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Ah, I see I've caught you off guard, Captain. You're right, we didn't have a Fire Academy... until now."

She leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "It's been our little secret project for the past six months. We've been working around the clock to get everything in order. The old warehouse on Elm Street? It's been completely renovated, state-of-the-art training facilities, simulation rooms, the works."

Maya's jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening as she tried to picture the transformation. The decrepit building she'd driven past countless times was now... a Fire Academy? Her mind raced with the possibilities.

‘Teaching?’ Maya thought. Could be interesting, but would she miss the adrenaline rush?

Chief Ross watched Maya's reaction with amusement. "I can see those gears turning, Captain. But hold on, I've got one more option for you." She paused for effect, "fire scene investigator," Chief Ross concluded. "You'd be on the scene after the flames are out, piecing together what happened."

Maya's eyebrows shot up. "Investigator?" Her mind raced, imagining herself sifting through ashes, playing detective. It had a certain appeal.

"So, Captain," Chief Ross leaned back in her chair, "those are your choices. Each one comes with its own set of challenges and rewards. Take some time to think it over."

Maya nodded, her thoughts a whirlwind. "Thank you, Chief. I appreciate the options. It's... a lot to consider."

As she stood to leave, Chief Ross's expression softened slightly. "Bishop, I know this isn't easy. But remember, it's temporary. Your team will be here when you're ready to return."

Maya managed a genuine smile this time. "I know, Chief. And I'm grateful for that."

As she turned to leave, Maya couldn't help but wonder, which path would lead her back to the life she loved?

Maya chewed her bottom lip as she stepped out of Chief Ross's office, her mind a swirling vortex of pros and cons. Desk duty meant staying close to her team, but could she handle being sidelined? The Academy gig sounded interesting, but would it satisfy her need for action? And fire investigation... that could be exciting, right?

She ran a hand through her blonde ponytail, tugging it slightly tighter. "Get it together, Bishop," she muttered under her breath.

As Maya made her way through the station, she felt the weight of curious glances from her colleagues. Travis raised an eyebrow as she passed, and Vic looked like she was about to burst with questions.

"Everything okay, Captain?" Andy asked, concern etched on her face.

Maya forced a smile. "Yeah, just... thinking about some stuff."

She quickened her pace, her footsteps echoing in the barn. The familiar scent of diesel and smoke usually comforted her, but today it just reminded her of what she might be leaving behind.

"I can't let them down," she murmured to herself, her jaw clenching. "But I can't let Carina down either. Or our baby."

As she pushed open the station doors, the town’s drizzle hit her face. Maya took a deep breath, the cool air clearing her head a little.

"Whatever I choose," she said to herself, a hint of her usual determination creeping back into her voice, "I'm going to make it work. For all of us."

Later that day, Maya found herself seated at a cozy corner table in their favourite café, fidgeting with a sugar packet as she waited for Carina. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and warm pastries filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile scent of Chief Ross's office.

Maya spotted Carina through the café window, her dark waves framing her face as she scrolled through her phone. The sight of her fiancé instantly eased some of the tension in Maya's shoulders. 

Carina pushed open the door, the bell chiming softly. She looked around, looking for Maya, her warm brown eyes suddenly lighting up. "Bella!" she called, waving Maya over.

As Carina slid into the seat across from Maya, she reached out and squeezed Maya’s hand. "So, how did it go with Chief Ross?"

Maya sighed, her fingers interlacing with Carina's. "Well, I've got options,” Maya took a deep breath, her thumb tracing circles on Carina's hand. "Three options, actually. And I'm not sure which one to choose."

Carina leaned forward, her eyes soft with concern. "Tell me, amore. What are they?"

Maya took a deep breath, squeezing Carina's hand. "Okay, so option one is desk duty at the station. I'd still be there with the team, but..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing.

"But you'd be watching from the sidelines," Carina finished Maya's thought, her voice gentle. "I know how much you love being in the action, Bella."

Maya nodded, grateful for Carina's understanding. "Exactly. Then there's option two, teaching at the new Fire Academy they're opening."

Carina's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A new Fire Academy? That's exciting!"

Maya nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, apparently it's been this top-secret project. I could teach the rookies, share my experience."

"You'd be an amazing teacher," Carina said, her eyes shining with pride, "those rookies would be lucky to learn from you."

Maya felt a warmth spread through her chest at Carina's words. "Thanks, babe. It could be interesting, but..." she hesitated, her blue eyes clouding with uncertainty. "But I'm not sure if I'm cut out for teaching. What if I can't connect with the rookies?"

Carina squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You connect with your team every day, Maya. And you’re great at it," Carina said softly. "Teaching isn't so different. You'd be amazing at it."

Maya gave a small smile, touched by Carina's faith in her. "Yeah, maybe... And then there's the third option,” Maya took a deep breath before continuing, "becoming a fire scene investigator. I'd be on the scene after the flames are out, trying to figure out what happened."

Carina's eyes widened with interest. "Ooh, like a detective? Fire Investigator Bishop. Very sexy, no?" She winked playfully.

Despite her nerves, Maya couldn't help but chuckle. "You think, uh?"

"Absolutely," Carina nodded solemnly. "I can see it now, you in a trench coat, magnifying glass in hand..."

"Pretty sure that's not how it works," Maya laughed, feeling some of her anxiety melt away.

Carina's expression softened. "In all seriousness, Bella, how do you feel about these options?"

Maya bit her lip, considering. "I don't know. Desk duty would keep me close to the action, but..."

"But you'd go crazy watching everyone else run into burning buildings?" Carina finished, her tone gentle.

"Yeah," Maya admitted. "The Academy could be interesting, but it's so different from what I'm used to. And investigation... I mean, it could be exciting, right?"

Carina nodded encouragingly. "It could be. And you'd still be helping people, just in a different way."

Maya felt a rush of gratitude for her fiancé’s understanding. "What do you think I should do?"

"Oh no," Carina shook her head, smiling. "This is your decision, Bella. But whatever you choose, I'm here for you. Always."

Maya squeezed Carina's hand, feeling a wave of love and appreciation wash over her. "You know what? I think I need some time to really think this through. It's a big decision, and I want to make sure I'm choosing what's best for us and our family."

Carina's eyes softened, a tender smile playing on her lips. "Of course, amore. Take all the time you need. We're in this together, remember?"

"Together," Maya echoed, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Carina's cheek. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

As they stood to leave the café, Maya felt a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. The weight of the decision still pressed on her shoulders, but Carina's unwavering support made it feel more manageable.

"I should head back to the station," Maya said, glancing at her watch. "Let Chief Ross know I need a few days to decide."

Carina nodded, giving Maya's hand one last squeeze. "Call me later?"

"Always," Maya promised, her heart swelling with affection.

The walk back to the station was a blur of swirling thoughts and emotions. Maya tried to imagine herself in each role, weighing the pros and cons as she climbed the stairs to Chief Ross's office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Come in," Chief Ross called.

Maya stepped inside, her posture straightening automatically. "Chief, I wanted to discuss the options you presented earlier."

Chief Ross leaned back in her chair, her expression open and attentive. "Of course, Bishop. Have you made a decision?"

"Actually," Maya began, her fingers fidgeting slightly at her sides, "I was hoping I could have a few days to consider my options. It's a big decision, and I want to make sure I'm making the right choice for everyone involved."

To Maya's relief, Chief Ross nodded understandingly. "I think that's a wise approach, Bishop. Take the time you need. This isn't a decision to be made lightly."

"Thank you, Chief," Maya said, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. "I really appreciate your support and understanding through all of this."

As she turned to leave, Chief Ross added, "And Bishop? Whatever you decide, you have my full support. You're a valuable member of this team, pregnant or not."

Maya felt a lump form in her throat, touched by the chief's words. "Thank you, Chief. That means a lot."

Closing the office door behind her, Maya took a deep breath. She still had a big decision ahead, but with Carina's love and her team's support, she felt ready to face whatever came next.

Later that evening, already at home, Maya's fingers trembled as she arranged the cheese plate, her eyes darting to Carina who was uncorking a bottle of sparkling cider. The living room buzzed with nervous energy as they prepared for Amelia and Andy's arrival.

After breaking the news to their family, and after a lengthy conversation over the phone with Gabriella, the two women had made a joint decision to tell their closest friends first. They also agreed that Vic would be informed at the same time as the other firefighters, as she has a hard time keeping secrets.

"Bella, relax," Carina soothed, setting down the bottle and wrapping her arms around Maya from behind. "They're our friends. They'll be happy for us."

Maya leaned into her wife's embrace, exhaling slowly. "I know, I know. It's just... making it real, you know? And there’s you and… Your situation… How can you be so calm and nonchalant about it all?"

“Oh, come on Bella,” Carina said with a playful smirk, like it was no big deal, “it’s Andy and Amelia we’re talking about. Besides, Andy already knows I’m intersex and Amelia… She’ll have a blast and without a shadow of a doubt will make completely inappropriate remarks about the whole situation but we both know she’s totally harmless and always means well.” Carina finished with a small smile, relaxing slightly in Maya's arms.

Maya chuckled nervously. "You're right, of course. Amelia will probably have a million questions about the medical side of things." Maya's words were cut off by a sharp knock at the door. She jumped slightly, her heart racing. Carina gave her a reassuring squeeze before Maya moved to answer it. She smoothed her shirt, squared her shoulders, and opened the door with a slightly too-wide smile.

"Hey there, lovebirds!" Amelia's cheerful voice rang out as she and Andy entered, arms laden with bottles of wine as Maya ushered Amelia and Andy into the living room.

"So, what's the big mystery? Your text was very cryptic, Maya." Andy asked, eyeing Maya suspiciously. "You two are acting weird."

Maya chuckled nervously, leading them to the living room. "Well, we, uh... we have some news."

Amelia's eyes narrowed playfully. "Ooh, intrigue. I love it."

As they settled onto the couch, Carina handed out glasses of cider. Maya caught her eye, a silent conversation passing between them. Carina nodded encouragingly.

"So," Maya began, her voice slightly higher than usual, "Carina and I... we're..." She trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words.

Carina squeezed her hand. "We're pregnant," she finished, her accent thickening with emotion.

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, a chorus of excited squeals erupted.

"Oh my God!" Andy exclaimed, jumping up to hug them both. "That's amazing!"

Amelia's eyes were wide with surprise and delight. "Wait, what? I mean, congratulations, but... I didn’t know you’re trying?"

Maya laughed, feeling the tension dissipate. "No, not really… It's a long story involving Carina's unique biology, but yes, we're really pregnant."

Carina chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Amelia, you see, simple answer, I'm intersex. I was born with both male and female reproductive organs."

Amelia's jaw dropped, her eyes darting between Maya and Carina. "Hold up," she said, raising her hands dramatically. "Are you telling me that you," she pointed at Carina, "knocked up Maya? With your own... equipment?"

Maya blushed furiously, burying her face in her hands as Carina nodded, trying to maintain a straight face.

"Oh. My. God." Amelia's eyes lit up with mischievous glee. "This is... this is better than any medical drama on TV! No way! You're like a medical unicorn! I have so many questions!" She leaned forward, practically bouncing in her seat. "First of all, Carina, honey, how's it hanging?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Amelia!" Maya snorted into her cider, torn between shock and embarrassment while Andy delightedly rolled her eyes just entertained and amused to be there. 

Carina chuckled, used to Amelia's lack of filter, took it in stride. "Quite well, thank you," she replied with a wink, causing Maya to groan and Andy to burst into giggles.

Undeterred, Amelia pressed on. "So, Maya, I guess we know who wears the pants in this relationship now, huh? Or should I say, who fills them out better?"

Maya threw a pillow at Amelia, her face flushed but a smile tugging at her lips. "I hate you so much right now," she laughed.

"Oh, come on," Amelia grinned, dodging the pillow. "This is comedy gold! I mean, talk about a plot twist. It's like a lifetime show meets a medical miracle meets... well, you two."

Carina chuckled, shaking her head at Amelia's antics. "Actually, Amelia, not everything is 'hanging' as you so eloquently put it." She shot a glance at Maya, who was now hiding her face behind a throw pillow, her ears turning a vibrant shade of red.

Andy, trying and failing to suppress her growing amusement, leaned forward, clearly intrigued by this unexpected turn in the conversation.

"You see," Carina continued, her tone shifting to a more professional cadence, reminiscent of her doctor persona, "my anatomy is a bit more... complex than that. I don't have, as you say, 'everything hanging.' It's more like I just have one extra limb, so to speak.”

Amelia's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, do tell, Dr. DeLuca. I'm all ears.”

Maya groaned from behind her pillow fortress. "Do we really have to do this now?”

Carina patted Maya's knee reassuringly. "It's okay, Bella. They're our friends. And Amelia's a doctor. She'll understand."

"Understand what?" Amelia pressed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Carina took a deep breath. "Well, I only have one ovary and one ovotestes instead of the second ovary. It's a unique condition where one gonad develops as an ovary, and the other develops as a combination of ovarian and testicular tissue."

Andy whistled low. "Wow, that's... incredible. I mean, I knew you were intersex, but Maya never mentioned the specifics.”

Amelia was nodding vigorously, her medical brain clearly in overdrive. "Fascinating! So, how did this lead to..." she gestured vaguely at Maya's midsection.

Carina's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, that's where it gets a bit more complicated. You see, I have been undergoing hormonal treatment to increase my sperm count for semen collection. We had been planning for the future, not actively trying to conceive.” Carina paused, glancing at Maya who had finally emerged from behind the pillow, her cheeks still flushed but a small smile playing on her lips, "we hadn't planned on trying naturally, but well..." Carina trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Amelia's jaw dropped again, her eyes widening comically. "Hold on, hold on," she said, waving her hands in the air. "Are you telling me that you two... Excuse me, that you..." She paused, pointing specifically at Carina, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "that you got a hole in one?"

Maya groaned, burying her face in her hands once more. "Oh my God, Amelia!”

Carina, on the other hand, burst into laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I suppose you could say that," she managed between chuckles.

Andy snorted, trying to hide her laughter behind her hand. "Amelia, you're terrible!”

Amelia shrugged, unrepentant. "Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em. But seriously," she continued, her expression softening as she looked at Maya and Carina, "this is amazing. I mean, the odds of this happening naturally... it's like winning the reproductive lottery!”

Maya peeked out from behind her fingers, her cheeks still flushed but another smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I guess it kind of is. We're still processing it all, to be honest.”

Carina nodded, wrapping an arm around Maya's shoulders. "It's been quite the surprise, but we're excited. Scared, but excited."

As hugs were exchanged and questions flew, Maya felt a warmth spread through her chest. The nervousness melted away, replaced by the joy of sharing their happiness with friends who felt like family.

"I can't believe you kept this secret," Andy said, playfully swatting Maya's arm. "You're usually terrible at hiding things!"

Maya grinned, shrugging. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises these days."

As laughter filled the room, Maya caught Carina's eye again. Her fiancé, soon to be wife radiant smile mirrored the happiness she felt inside. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they had each other and friends who would stand by them every step of the way.

The following day had arrived, and it was time to inform her team, Maya took a deep breath as she stood before her assembled colleagues in the fire station's communal area. Carina's hand was warm in hers, a silent source of strength. The familiar scent of coffee and slightly singed toast hung in the air, a comforting backdrop to the nervousness fluttering in her stomach.

"Alright, everyone," Maya began, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "Carina and I have some news to share."

Curious glances bounced between the couple and the rest of the team. Maya could practically feel the anticipation building in the room.

“And I expect total and complete discretion from your part as we are about to say is something extremely personal… But giving the circumstances, Carina and I thought it would be best to explain everything to you all. After all, I do consider you as my chosen family,” Maya continued, her gaze sweeping across her team's faces.

Maya took a deep breath, squeezing Carina's hand for support. "Well, the thing is... Carina and I are pregnant."

A stunned silence fell over the room for a moment before erupting into a cacophony of surprised exclamations and congratulations.

"Wait, what?" Vic exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "You were trying and didn't tell us?"

Maya shook her head, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. "No, actually, we weren't trying. It was... unexpected.”

Travis furrowed his brow, looking confused. "Unexpected? But how...?"

Carina stepped forward, her accent lilting as she spoke. "I'm intersex," she said, her chin lifted with a mix of pride and defiance. "And... we're… unexpectedly pregnant."

A beat of silence followed, then the room erupted into a cacophony of reactions. Vic's jaw dropped comically, while Travis let out a startled laugh.

"Oh, wow! Alright then. I guess that congratulations are in order then, Captain." Dean said, looking between them with a genuine smile.

"So, you're telling me," Jack interjected, a mischievous glint in his eye, "that our resident badass captain got knocked up by her smoking hot wife? This is the best day ever!"

Ben, ever the calm one, simply nodded with a warm smile and stepped forward to offer his congratulations. "That's wonderful news, Maya, Carina. I'm so happy for you both."

The room dissolved into laughter, and Maya felt the tension in her shoulders release. She caught Carina's eye, seeing her own amusement mirrored there.

"Wait, wait, wait," Vic interrupted, her hands waving wildly, "I can't believe you kept this a secret," Vic said, shaking her head with a grin. "Not going to lie, I’m a bit hurt you didn't tell me sooner, Maya. But I forgive you because this is just too amazing!" She rushed forward to envelop both Maya and Carina in a tight hug.

Travis, still processing the information, tilted his head curiously. "So, Carina, you're… A BADASS Italian Goddess!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration, “That’s kind of hot, actually.” 

Maya threw a menacing glare at Travis but couldn't help the small smirk tugging at her lips. "Easy there, Montgomery. That's my soon to be wife you're talking about." Carina chuckled at Maya’s warning, immediately wrapping an arm around Maya's waist.

Travis shrugged, grinning. "What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking!"

Carina then turned to Travis with a playful wink, “Grazie, Travis. I’m flattered, but l’m afraid you don’t stand a chance. I’m taken and very much eternally in love with this blonde bombshell right here." She squeezed Maya tighter, planting a soft kiss on Maya's cheek. Maya blushed, a mix of pride and embarrassment colouring her face.

The laughter and jokes continued to fill the room, the air buzzing with excitement and joy as her colleagues crowded around them with hugs and congratulations, Maya felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over her. The support of her fire family meant more than she could express.

"So," Vic piped up, a mischievous grin on her face, "does this mean we get to throw the world's most badass baby shower?"

Maya opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. The room began to spin, and she felt her knees buckle.

"Maya?" Carina's voice sounded distant, laced with concern. "Are you okay?"

Maya tried to focus on her girlfriend's face, but her vision blurred. "I... I don't feel so good," she managed to mumble, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.

The laughter in the room died instantly, replaced by a chorus of worried voices. Maya felt hands supporting her, guiding her to a nearby chair.

Carina's heart leapt into her throat as she watched Maya sway unsteadily. "Maya!" she cried out, lunging forward to catch her fiancée as she stumbled. 

The world seemed to slow down around them as Carina wrapped her arms around Maya's waist, feeling her body go limp. Maya's usually vibrant blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, her skin pale and clammy.

"Maya, Bella, can you hear me?" Carina's voice trembled, her medical training momentarily forgotten in the face of her panic.

Maya could hear the tremor in Carina's voice, feel the anxiety radiating off her in waves. She wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything would be fine, but the words wouldn't come.

"We need to get her to the hospital," Ben announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Carina, you ride with us. The rest of you, clear a path to the aid car."

Just like that, everyone sprang into action and the fire station erupted into a flurry of organised chaos. Ben and Carina carefully lifted Maya onto a stretcher while Travis cleared a path to the aid car. Vic ran ahead to start the engine, her usual jokes replaced by a look of intense concentration.

The fire station sirens pierced the air, their urgent wail matching the frantic beating of Carina's heart. She sat in the back of the aid car, one hand clasped tightly around Maya's, the other resting protectively on her fiancé's stomach.

"You're going to be fine, Bella," Carina murmured, her voice wavering slightly despite her attempt to sound confident. "Both of you."

Maya's eyelids fluttered, her gaze unfocused. "The baby..."

"Shh," Carina soothed, brushing a strand of hair from Maya's forehead. "Don't worry about anything right now. Just breathe."

As the aid car sped through the streets, Carina's mind raced. She was a doctor, trained to handle emergencies, but this was different. This was personal. This was the love of her life, both of them. Her family.

"Vic," she called out, her voice tight with worry. "How much longer?"

"Five minutes," she replied.

Ben looked at Carina, his calm demeanour a stark contrast to the chaos in Carina's heart. "Maya's vitals are stable. We got this, Carina."

Chapter Text

The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the emergency room, its sirens cutting off abruptly. Ben and Vic burst through the doors, wheeling Maya on a gurney with practiced urgency. Carina's hand remained firmly clasped around Maya's, her knuckles white from the intensity of her grip.

"Stay with me, Bella," Carina murmured, her accent thickening with worry as they navigated the bustling corridors. Her eyes darted anxiously from Maya to the rush of medical personnel around them, her heart racing in time with the squeaking wheels of the gurney.

Maya's blue eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were hazy with confusion. She managed a weak smile, trying to summon her usual bravado. "Hey, at least... We didn’t have to call for an ambulance, right?"

Carina let out a choked laugh, torn between relief at Maya's attempt at humour and overwhelming concern. She's still in there, still my Maya, Carina thought, clinging to that small comfort.

As they entered the examination room, a tall, redheaded doctor greeted them with a calm smile. "I'm Dr. Addison Montgomery, Wilson paged me," she said, her voice steady and reassuring. "What do we have here?"

Carina, unable to contain herself, launched into an explanation. "My fiancé, Maya Bishop, she fainted at work. She's a firefighter, 28-year-old female at 5 weeks of gestation who presented after experiencing a syncopal episode earlier today. She reports no preceding warning signs like dizziness or palpitations, and the episode lasted for approximately 30 seconds, with spontaneous recovery.” Her words tumbled out, tinged with fear and medical jargon.

"Easy there, Dr. DeLuca," Maya interjected weakly, squeezing Carina's hand. "You're going to... give the good doctor whiplash with all that medical speak."

Dr. Montgomery's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I see we have quite the comedian on our hands. Don't worry, Dr. Deluca, we'll take good care of her."

As the doctor began her examination, Carina's mind raced. What if it's serious? What if I missed something? She should have been more careful, I should have insisted on more check-ups. The weight of both her love for Maya and her medical expertise pressed down on her, a dizzying combination of personal and professional concern.

Dr. Montgomery moved methodically, checking Maya's vital signs, and asking routine questions. "Any recent changes in diet or exercise? Any unusual stress lately?"

Maya shook her head, her blonde ponytail swishing against the exam table. "Just the usual firefighter stuff. You know, running into burning buildings, saving lives. No biggie."

Carina couldn't help herself. "What about the baby?" She blurted out, her Italian accent thickening with worry. "Could this be a complication related to the pregnancy?"

Carina's mind whirled with possibilities. "Could it be hyperemesis gravidarum? Or maybe early-onset preeclampsia?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a telltale sign of her growing anxiety.

Dr. Montgomery held up a hand, her voice calm but firm, her gaze softened as she turned to Carina, sensing the depth of her concern. "Let's not jump to conclusions just yet. Maya is alert and stable now. We'll run some tests to get a clearer picture. For now, I'd like to keep Maya overnight for observation."

Carina nodded, her shoulders sagging slightly with a mix of relief and lingering worry. She took a deep breath, her fingers intertwining nervously with Maya's. "Well, you see, our case is different from normal, a bit more complicated." She glanced at Maya, who nodded encouragingly. "I'm intersex," Carina began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was born with both male and female reproductive organs."

Dr. Montgomery's expression remained neutral, her years of medical experience evident in her professional demeanour. "I see. Thank you for sharing that, Dr. DeLuca. Can you elaborate on your medical history?”

Carina nodded, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I've been on hormonal treatments for the last few months to increase sperm count, so we could in the future explore our options,” Carina took a deep breath, her eyes darting between Maya and Dr. Montgomery. "Actually, we weren't... we weren't actively trying," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was completely unplanned."

Dr. Montgomery nodded thoughtfully, her gaze moving between Carina and Maya. "I understand. Unplanned pregnancies can be overwhelming, especially in unique circumstances like yours. We'll definitely have to take all of this into account as we run our tests."

The Doctor words hit Carina like a punch to the gut. Her chest tightened as worst-case scenarios flooded her mind. What if something's wrong with the baby? What if it's my fault?

Maya must have sensed her spiral because she reached out, grasping Carina's hand. "Hey, look at me," she said softly, her blue eyes locking onto Carina's brown ones. "We're okay. Whatever this is, we'll face it together."

Carina nodded, fighting back tears. She wanted to believe Maya, to share her optimism, but the doctor in her couldn't stop cataloging every possible complication.

The rhythmic click of Carina's heels echoed through the small hospital room as she paced back and forth, her hands twisting nervously. Maya watched her from the bed, a mixture of amusement and concern playing across her face.

"Baby, you're going to wear a hole in the floor," Maya quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "Come sit with me?"

Carina paused mid-step, her dark waves bouncing as she turned to face Maya. "I can't sit still," she admitted, her accent more pronounced with stress. "My mind, it won't stop racing. And you already know I’m not good at waiting."

Maya patted the space beside her on the bed. "Then let's race together, okay? You and me, remember? What’s on your mind?"

With a sigh, Carina perched on the edge of the bed, immediately reaching for Maya's hand. "I know, I know. It's just... we chose this path together, but my mind somehow shut down to the possibility we'd end up here."

"In a stylish hospital gown?" Maya teased, tugging at the flimsy fabric. "Because I gotta say, it's not my best look."

A reluctant smile tugged at Carina's lips. "You look beautiful, always."

Maya's eyes softened as she squeezed Carina's hand. "Hey, I know that doctor brain of yours is working overtime right now. But we've got this, okay? That other hot Doctor got this… You were the one raving and gushing about the mighty Dr. Addison Montgomery being here at the hospital, that she was the best and this and that. To be completely honest, it was starting to get on my nerves a little bit.”

Carina couldn't help but chuckle, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "Hot Doctor, uh? But you're right, I did say that. Dr. Montgomery is one of the best in her field."

Maya grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, don't worry. You're still the hottest doctor in my book."

Carina rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Smooth talker. Even in a hospital bed."

Just then, Dr. Montgomery entered, her expression unreadable as she carried a clipboard. "I have your blood test results."

Carina's grip on Maya's hand tightened as Dr. Montgomery explained, "There's some unusual immune system activity. It's not necessarily cause for alarm, but it's something we want to investigate further."

"What kind of activity?" Carina asked, her medical curiosity momentarily overriding her anxiety. "Could it be related to the pregnancy?"

Dr. Montgomery nodded. "It's possible. I'd like to suggest a non-invasive prenatal test to get a better understanding of the baby's genetics."

Maya glanced at Carina, seeking guidance. Carina nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes, of course. The NIPT would give us valuable information." She turned to Maya, explaining gently, "It's a simple blood test, Bella. It will tell us more about the baby's DNA."

Maya nodded, her eyes widening slightly. "Our baby's DNA," she murmured, a mix of awe and nervousness in her voice. "I guess this really makes it feel real, huh?"

Carina squeezed her hand, her own emotions mirroring Maya's. "It does," Carina agreed softly, her eyes glistening. "But real is good, Maya. Real means we're one step closer to meeting our little one."

Dr. Montgomery smiled warmly at the couple. "I'll order the test right away. We should have results within a few hours. In the meantime, Maya, I'd like you to stay here overnight for observation."

Maya groaned dramatically. "Come on, Doc. I feel fine now.” Maya's protest was cut short by Carina's stern look. "Maya Bishop, you are staying put. No arguments."

Dr. Montgomery chuckled. "I see who's really in charge here. I'll be back to check on you later. Try to get some rest, both of you.”

As Dr. Montgomery left to arrange the test, Maya pulled Carina closer. "See? We're figuring this out together. One step at a time, right?"

Carina nodded, allowing herself to relax slightly into Maya's embrace. "One step at a time," she repeated, hoping her racing heart would soon follow suit.

A few hours later, Carina's fingers trembled as she traced circles on Maya's palm, her eyes fixed on the hospital room's bland white tiles. The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the steady beep of the heart monitor.

"I'm scared, Maya," Carina whispered, her voice barely audible. She lifted her gaze, meeting Maya's concerned blue eyes. "What if... what if my intersex condition has affected the baby?"

Maya shifted in the bed, wincing slightly as she reached out to cup Carina's cheek. "Hey, look at me," she said firmly, "this were our decision," Maya's voice softened as she continued, "Whatever happens, this baby is ours. Our miracle. And we’ll face it together, no matter what it is.”

Carina leaned into Maya's touch, tears welling in her eyes. "But what if I've passed on something that could harm our child? I never allowed myself thinking it could be a possibility. I was reckless…"

"Baby," Maya said, her voice gentle but firm. "You are perfect just the way you are. And our baby? They're going to be perfect too, because they're ours."

A watery chuckle escaped Carina's lips. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm Maya Bishop," Maya grinned, her trademark confidence shining through despite her pallor. "And I’m marrying the most amazing woman in the world. Our kid's gonna be a superhero."

“Oh god, look at us. I should be the one consoling you and taking care of you,” Carina said, shaking her head with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Instead, you’re the one giving me pep talks in a hospital gown.”

Maya laughed softly, the sound a balm to Carina’s frayed nerves. “Well, someone must keep this ship afloat, right? Besides, I’m going to be the one getting out of this bed and making the best damn superhero costume for our kid. So I need you to get your head around the idea that we’ll be the coolest parents on the block.” 

Carina couldn't help but smile at the image. “Okay, Captain Supermom. What colours are we talking for this superhero suit?”

Just then, Dr. Montgomery re-entered the room, a folder in her hands. "I have your NIPT results," she announced, her tone carefully neutral.

Carina's breath caught in her throat as she gripped Maya's hand tighter. "What did you find?"

Dr. Montgomery pulled up a chair, sitting down to face them both. "Well, it's quite fascinating actually. Have either of you heard of chimerism?"

Maya and Carina exchanged confused glances. "Like the mythical creature?" Maya asked making Carina chuckle. She had heard of such condition, but the implication made her heart race.

"Not quite," Dr. Montgomery smiled. "In genetics, it refers to an individual with two different sets of DNA. In this case, it appears that your baby has two sets of genetic material."

Carina's medical training kicked in. "But... how is that possible?"

"It's rare, but not unheard of," Dr. Montgomery explained. "Essentially, this condition most commonly occurs when two fertilised eggs or embryos merge early in development. The resulting individual has cells from both embryos, each with its own unique DNA.

Maya's eyes widened. "So, our baby is like... A genetic superhero?!” She exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.

“I wouldn’t put it that way but there’s certainly something extraordinary and rare about it,” Dr. Montgomery nodded, her expression brightening at Maya’s enthusiasm. “Your baby has an incredible diversity of genes. This means they might inherit strengths from both sides, potentially leading to a stronger immune system and resistance to certain diseases.”

Carina sat back, her mind reeling. "So, me being intersex..."

"Likely contributed to this unique situation," Dr. Montgomery finished. "But it's not a cause for concern. Your baby is developing normally and complications due to this condition are even rarer."

Maya squeezed Carina's hand, a look of wonder on her face. "See? Superhero."

Carina's lips quivered, a mix of relief and awe washing over her features. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Maya's. "It's... it's incredible," she breathed, her Italian accent more pronounced in her emotional state, “what about Maya, is she out of danger? What exactly let to her fainting?” Carina worriedly shot back, wanting to ensure both her wife and their miracle child were safe.

Dr. Montgomery’s expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious as she glanced at Maya. "Maya’s fainting was likely a result of her body adjusting to the pregnancy, especially considering the atypical immune response we saw in her blood tests. It's not uncommon for expectant mothers to feel light-headed or fatigued, particularly with a situation as unique and unconventional as yours. However, given the elevated immune activity, I'm glad we caught it early and will be able to easily manage it," the Doctor smiled and added, “For precautionary measures, I’d still like to keep you monitored over night if that’s alright with you. Just to ensure everything is settling down."

Maya nodded and as soon Dr. Montgomery left the room, she chuckled softly, wincing slightly as she shifted in the hospital bed. "Leave it to us to do things the unconventional way, huh?"

Carina smiled at Maya, observing her with a mix of admiration and concern.

"You okay?" She asked, worry creeping into her voice.

"Just a little tired," Maya reassured her, reaching up to tuck a strand of Carina's hair behind her ear. "But honestly? I’m excited."

Carina's eyes crinkled with a smile, her hand instinctively moving to rest on Maya's stomach. "Our little miracle," she murmured.

The next day, sunlight streamed through the hospital room window as Maya sat on the edge of the bed, now dressed in her own clothes. Carina perched beside her, their shoulders touching.

"Ready to go home?" Carina asked, her fingers intertwined with Maya's.

Maya nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "More than ready. Though I gotta say, this has been one heck of a staycation."

Carina laughed, the sound light and melodic. "Only you would joke about a hospital stay, Bella. I guess I just should be glad that you behaved yourself."

"Hey, gotta find the humour where we can, right?" Maya's expression turned thoughtful. "It's funny, isn't it? How life works out sometimes?"

Carina hummed in agreement, her thumb tracing circles on Maya's hand. "It's like... Come si dice... Serendipity?"

"Yeah," Maya nodded, leaning into Carina's warmth. "Who would've thought that your 'complication' and my stubbornness would lead to this?"

"Our perfect little dream," Carina murmured, her free hand moving to rest on Maya's stomach again.

Maya placed her hand over Carina's, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and wonder. "You know, if someone had told me a few years ago that I'd be sitting here, soon to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world and expecting a miracle baby, I would've laughed in their face."

Carina chuckled softly, her brown eyes meeting Maya's. "And I would have told them they were pazzo... crazy." She shook her head, a tender smile playing on her lips. "But here we are, amore mio."

"Here we are," Maya echoed, her voice filled with warmth. She glanced down at their joined hands on her stomach. "It's like everything in our lives was leading us to this moment, you know? All the ups and downs, the fights, and makeups..."

"The late nights at the hospital, the close calls at fires," Carina added, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Maya nodded, her expression softening. "It's all part of our story now. Our family's story."

Carina reached into her bag, pulling out the ultrasound photo. They both gazed at it, a comfortable silence settling between them. Maya traced the outline of the tiny form with her finger, her eyes misting slightly.

"Hey there, little one," Maya whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We can't wait to meet you."

Carina leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Maya's temple. "Ti amiamo già così tanto," she murmured, her Italian flowing naturally in the intimate moment. "We love you so much already."

As they sat there, leaning into each other, both women felt a surge of hope and love wash over them. The future, with all its uncertainties, suddenly seemed less daunting. They had each other, and soon, they'd have their little superhero too.

Chapter Text

Carina sat at her desk, fingers dancing over the keyboard with the precision of a surgeon. The glow from her laptop illuminated her focused expression, a slight furrow creasing her brow as she toggled between spreadsheets and floral arrangements. She took a sip of lukewarm coffee, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste. "Okay, Carina," she murmured to herself, trying to rally her thoughts, “just one more check on the seating chart, and then…” 

Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the wedding planner, its pages filled with swirling ink and doodles. The excitement of marrying Maya bubbled beneath her skin, but the pressure of it all made her heart race in an entirely different way. If only she could get everything just right.

Suddenly, a familiar voice floated in from the next room, breaking through her concentration like a gentle breeze. It was Maya, talking to Andy. Curiosity piqued, Carina leaned closer, straining to catch the words. 

"Yeah, I just... I don’t know, Andy. And with my new job as instructor at the new academy… Ross put me in charge of everything! It’s just too much," Maya sighed, her tone laced with something that pulled at Carina's heart. There was a vulnerability there, a crack in her usual confident facade. 

Carina paused, her fingers hovering mid-air above the keyboard. She immediately got an unsettling feeling, especially now, when they were supposed to be revelling in their wedding plans. A mix of concern and understanding washed over her, and she felt an uncharacteristic flutter of anxiety in her stomach.

"Maybe I’m overthinking everything," Maya continued, her voice rising just enough that Carina could imagine the way her blue eyes might have narrowed in frustration. “I mean, why does it have to be perfect?” 

Carina bit her lip, feeling a pang of sympathy. She wanted this day to be special, yes, but she also wanted it to be about them, about love, not stress. Swallowing her own rising uncertainty, she set her coffee aside and stood up, ready to check on her girlfriend. Maybe she needed to remind Maya that they were in this together. 

As she moved toward the sound of Maya’s voice, Carina couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps their romantic dream was beginning to feel more like a weight than a joy. But she would figure it out, they always did. After all, love was the most important detail of all.

Carina leaned closer, straining to catch every word. The casual banter she’d expected between Maya and Andy felt distant now, overshadowed by Maya’s unmistakable stressful demeanour.

‘Why does it have to be perfect?’

A pinch of hurt tugged at Carina’s chest. Did Maya think their wedding needed to be flawless? It was just a day, right? But then, as the words settled, that momentary sting faded into something deeper, a warm understanding of Maya’s perfectionist nature. Carina swallowed hard, pushing aside her own insecurities. She knew how much pressure Maya put on herself, especially with her role at the fire station weighing heavily on her shoulders. 

"Okay, okay," Carina murmured to herself, shaking off the hesitation. She took a deep breath and sat down again, determined to be the supportive partner she always aimed to be. She didn’t know it yet how she would do it, but she knew that she would go to the moon and back just so she could ease her soon to be mother of her child anxiety down.

Later that evening, Carina found Maya curled up on the couch, utterly surrounded by a sea of wedding magazines, half-empty coffee cups, and colourful sticky notes that looked like confetti exploded across the room. It was cozy chaos, but it also screamed exhaustion. 

Maya sat there, her back slumped and her blonde hair falling messily around her face, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of a magazine featuring a radiant couple against a picturesque backdrop. But instead of engaging with the images, her blue eyes seemed glazed over, lost somewhere between dreamland and reality. 

"Hey, superstar," Carina said softly, a playful lilt in her voice as she approached. "You look like you’ve fought a battle with a wedding planner and lost."

Maya glanced up, a faint smile pulling at her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It feels like I’m drowning in colour swatches and cake flavours,” she replied, her voice tinged with weariness. 

"Well, let me throw you a lifeline," Carina said, settling beside Maya, careful not to disturb the chaos around them. She reached for Maya's hand, intertwining their fingers. "I love you. So much…" 

Maya sighed and chuckled, leaning into Carina's warmth, the tension visibly easing from her shoulders. Maybe they didn’t need perfection after all. Perhaps it was enough to simply be together, navigating the messy, beautiful journey of their love.

Carina took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day settle on her shoulders. She could see Maya’s back slumped against the couch, the way she was surrounded by the remnants of their wedding planning, a sea of invitations, fabric swatches, and half-eaten snacks. It tugged at Carina's heart, her love was clearly drained by the effort of trying to create the perfect day.

With a gentle nudge, Carina closed the laptop resting on the coffee table, the sound barely more than a whisper in the quiet room. “Let’s take a break from this,” she said softly, settling beside Maya, who looked up, surprise flickering across her face.

Maya offered a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Carina felt a pang of sadness at how tired she looked, like all the joy had been sucked out of her. Without thinking, Carina took Maya's hands, fingers intertwining in a gesture that spoke volumes, this wasn’t just about planning anymore, it was about them.

"Hey," Carina began, her voice warm and tender, "Marry me, Bambina." 

The words hung in the air, both daring and delicate, and Maya chuckled again, “I thought that’s what we are trying to do here, plan a wedding…”

Carina’s heart raced as she continued, gauging Maya’s reaction. “We could skip the stress and just focus on us. Let’s just elope, I don’t want to spend another moment without being able to call you my wife.” 

Maya blinked, caught off guard. Carina could see the wheels turning in her mind, the initial shock giving way to something softer. The thought danced in the space between them, a possibility filled with laughter and romance. 

"Think about it," Carina urged, leaning closer, her voice almost a whisper, laced with sincerity. “The love we have for each other should be the priority, not all this chaos.” She gestured towards the scattered wedding materials around them. “I want to marry you, Maya. That’s what matters most to me, and that will be perfect.”

Maya’s blue eyes sparkled, a mix of surprise and warmth flooding her expression. Carina held her breath, waiting for the response, hoping her proposal would ease the tension that had wrapped around them like a heavy blanket.

Maya stared at Carina, her brow slightly furrowed as if trying to decipher a riddle. The surprise washed over her like a wave, unexpected and refreshing, and for a moment, she couldn’t find the words. But as Carina’s gaze held steady, warmth flooded her blue eyes, softening the edges of her disbelief. 

"Eloping?" Maya echoed, her voice a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She felt her heart race, each beat resonating with an unfamiliar thrill. She absently squeezed Carina’s hands, grounding herself in the comfort of their connection. “Are you serious?”

"Absolutely," Carina replied, her voice steady and earnest. “We can run away, the only thing mattering being just the two of us. No pressure, no expectations. Just love.” The sincerity in Carina's tone made something inside Maya shift, like the first breath of fresh air after being underwater too long.

As the reality of Carina’s proposal began to sink in, relief washed over Maya, untangling the knots of stress that had been tightening around her chest. "I… I think I like that idea," she said slowly, a tentative smile breaking through the remnants of anxiety. It was like stepping into sunlight after a stormy night. 

“Really?” Carina’s face lit up, her laughter bubbling over like champagne. It was infectious, and soon Maya felt her own lips curve upward, mirroring the joy reflected in Carina’s eyes.

"Yeah," Maya replied, her voice growing steadier. “Why not? Let’s do it.” They shared a moment of unspoken understanding, a bond deepening in the quiet space between them. 

The next day dawned bright and full of possibility. With coffee cups clutched tightly in hand, Carina and Maya sat side by side on the couch, phones ready and buzzing with excitement. The atmosphere hum with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy, like standing on the edge of a diving board, ready to leap.

"Okay, who should we call first?" Carina asked, glancing sideways at Carina, her heart fluttering at the prospect of sharing their news.

"Let’s start with your brother!" Maya suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Carina nodded, trying to ignore the small knot of anxiety forming in her stomach. This was it, the moment they would break the news, shattering the molde of tradition and embracing their own journey.

With a deep breath, Carina pressed the call button. The phone rang, and she could feel her pulse quicken. Would he be excited? Would he understand?

“Carina!” Andrea’s voice boomed through the speaker, and she couldn’t help but grin. “What’s up?”

"Hey! So, um…" Carina stumbled over her words, the nerves making her fidget. “Maya and I… we’re eloping!”

There was a pause, and Carina held her breath, waiting for his response. Then came a burst of laughter from the other end. “You’re kidding! That’s hilarious! Mamma and Papa must be thrilled.” Her brother snorted clearly amused.

Lucia and Vincenzo reactions had in fact been… Interesting, to say the least. “Don’t remind me…” Carina chuckled, recalling the wide-eyed, open-mouthed expressions of her parents when she casually dropped the news over dinner. “Lucia nearly dropped her lasagna in shock! And Vincenzo, well, let’s just say he tried to play it cool but ended up spilling his wine everywhere.

Relief flooded over her, accompanied by a rush of laughter. “You’re really okay with it?” 

"Are you kidding? This is epic! When and where?” Andrea asked, his excitement palpable even through the phone.

As they moved onto the next calls, Carina and Maya exchanged delighted glances, their spirits lifting with every shared reaction. Each conversation brought a new wave of giddiness and warmth, solidifying their decision and igniting a spark of adventure. 

Carina plopped down on the couch, her heart still racing from the thrill of their decision. She glanced at Maya, who was still rummaging through a stack of wedding magazines, a soft smile creeping onto her face. “Okay, let’s do this,” Carina said, holding her phone tightly in her hand.

"Let’s call Gabriella!" Carina chirped, her energy infectious despite the lingering tension in her shoulders. The thought of their friend, thousands of miles away in Italy, made Carina tremble. 

"Alright, brace yourself for drama," Carina continued, tapping the FaceTime icon. As the call connected, the screen flickered to life, revealing Gabriella’s vibrant features, surrounded by a flurry of pastel pinks and frills, a stark contrast to Carina's cozy living room. 

"Bellissima! You two look fabulous!" Gabriella exclaimed, her arms flailing dramatically as if she were conducting an opera.

Carina couldn't help but laugh at Gabriella's flair. "We’re planning to elope, Gabbi!" she declared, unable to prolong the suspense any longer.

Gabriella gasped, clutching her heart as if she'd just received the most horrible news of the century. "No! Really? Tell me you’re joking!" Her wide eyes shimmered with shock, accentuated by the lavish feather boa draped around her neck.

"No, I’m serious! It will be this weekend. I’m sorry…" Carina stammered, trying to suppress a chuckle at Gabriella’s theatrical response, "Gabriella, we literally decided this yesterday!" Carina added, her tone insisting on the reasonable urgency of their decision.

"That’s no excuse! How am I supposed to be a part of your celebration from here?" Gabriella pouted, her big brown eyes wide with mock betrayal. "I demand to be part of this magical moment.

"Don’t worry, you can join us via video!" Maya chimed in, her laughter bubbling up. 

"Via video? Are you crazy? I need to be there in person! I’ll bring the confetti!" Gabriella insisted, already rummaging through her closet, her voice fading into a comedic frenzy of items being tossed aside.

“I guess Gabriella is coming…” Maya turned to Carina with a raised brow, her amusement evident. 

“Yeah, Gabbi and her antics…” Carina replied, shaking her head with a grin. “But honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. She’s part of our family.”

Gabriella popped back onto the screen, arms laden with various brightly coloured fabrics. “What if I wear this?" The three women burst into laughter as Gabriella held up a shimmering gold gown that looked like it belonged on the red carpet of a glamorous award show rather than at an intimate wedding.

Their special day had arrived, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the small park where Carina and Maya had chosen to elope. Tiny fairy lights twinkled above them, strung between the trees like stars caught in a net. A soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers that adorned the makeshift altar, delicate white roses mixed with sprigs of lavender, their colours vibrant against the lush green backdrop.

Carina stood off to the side, her heart racing as she took in the scene. Everything felt surreal, like a dream she was afraid to wake up from. She was wearing a simple and elegant jumpsuit that hugged her curves just right, making her feel both confident and beautiful. She couldn’t help but smile at how perfectly it all came together. She wanted this moment to be magical, a reflection of their love, stripped down to its purest form.

"Hey! You ready?" Maya's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling Carina’s gaze toward her fiancé. Maya looked stunning in a soft, tight dress, her blonde hair cascading in waves around her shoulders. But there was something else there too, a hint of nervousness in her blue eyes that mirrored Carina's own feelings.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Carina replied, trying to sound confident. She reached for Maya's hand, feeling the warmth radiate between them. "It's perfect, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, it is," Maya said, glancing around at their friends and family who were beginning to gather. Each face reflected joy and excitement, and Carina could see familiar faces lighting up with laughter as they shared stories. Her brother, always the jokester, was already making silly faces at the camera, trying to catch Maya's attention.

Just then, Gabriella burst into view, “You two better not start without me!” she exclaimed dramatically, her Italian accent thickening in excitement. “I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I missed my best friend getting married?”

Maya couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head at Gabriella's grand entrance. “You know this isn’t a movie premiere, right? But if you insist on showing up like you’re headed to the Oscars, who are we to stop you?”

Gabriella struck a pose, hand on her hip and mouth agape in faux shock. “Absolutely! Who else could make a simple elopement as glamorous as my presence?” She spun around in her vibrant floral dress, the energy radiating from her infectious. 

Carina laughed, the tension in her chest easing. "Just make sure to keep the drama to a minimum." Carina teased, a twinkle in her eye. Maya stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Carina's waist, and the gesture sent fluttering butterflies through her stomach.

As the officiant motioned for everyone to take their places, Carina felt her heart pick up pace. She turned to Maya, searching those piercing blue eyes for comfort. “You okay?” she whispered, squeezing Maya’s hand tighter.

Maya nodded, but the slight quiver of her lip betrayed her bravado, “I love you so much, Carina…" 

Carina brushed her thumb along Maya's knuckles, feeling the silent tremor of nerves that pulsed between them. "I love you too.”

With a final glance at each other, Carina and Maya exchanged smiles that spoke volumes, of love, of friendship, and of the beautiful journey they were about to embark on together.

Amelia stood at the front, her hands nervously clutching a piece of paper as she glanced at Carina and Maya. With the soft glow of fairy lights twinkling around them and the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air, she took a deep breath and began her reading.

"Okay, so, I’ll start with a little story," Amelia said, her voice steadying as she looked up, capturing the attention of everyone gathered. “When Carina first met Maya, I remember thinking, ‘Wow, this girl is way out of Carina’s league." Laughter bubbled up among the guests, warm and familiar. Carina felt her cheeks flush, but she couldn’t help grinning. 

"Just kidding! Seriously though, it was like watching someone find their missing puzzle piece. The way they clicked," Amelia continued, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Carina brought out a side of Maya that none of us knew existed. Like, she showed us a beautiful version of herself. Who would have thought that our usually focused and straightforward Maya would become so lovesick in her efforts to impress her girlfriend?

Maya shot Amelia a mock-annoyed glance, though the corner of her mouth was teasingly curved. "I wasn’t lovesick! I was… Uh, perfectly focused on achieving a goal," Maya retorted playfully, though her eyes betrayed the warmth swelling in her chest. The laughter that followed from the assembled friends and family created a gentle cocoon of joy around them.

Amelia chuckled, "alright, alright, focus," she murmured to herself and cleared her throat, a hint of sentimentality creeping into her tone. “In all seriousness, witnessing their love has been one of the greatest joys. It’s pure, inspiring, and makes me believe in fairy tales again,” she paused, letting her words sink in before adding, “so here’s to love, adventure, and finding your other half.”

The guests erupted into applause, and Carina’s heart swelled with gratitude for friends like Amelia who understood her journey with Maya so deeply. 

Next up was Andy, stepping forward with a mischievous glint in her eye that made the crowd lean in closer. “You know, when I first saw these two together, I had my doubts,” she said, feigning seriousness. “I mean, one of them can bench press a truck, and the other can barely lift a grocery bag without dropping something!” More laughter followed, with Maya pretending to glare at her while Carina elbowed her playfully.

“But jokes aside,” Andy continued, her expression softening as she looked at her friend and her partner. “These two have shown me what real strength looks like. Love isn’t just about the big moments, it’s also about being there through the small stuff, the late-night talks, the shared takeout, and even those ridiculous debates over which Netflix series to binge next.” 

"Hey, don’t forget the snacks!" Maya chimed in, her grin infectious.

“Exactly! And you know, if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s these two. So, let’s raise a glass," she lifted an imaginary glass, and everyone eagerly joined in, mimicking her. “To Carina and Maya, may your lives be filled with laughter, love, and enough lasagna to last a lifetime!”

As the cheers echoed around them, Maya’s brother pulled out his guitar, a soft, melodic strum breaking through the noise. All eyes turned to him, and the atmosphere shifted to a more intimate vibe. 

Carina watched Maya close her eyes, her features softening as she absorbed the music. It was one of those songs that tugged at the heartstrings, weaving together emotions that were both joyful and bittersweet. Carina could feel her own heart swelling in rhythm with every chord. 

With each strum, Mason poured his soul into the song, a heartfelt tribute to the love he witnessed. It was a reminder of the journey, the struggles, and the triumphs Carina and Maya had faced together. A smile crept onto Carina's face as she stole a glance at Maya, whose blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears, reflecting the warmth radiating from the gathering.

“Isn’t this perfect?” Carina whispered, leaning in closer to Maya, their shoulders brushing. 

"Yeah," Maya replied, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with emotion. “It really is.” 

And in that moment, surrounded by laughter, music, and the love of their closest friends, everything felt right.

Carina stood across from Maya, the world around them fading into a blur of colours and soft whispers. They were both dressed simply yet beautifully, the sunlight catching the highlights in Maya's hair as she shifted her weight slightly, a telltale sign of her nerves.

‘Okay, here we go,’ Maya thought, heart racing like a runaway train. She squeezed Carina’s hands tighter, grounding herself in this moment. "Carina," Maya began, her voice wavering just enough to make Carina's heart skip a beat. There was something powerful in that uncertainty, a vulnerability that made Carina want to reach out and pull Maya closer, shielding her from any doubts. 

Maya inhaled deeply, clearly trying to gather her thoughts. “I never really believed in fairy tales. I mean, who does?” She chuckled softly, the sound light but tinged with emotion. “But then I met you, and everything changed. You make me believe that there are happily-ever-afters, and I'm ready for our next chapter.”

Carina’s breath hitched as she listened intently, her heart swelling with each word. She wanted to memorise this moment, the way Maya’s face lit up, the way her voice resonated with sincerity.

"Not that I’m saying it won’t be messy," Maya continued, a teasing lilt creeping back into her tone. "Because let’s be real, I’m not exactly known for my grace under pressure." A hint of laughter bubbled in the air, and Carina couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tension ease just a little. 

"With you, though, I feel safe enough to be myself, messy or perfect. I promise to always choose you, no matter what kind of chaos life throws our way.” Her gaze locked onto Carina's, unwavering and earnest.

Just as those words settled between them, the world seemed to pause. Carina felt her heart thudding loudly in her chest, echoing the rhythm of their love story, a story written through shared laughter, tears, and countless quiet moments that spoke volumes. 

"God, I love you," Maya whispered, her voice breaking slightly, stealing the breath from Carina’s lungs. 

"I love you too," Carina managed to reply, her words barely above a whisper, filled with sincerity, “I never imagined I could feel so at home with someone. You are my heart, Maya. And you gave me something I never thought I’d have, a family.” Carina’s voice quivered, emotions swirling within her like a gentle storm. She glanced down at Maya’s belly, the subtle curve that held their future, the promise of laughter and love yet to come, “And because of that and so much more, I will always love you and protect what we have.”

The officiant shifted slightly, noticing the magic unfolding between the two women. “Alright, and now for the vows,” he said, his voice breaking through the tender moment like a gentle wave.

Both women nodded and took a deep breath, their hearts pounding in perfect unison. This was it, this was the moment that would seal their love forever and set the foundation for a lifetime of memories.

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The newlywed women stumbled into their bedroom, giddy laughter spilling from their lips as they clung to each other.

"I can't believe you almost tripped, trying to pick me up," Maya teased, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Oh, right! Sue me for wanting to sweep my pregnant wife off her feet on our wedding day. Besides, you were the one who got tongue-tied when was your time to say the vows!" Carina retorted playfully, her Italian accent thickening with emotion. 

Maya chuckled, a playful glint in her eye as they collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, catching their breath between giggles. She then reached out to tenderly brush a stray curl from Carina's flushed cheek. "I was just so captivated by how beautiful you looked, it made me forget everything else for a moment," Maya murmured, her face softening.

Carina's heart fluttered at the raw adoration in Maya's gaze. She twined their fingers together, marvelling at the matching gold bands that now adorned their ring fingers, tangible symbols of their commitment and love. 

"Today was perfect, Bella. Like a fairy tale." Carina sighed contentedly and brought Maya's hand to her lips, brushing a reverent kiss across her knuckles.

Maya hummed in agreement, but Carina noticed a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes for a second, which was gone in a blink. She knew her wife, she knew that even on the happiest day of their lives, Maya's old fears and doubts could still resurface, if only for a fleeting instant. 

Carina pulled Maya closer until their foreheads touched, noses brushing. She wanted to soothe those worries, to wrap Maya in love and reassurance as securely as she now wrapped her in her arms.

"Ti amo, Maya. So much. Today, tomorrow, always," Carina whispered against her lips before capturing them in a relaxed, soulful kiss.

As they melted into each other, trading soft sighs and sweet words, all worries disappeared in the warmth of their happiness. This was the start of their journey, and no matter what challenges came their way, they would face them together each day.

Slowly, tenderly, they undressed each other like unwrapping a precious gift, savouring every moment of intimacy. Each button and zipper slipped downward in a deliciously teasing rhythm that had their breaths catching and bodies flushed with anticipation.

Maya's hands trembled ever so slightly as she unzipped Carina's jumpsuit, but her gaze was warm and steady. She'd come so far in her journey of self-acceptance and self-love, and Carina couldn't be prouder of her wife's growth.

"You're so gorgeous, Carina," Maya breathed, her eyes drinking in the sight of Carina's half-naked form. "I can't believe you're my wife."

Carina's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but her grin couldn't be tamed. "Believe it, Bella," she teased, her voice husky with desire. "Every incredible inch of me, all yours."

Gently, Carina guided Maya back onto the bed, their now naked bodies pressed together in an exquisite dance of need and passion. Hips ground against hips, breasts crushed against breasts, and their dampening cores brushed in a teasing prelude to what was to come. It felt like the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them tangled in their own private universe, suspended in time and possibility.

Maya moaned, her eyes hooded with pleasure as Carina's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a burning trail of kisses in her wake. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her body arching into every touch.

Carina relished on the sound, feeling powerful and adored as she explored every curve of Maya's body. While her hands roamed hungrily, her heart swelled at the sight of her wife unraveling beneath her ministrations. 

"Carina..." Maya gasped, her voice almost apologetic. "I can’t... I’m sor…"

"Shhh… I know," Carina purred, her fingers moulding to Maya's soft curves. "Don’t worry, my love. Today I just want to spoil you…" Carina was well aware of the fact that her pregnant wife, at 9 weeks, was experiencing heightened fatigue and severe morning sickness, not to mention the hormonal changes that came with the first trimester. 

She understood better than anyone that Maya was in a perpetual state of discomfort, and she would never push her beyond what she could manage. Tonight was about love, connection, and finding joy in each other’s presence.

“Yeah, but I want to make you feel good too.” Maya started but was interrupted by Carina’s playful grin and a finger pressed gently against her lips.

“Of course, Maya. You already made me feel amazing by saying ‘I do’,” Carina teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But let’s focus on you right now, alright? Today is about celebrating you, my personal superhero, our marriage, and the little one that’s growing inside you. Just relax and let me worship you.”

A shiver of anticipation danced down Maya’s spine at the sheer sincerity in Carina's voice. The warmth of her wife’s touch washed over her like a tide, and she surrendered herself to the moment, letting go of every worry that nagged at the edges of her mind.

Carina's heart ached with tenderness as she continued to devour each moment, her kisses trailing from Maya’s collarbone to her stomach, where their little miracle lay hidden. “You’re doing so amazing, you know that?” she murmured against the soft skin, feeling the warmth radiate between them.

Maya's breath hitched as Carina lovingly caressed her almost imperceptible rounded belly, marvelling at the new life growing within. She peppered soft kisses across Maya's skin, whispering words of adoration. Maya sighed contentedly, running her fingers through Carina's hair.

"You're so beautiful," Carina murmured. Her hands and lips explored Maya's body with reverence, paying special attention to her sensitive breasts. Maya arched into the touch, gasping softly.

"How do you feel, amore?" Carina asked, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Right now? Amazing," Maya breathed. "Don't stop."

Carina smiled and continued her sensual ministrations, slowly working her way lower. She lavished attention on Maya's inner thighs before finally tasting her. Maya cried out in pleasure, her fingers tightening in Carina's hair.

Carina's tongue danced with a teasing rhythm, coaxing out every sweet sound from Maya's lips, each cry igniting a fire deep within her. 

She poured herself into the moment, into every flick and swirl of her tongue, taking her time, building Maya up slowly and steadily. She listened attentively to every gasp and moan, learning what Maya needed.

Maya felt as if the world outside ceased to exist, every worry melting away in the warmth of Carina’s embrace. The tension she had carried since they slipped out of the ceremony faded with every flicker of their connection. She could hardly believe how lucky she was to have found this woman, so devoted, so in tune with her desires and fears. “You make me feel…” Maya started, her words tumbling out in half-breaths. “So alive.”

Carina paused for just a moment, lifting her head to meet Maya's gaze. “Good, she said softly, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection, “that’s exactly how I want you to feel. Every part of you deserves to feel alive.”

With that, she dove back down, her lips and tongue resuming their heavenly dance. Maya's body responded instinctively, each flick sending waves of bliss coursing through her. She arched her back, losing herself in the rhythmic waves, the sensation overwhelming as she surrendered completely to Carina's touch. The sweet tension built within her like a soft crescendo, and the world outside their bedroom faded into a distant memory.

Not long after, Maya's climax washed over her in gentle waves, her body trembling and pulsing under Carina's dedicated touch. Carina guided her through it, whispering words of love and encouragement until Maya finally stilled, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

Carina slowly kissed her way back up Maya's body, taking a moment to nuzzle her slightly rounded stomach before settling beside her. Maya immediately curled into Carina's embrace, resting her head on her wife's chest. Carina's arms wrapped around her securely, one hand resting gently atop Maya's hair, the other tracing lazy patterns around her bellybutton.

As they lay tangled together, Maya's hand joined Carina's over her belly. Their fingers laced together, resting protectively over the tiny life growing within.

Maya nestled deeper into Carina’s warmth, her heart swelling with contentment. "I’m looking forward to finally holding our little miracle," Maya whispered, her voice thick with sentiment, “I never thought I could love someone so deeply before they’re even born.”

Carina hummed in agreement, pressing a tender kiss to Maya's temple. "Me too, amore. It's going to be the most incredible adventure."

Maya smiled up at Carina, her heart swelling with a mix of joy and anticipation. “Can you imagine? Tiny hands, little feet… and most certainly a full head of hair if they take after you?” Maya’s playful teasing lit a spark in Carina’s expressive eyes.

“Oh, please!” Carina laughed softly, her tone light and teasing as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind Maya’s ear. “They’ll have your athleticism and my stunning good looks. It’s a winning combination!”

Maya chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. “I don’t know... I'm pretty sure they’ll be the ultimate blend of our quirks. A fierce miniature firefighter with a love for the most absurd camping equipment," she playfully joked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, "and exceptional culinary abilities, worthy of a celebrity chef. And let's not forget they’ll be the smartest and most passionate little angel in the world, Deluca style"

Carina laughed, the sound bubbling up from her core, brightening the dim room. “And the best sense of humour, obviously! Because they’ll definitely need it if they’ve got you as their mom.” She raised an eyebrow teasingly, nudging Maya with her shoulder.

Maya feigned offence, placing a hand over her heart. "Excuse me? I have a fantastic sense of humour! My jokes can be a bit ‘dad-like’ sometimes... But they’re awesome!"

"Exactly! That's why I’m already planning on teaching them for the eye rolls," Carina teased, her laughter mixing with Maya's. They both giggled at the thought, the future of their little family taking shape in their minds, "but honestly," Carina continued, her tone softening as she gazed into Maya's bright blue eyes, “I think we’re going to make a pretty amazing team. You’ll be up at dawn training the next generation of firefighters while I’m out delivering tiny humans into the world. And somehow, we’ll find a way to juggle it all.” 

Maya took a moment to absorb Carina’s words, her heart swelling with pride at the thought. “Not going to lie, it has been pretty overwhelming lately…”

Carina knew that Maya was carrying more than the weight of their future baby, the pressure of her new position at the fire academy loomed large in her mind. She reached out, taking Maya’s hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. “How are you feeling? You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’m here for you.”

Maya sighed, her thumb brushing over Carina’s knuckles as she considered her response. “I guess… I’m just nervous,” Maya's thoughts drifted to her new role at the fire academy, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She turned to Carina, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "I'm really excited about this new challenge, but I can't help but worry about how I'll balance it all. With the baby coming and the demands of the job, what if I can't give enough to either?"

Carina listened attentively, her hand gently rubbing Maya's back in a soothing motion. "Maya, you are one of the most capable and determined people I know. The passion and dedication you put into everything you do is inspiring. Two of the many reasons I fell in love with you. I have no doubt that you will find a way to make it work, and I will be right here to support you every step of the way."

Maya felt a small smile curve her lips, warmth spreading through her at Carina's encouraging words. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Honestly, I sometimes feel like you’re the calm in my storm,” she replied, her gaze softening as she found solace in her wife’s steady presence.

Carina rolled her eyes playfully, feigning modesty. “Well, it’s not like I’m a magical wizard or anything,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Though I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. Like this one!” With that, Carina leaned in and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to Maya's lips, pulling back just enough to see the twinkle in her wife’s eyes. “See? Instant stress relief, courtesy of Dr. DeLuca-Bishop.”

Maya laughed, the sound bubbling up as she felt the tension in her shoulders ease ever so slightly. "If only it was that easy! A kiss to fix all my worries," she replied playfully, "though I’m not complaining about this kind of therapy."

Carina chuckled, her playful grin widening. "Well, I’m more than happy to provide you with unlimited doses of kisses. They’re calorie-free!” She winked, leaning in for another peck, this time more exuberant, full of laughter and love as their lips met. 

Maya felt herself melt into the kiss, forgetting her worries for just a moment. “I could get used to this kind of therapy,” she admitted, her heart fluttering. 

“Good,” Carina replied, her voice teasingly serious as she pulled away, “because I’ve got a feeling you are going to need all the therapy you can get in the coming months.” Her tone turned playful again, as she continued, “Between sleepless nights and diaper duty, we’ll have to make time for our little therapy sessions.”

Maya's laughter erupted again. "Oh god, are we really talking about diapers already? We haven't even picked out a crib yet!" She feigned disbelief, her hands playfully clutching her head as if the mere thought was enough to send her into a tailspin.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet! So much to do!” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Carina's lips as she pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with playful mirth. "Now, about those baby names..."

Maya laughed, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, here we go. Let's hear your brilliant ideas, Dr. DeLuca-Bishop."

Carina tapped her chin thoughtfully, feigning deep concentration while her voice took a dramatic flair. “Okay, first off, if it’s a girl, I’m totally pushing for something elegant, like Constanza. It’s classic, sophisticated, and has that perfect Italian touch.” She paused, watching Maya’s reaction with a grin.

Maya raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Constanza? That’s beautiful, but I can already see our little girl rolling her eyes at having an old lady name.”

Carina chuckled, her shoulders shrugging casually. “Hey, it’s a timeless name. But if you’re not sold on Constanza, how about something a bit more adventurous, like Aurora?” She said it with a flourish, as if unveiling a masterpiece.

Maya burst into laughter, the sound warm and genuine. “Aurora? As in Gabriella Aurora?” Maya shook her head, a laugh escaping her lips. "You can't be serious. If we name our baby after Gabriella, she'll be insufferable. She'll know it's after her, and honestly, I can already imagine her smug face," Carina chuckled, clearly entertained by the idea, but Maya was firm, "no way. She'd never let us hear the end of it."

Carina's laughter filled the room, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, it's just a name! Besides, Gabriella would be flattered." She teased, knowing Maya's aversion to giving Gabriella the satisfaction.

Maya playfully rolled her eyes. "Flattered? She'd be unbearable. No, we're not doing that." They both laughed, the warmth of their joy filling the space between them.

As their laughter faded, Maya's expression softened, her gaze drifting away as she fell into deep thought. Carina noticed the change and reached out, her touch gentle. "Hey, everything okay?" She asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Maya turned back to her, a thoughtful smile forming. "Yeah, I was just thinking... What if we name them Andrea?" She suggested, her voice filled with emotion.

Carina's eyes lit up with surprise, then warmth. "Andrea?" She said, her voice soft. "I love it…” She reached out, her fingers brushing against Maya’s cheek, her voice cracking with emotion.

Maya nodded, her heart swelling. "It works for both a boy and a girl and we both love it… The only downside is that both Andy and Andrew will become permanently insufferable with pride, knowing we named their nephew or niece after them.” 

Carina's expression softened, a gentle smile gracing her features. "Andrea DeLuca-Bishop. It has a nice ring to it, actually." She nodded, her hand instinctively drifting to Maya's belly, her touch warm and protective. 

"It does, doesn't it? And I’d rather deal with your brother and Andy’s over-inflated egos than Gabriella’s smugness any day.” Maya replied with a smirk, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

Carina chuckled again, squeezing Maya's hand gently as they basked in the idea of their future. "Just think, in a few months, we will have our little Andrea here with us." 

Maya’s heart swelled at the thought, her imagination drifting to the image of their tiny baby, swaddled in soft blankets, nestled in their arms. "I can picture it already," she said softly, a dreamy smile crossing her face. 

Both women fell into a comfortable silence settled over the room. Maya and Carina found themselves reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this point, the challenges they had faced, and the love that had sustained them through it all.

As they prepared for sleep, Carina's hand found its way to Maya's pregnant belly, resting gently on the growing bump. It was a gesture that had become increasingly familiar in recent weeks, a way for Carina to connect with their unborn child and express her love and protection.

Maya placed her hand over Carina's, their fingers intertwining. She marvelled at the tenderness of the moment, the way Carina's touch seemed to communicate a thousand unspoken promises.

"I can't wait to meet our little one," Carina whispered, her voice filled with awe and anticipation, "to hold them in our arms and watch them grow, to see the world through their eyes."

Maya smiled, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "It's going to be an adventure, that's for sure."

As they settled into bed, their bodies naturally curling into one another, Maya and Carina found themselves filled with a sense of peace and contentment. The love they shared, the family they were creating, was a testament to their resilience and the strength of their partnership.

And as they drifted off to sleep, Carina's hand still resting protectively on Maya's belly, a soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips.

The room fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of their breathing. The dim light cast by the bedside lamp created a warm, intimate atmosphere, as if the very space around them was enveloping them in its embrace, wishing the new family well.

In that moment, they slept, wrapped in each other's arms, dreaming of the bright future that awaited them. A future filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

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The soft click of the door closing behind them echoed through the serene office, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside the newlyweds. The scent of lavender and something faintly earthy filled the air, calming yet unfamiliar. Dr. Diane Lewis’s office was everything Carina had imagined, warm, inviting, and oddly reassuring. But as she stepped further into the room, her hand instinctively tightened around Maya’s, her heart pounding in her chest like a restless drum.

Maya gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a silent promise of support. Carina turned to her, meeting those striking blue eyes that always seemed to see right through her. Maya’s expression was steady, but there was a flicker of tension in her jaw, a small betrayal of her own anxiety. Carina offered her a weak smile, and Maya returned it, her eyes softening with affection. Together, they faced the reason they were here, unveiled secrets Carina had buried deep within herself.

[1 WEEK AGO]

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room as Carina awoke screaming. Again. She blinked slowly, the remnants of the nightmare still clung to her thoughts. There was a shadowy figure, just out of reach, its presence lingering like smoke.

Carina had been having these nightmares for weeks now. And they were starting to affect her waking life. It was like they were taking away her joy, leaving behind a hollow echo of the woman she used to be. By day, she marched through her responsibilities as a wife and a physician and by night, she fought through the darkness of her dreams, desperate and terrified at the same time to uncover what lay hidden within.

Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath, the kind she always took when she was nervous, as if the air itself could calm the storm in her mind.

Maya’s hand was on her chest, steady and grounding. It was a familiar touch, one Carina had grown to rely on over time. She turned her head, meeting Maya’s gaze. Maya’s eyes, soft, full of concern, met hers. There was a faint crease between Maya’s brows, a silent question asking if she was okay.

Carina smiled faintly, a reflexive gesture, but it felt forced. The queen of communication was not quite winning this days.

“Hey,” Maya whispered, her voice barely audible, “you okay?” Maya’s tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of worry that Carina couldn’t ignore. She knew that tone, the one that said Maya was trying to be gentle but was secretly on edge.

Carina nodded, the gesture automatic. “Yeah,” she said, her voice hoarse from sleep. “I’m fine.” But the weight of the nightmare lingered, a shadow that refused to be shaken. She could feel it in her bones, a heaviness that made her limbs ache. She forced another smile, this one a little wider, a little brighter, but it unraveled the moment her body tensed.

Maya’s gaze softened, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she studied Carina’s face. She didn’t push, didn’t ask the questions Carina could see swirling in her mind. Instead, Maya shifted closer, her arms wrapping around Carina like a shield.

Carina leaned into the embrace, her head resting against Maya’s shoulder. The rhythm of Maya’s heartbeat was steady, a reminder that she wasn’t alone. But the nightmare still lingered, a ghost that she didn’t know who was, in the back of her mind, refusing to be ignored. She sighed softly, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to shake the feeling of unease.

“It was just a dream,” Carina murmured, more to herself than to Maya. But the words felt hollow, unconvincing. She knew Maya could hear the doubt in her voice.

Maya didn’t say anything, but her arms tightened instinctively, her touch a silent question.

“I’m fine,” Carina said again, the words barely escaping her lips as she felt Maya’s warm breath against her cheek.

“Carina…” Maya paused, her voice trailing into the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Carina felt a knot form in her stomach as she lifted her head to meet Maya’s gaze. “I have to go. I’ve rounds.” She gave Maya a quick kiss on the lips and pulled away, the warmth of the moment dissipating too quickly.

Maya watched her, a flicker of disappointment shadowing her bright blue eyes. “We’re not going to talk about this?” she asked, inching closer again as if trying to bridge the gap that had suddenly widened between them.

“Later, my love. Now I have to go.” The urgency in Carina’s tone stung Maya a little, but she trusted Carina wouldn’t keep avoiding the topic forever. Instead, she surrendered to the moment, nodding reluctantly. “Okay, but you promise we’ll talk when you get back?”

“Promise,” Carina said over her shoulder as she grabbed her bag, the weight of it feeling heavier than usual. She paused in the doorway, looking back at Maya, “I love you.”

Carina moved through the familiar routine, her hands performing the necessary tasks on autopilot. She checked charts, nodded to nurses, and murmured reassurances to patients, but her mind was elsewhere. The fog of the nightmare clung to her like a second skin, thick and heavy, making it harder to focus. She could feel it pressing against her chest, a weight she couldn’t shake.

She glanced down at the patient’s chart in her hand, the words blurring together on the page. Her mind numb, she searched for meaning that wasn’t there. The numbers and notes and medical jargon swam in front of her eyes, refusing to make sense. She blinked hard, forcing herself to focus. This was her job, her passion. She couldn’t let a miserly nightmare win.

Across from her, the young woman hesitated, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the hospital gown. She was young, barely out of her teens, with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Carina recognised the look, fear, uncertainty, the overwhelming sense of being out of control. She’d seen it before, in her patients, in herself.

“Dr. DeLuca,” the woman said finally, her voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?”

Carina snapped out of her trance, her head jerking up. For a moment, she just stared, her mind catching up to the question. She offered a quick apology, her smile practiced, polished. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice steady. “Just a bit tired. Let’s continue.”

The woman nodded, her eyes lingering on Carina’s face. Carina could see the doubt there, the unspoken question. But she didn’t have answers, not for her or herself, not for anyone else. So she focused on the chart, on the numbers and notes that had suddenly come into sharp focus.

The rest of the day was a blur, a series of faces and voices and routine tasks. Carina moved through it all with a practiced efficiency, her smile bright, her tone reassuring. But the fog never lifted, the weight never left. It was there, always there, a reminder of the nightmares that haunted her, of the shadowy figure just out of reach.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow through the windows. Carina sat with her legs tucked under her, her eyes fixed on the dancing flame of the fire.

Maya sat beside her, her posture relaxed but her expression was one of quiet concern. She had been watching Carina for a while, waiting for the right moment to speak.

Finally, Maya broke the silence. Her voice was soft, almost tentative, but laced with a concern she couldn't hide. "Can we talk about these nightmares you’ve been having?" she asked, her tone light but carrying the weight of her worry.

Carina sighed, the sound deep and heavy. She placed her cup on the table and ran a hand through her hair, the gesture revealing her frustration. Her eyes closed as she began to rub her temples, her fingers applying gentle pressure as if trying to ward off an impending headache. "I don't know what's causing them," she admitted, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of desperation. "It's like my mind is trying to tell me something, but I can't figure out what."

Maya shifted closer, her movement smooth and deliberate. She reached out, her hand gently squeezing Carina's. The touch was warm and reassuring, a silent promise of support. "Maybe it's time you see someone," Maya suggested, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "Dr. Lewis could help... We could go together. Just... to figure out what's going on."

Carina opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Maya's. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and gratitude, the weight of her struggles evident. She squeezed Maya's hand in return, a small smile playing on her lips, though it was tinged with sadness. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel so lost, like I'm stuck in this fog that I can't escape."

Maya's grip on her hand tightened, a silent reassurance. "You're not alone, Carina," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We'll figure out this together. I'm here for you, always."

The room fell silent again, but it was no longer oppressive. Carina leaned her head on Maya's shoulder, finding comfort in her presence. The flickering fire cast shadows on the walls, but in that moment, all that mattered was the light they found in each other.

[PRESENT]

Dr. Lewis emerged from behind her desk, her presence warm and grounding. “Good morning, ladies,” she said, her voice smooth and calming. "Carina! I'm glad to finally be meeting you. What brings you both here today?” Diane greeted them and gestured for them to take a seat.

Carina nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “Thank you for seeing me,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. She glanced at Maya, who squeezed her hand again, this time harder, as if to say, ‘You’ve got this’.

Carina took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she prepared to speak. "It's these nightmares," she finally said, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "They started a couple weeks ago, and they've been getting worse. I can't remember them when I wake up, but the feeling they leave... it's like a shadow hanging over me all day."

Dr. Lewis nodded thoughtfully, her expression empathetic. "I see," she said, "and how have you been coping with these nightmares, Carina? Have you discussed them with Maya?"

Carina glanced at Diane, the corners of her mouth twitching into a half-smile. “Not really,” she admitted, the weight of unsaid words hanging in the air. “I… I didn’t want to worry you,” She admitted, now looking directly at her wife, “also, there’s not much to discuss… I don’t really remember anything…”

Maya's brow furrowed as she leaned closer. “Carina, we’re married. We’re supposed to worry about each other,” she said softly, her blue eyes piercing yet filled with concern. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

A flicker of guilt crossed Carina’s face, but Dr. Lewis interjected, “It's understandable to want to protect those we love from our pain. But part of healing is sharing that burden. Tell me, Carina. What have you to say that would worry… Hurt? Maya?” Diane leaned in slightly, her demeanour inviting Carina to open up a little more.

Silence filled the room. Carina shifted in her seat, tension coiling tight in her chest. It felt like everyone was watching, waiting for the words to tumble out. “It’s just…” She faltered, searching for the right words, “it’s just that I feel like there’s a part of me that’s missing, something buried deep down. I can’t help but wonder if these nightmares are a way of my mind trying to tell me something,” She finally admitted, her voice trembling slightly at the confession.

Maya leaned forward, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean by ‘a part of you that’s missing’?’” she asked gently, curiosity laced with fear.

Carina bit her lip, feeling the weight of Maya's gaze. “It’s complicated,” she started, her voice barely above a whisper, “I myself don’t understand it and that scares me… Why now?” Carina looked at Dr. Lewis for guidance, her heart racing at the thought of diving deeper into the possible triggers of her nightmares. “Why are these dreams surfacing just as we just got married and are about to start a family?” Carina finally exhaled, her breath shaky.

Dr. Lewis nodded empathetically, allowing the silence to linger for a moment. “I see… You’re afraid that this nightmares are a way of telling you’re not ready,” Dr. Lewis leaned back, her eyes calm and encouraging, “sometimes our past has a way of waking up when we face new beginnings, Carina. It can be as if those buried emotions are trying to ensure that we're ready to move forward,” she paused, letting the space fill with possibility, “the dreams may feel disruptive now, but addressing them can lead to a healthier future, for you, for Maya and your baby.”

Carina's heart raced at Dr. Lewis's words, a mixture of fear and hope swirling within her. “But what if they’re just too painful to confront?”

Dr. Lewis nodded thoughtfully. “Pain often feels overwhelming, but it's also a powerful catalyst for healing. Sometimes, facing that pain can free you from its grip.”

Carina glanced at her wife, who offered an encouraging smile, though concern lingered in eyes. “And how can we figure out these nightmares?” She asked, now facing Dr. Lewis.

Dr. Lewis leaned forward, her voice softer, inviting. “We can start by exploring the memories that surface during hypnotherapy. It might feel daunting, but together we can work through them. Just remember, you’re safe and not doing this alone.”

Maya squeezed Carina's hand gently, grounding her amid the weight of the moment.

“What if everything changes?” Carina asked, her voice catching in her throat, the fear of the unknown clawing at the edges of her mind. “What if I find out something I don’t want to know? What if I…” Carina felt her breath quicken as the uncertainty enveloped her. Maya’s thumb rubbed calming circles on the back of her hand, a silent assurance that she was there, present and unwavering.

Dr. Lewis took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over them for just a moment longer before speaking. “Change is always unsettling, but it's essential to remember that self-discovery is a journey toward empowerment. You might find the answers you seek, and they can lead to deeper understanding and connection. And whatever you uncover, you must remember that you are still yourself, Carina. You are still a strong, capable person, with the capacity to love and be loved. That won’t change.” Dr. Lewis words wrapped around Carina like a warm blanket, creating a small pocket of courage amidst the tumult of her thoughts.

Carina took a deep breath, letting the warmth of Maya's hand anchor her. “Okay,” she said, determination threading through her voice, “if this can help me understand what’s happening… then I’m willing to try.”

“Good,” Dr. Lewis replied with a reassuring nod. “We’ll take it one step at

a time. I’ll guide you through it, and if things feel too intense, we can pause at any moment.”

With a deep inhale, Carina settled back in the chair as Dr. Lewis began to explain the process. “Hypnotherapy is a safe and effective way to explore subconscious memories,” she said, her tone reassuring. “It’s not about controlling your mind or making you say or do anything you don’t want to. It’s simply a way to relax your conscious mind and allow your subconscious to surface.”

Carina listened intently, her curiosity piquing despite the apprehension gnawing at her. She had so many questions, about why now, about what she might find, about whether she was even ready for this. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the calm, steady rhythm of her breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

“It’s possible that we’ll uncover memories you’ve suppressed,” Dr. Lewis continued, her words gentle but direct. “This could be challenging, but it’s also an opportunity for healing. Are you ready to proceed?”

Carina hesitated, her gaze drifting to Maya, who was watching her with unwavering attention. Maya’s expression was a mix of encouragement and concern. Carina swallowed hard, her heart racing as she nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible, “I’m ready.”

Maya squeezed her hand one last time before releasing it, her touch lingering as Carina stood and moved to the recliner. It was surprisingly comfortable, the leather soft against her skin as she settled in. Dr. Lewis walked over, a reassuring smile on her face. “Just relax, Carina,” she said. “Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice. Let go of any tension, any worries. You’re safe here.”

Carina nodded, her hands resting on her lap as she closed her eyes. The room seemed to fade away, replaced by the steady sound of Dr. Lewis’s voice guiding her into a state of deep relaxation. Her breathing slowed, her body growing heavier with each passing moment. It was strange, almost surreal, but also… peaceful.

Beside her, Maya sat rigidly in her chair, her eyes never leaving Carina’s face. She had promised to be here for her, to support her through everything, and she intended to keep that promise. But as she watched Carina’s chest rise and fall with each slow breath, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety. What would they find today? What secrets had Carina buried so deeply?

Maya’s own hands were clenched into fists in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to reach out, to touch Carina’s hand again, to remind her that she wasn’t alone. But she stayed still, her eyes fixed on the woman she loved, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the session began, the air in the room seemed to thicken, the silence heavy with anticipation. Carina’s face was calm, her expression serene, but Maya knew her well enough to see the faintest flicker of tension in her jaw. She was scared, even if she didn’t want to admit it. But she was also brave, braver than Maya could ever hope to be.

And as Carina’s breathing grew slower, her body relaxing further into the chair, Maya whispered under her breath, “You’ve got this.” She didn’t know what lay ahead, but she knew one thing for sure, she would be right there beside Carina, every step of the way.

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Carina found herself in a dimly lit nursery, the shift in atmosphere so abrupt it made her stomach flip. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the kind that made you want to whisper and tiptoe. Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but feel a hint of uneasiness, like she was trespassing on someone's sacred ground. The walls were adorned with vintage Italian nursery rhymes, their familiar tunes echoing faintly in her mind. A rocking chair swayed gently in the corner, as if someone had just gotten up from it.

She took a tentative step forward, the room was quiet, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. A crib sat in the middle of the room, its wooden bars worn smooth by time and use. She approached it slowly, her fingers reaching out to brush against the cool wood. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, a tactile connection to a memory she didn't know she had.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene. Was this her nursery? It felt familiar, yet distant, like a half-remembered dream. The room was filled with a sense of warmth and love, but also a lingering sadness that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She leaned in, her breath hitching slightly as she peered into the crib. Empty. But the blanket inside was rumpled, as if it had been recently occupied.

Carina's eyes widened as a soft lullaby began to play, its melody wrapping around her like a warm embrace. The tune was familiar, achingly so, like a song hummed to her a thousand times before. Her heart swelled with a nostalgia she couldn't quite place, a longing for something, or someone, just out of reach.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of her memories. Her mother's voice, soft and tender, yet filled with an undercurrent of sorrow. "Le mie piccole ragazze, sempre insieme."

Carina's breath hitched, her heart stuttering at the words. My little girls, always together. The phrase echoed in her mind, there was a weight to the words, a longing that made Carina's chest ache.

What did she mean by 'little girls'? Plural. A shiver ran down her spine, her fingers gripping the crib a little tighter. She remembered the way her mother would sing to her as a child, the same lullaby playing now, her voice filled with love and warmth. But there was always a hint of sadness, something distant in her voice that Carina never quite understood.

Her mother's voice echoed again, the words a soft whisper, "Sempre insieme, le mie ragazze." Always together, my girls. The phrase sent a pang of longing through Carina, a desire to understand, to know more. But with it came a wave of anxiety, a sense of apprehension that made her heart race.

She looked around the room, her eyes landing on the rocking chair in the corner. Carina's heart ached with a longing she couldn't quite place, a desire to understand the complexity of her past, the truth hidden behind her mother's words. She stepped back from the crib, her hands trembling slightly. The lullaby continued to play, its melody a haunting reminder of a past she didn't fully understand, a sister she never knew?

The soft lullaby faded, morphing into a harsh, steady beep that echoed off sterile walls. Her eyes widened as she took in the stark white of the hospital room, the overwhelming scent of antiseptic assaulting her senses.

"What the…" She started, her voice barely a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest, the abrupt shift in environment sending a wave of disorientation crashing over her. The stark contrast was jarring, the comforting nostalgia of the nursery replaced by the cold, clinical atmosphere of the hospital.

Her mother sat in a chair by the bed, her face streaked with tears, clutching a small pink blanket like a lifeline. Her father paced back and forth, his usually distant and stern demeanour replaced with an agitation that was palpable. The sight of them, so raw and vulnerable, sent a pang of unease through Carina.

"Mamma?" Carina's voice was tentative, a mix of confusion and concern. Her mother didn’t look up, it was like she was trapped in her own world, consumed by grief. The sound of the beeping machines filled the silence, a rhythm of despair echoing through her mind.

“Mamma!” Carina tried again, this time with more urgency as she stepped closer, eyes darting over the strange surroundings, desperate for a connection to bring. Nothing was making sense. She reached out to her mother, but her hand passed right through her. It was as if she were a ghost haunting this memory, unable to touch the warmth of the woman who she loved deeply.

A doctor came and leaned in close to Carina's mother. Her lips moved in a whisper, the words barely carrying across the sterile room. "Abbiamo fatto tutto il possibile. Mi dispiace, signora, ma non ce l’ha fatta." the doctor murmured, her voice laced with regret. Those words, we did everything possible. I’m sorry, ma’am, but she didn’t make it, hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. Carina's breath hitched as the meaning sank in, the finality of the apology echoing through her.

Her mother let out a soft wail, clutching the small pink blanket tighter, her knuckles white. The sound was raw, primal, filling the room and drowning out the beeps of the machines. Carina watched, her feet rooted to the ground, as her father stopped his pacing and turned to his wife, his face a mask of grief.

Carina's thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and denial. Who didn’t make it? What does this mean? Her eyes darted between her parents, the doctor, the blanket, trying to piece together the puzzle. But the pieces weren't fitting, the picture wasn't clear.

Her heart ached, a physical pain that left her breathless. She clutched her chest, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. The world as she knew it was crumbling, the foundation shaking beneath her feet. And all she could do was stand there, lost and adrift, in the cold, stark reality of the hospital room.

Her mother looked up, her eyes filled with a pain that seemed to have no end. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just a soft sob, a choked gasp that mirrored Carina's own. The room began to spin, the harsh lights and antiseptic smell suddenly too much to bear.

Carina reached out further, her hand grasping at empty air, desperate for connection, for answers. But the memory was already fading. Panic surged through her, a cold wave crashing against her heart. She wasn't ready to let go, not yet. Not until she understood.

"No, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Don't go. Don't leave me again."

But the memory was slipping away, leaving her with nothing but questions and an emptiness that ached like a physical wound. She clutched her chest, her eyes wide with disbelief and hurt. The world she had always known was falling apart, the ground unsteady beneath her feet. She felt torn between the urge to flee and the overwhelming inertia that kept her rooted in place, both lost and anchored in a sea of uncertainty.

As the memory faded to black, Carina was left with a sense of loss so profound it stole her breath. The unanswered questions lingered, a haunting echo in the emptiness. Did she had a sister? What happened to her? Did she died? Why did her parents keep this secret? The not knowing was a physical pain, a gaping hole in her chest that threatened to consume her.

The first thing Carina became aware of was the soft, warm light filtering through her eyelids. It was a stark contrast to the harsh fluorescents of the hospital room she had just left behind in her mind. She blinked slowly, her surroundings coming into focus with a blurry haze. Dr. Lewis's office, she realised, her gaze landing on the familiar sight of the therapist's calming decor.

Dr. Lewis was leaning forward in her chair, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and kindness. "Carina," she said softly, her voice a gentle anchor pulling Carina back to the present. "Take your time. You're safe here."

Carina nodded, her throat dry and tight. She felt disoriented, like she had just woken from a dream that was both beautiful and terrifying. Her heart was still pounding, the echo of her mother's sobs and the cold hospital room lingering in her mind. She took a deep breath, the scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser helping to ground her.

"Here," Dr. Lewis offered, handing Carina a glass of water. "Take a sip. It'll help."

Carina accepted the glass, her hands shaking slightly as she brought it to her lips. The cool water slid down her throat, soothing the raw ache. She set the glass down on the side table, her fingers tracing the condensation absentmindedly.

"How are you feeling?" Dr. Lewis asked, her voice gentle but probing.

Carina took a moment to consider the question. How was she feeling? Overwhelmed, confused, heartbroken. But beneath all that, there was a spark of something else, determination. She needed answers, and she wasn't going to rest until she got them.

"I... I don't know," Carina admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like there's this huge piece of my past that I never knew existed. And now that I do, I can't just ignore it."

Dr. Lewis nodded understandingly. "It's natural to feel that way, Carina. You've just uncovered a significant part of your history. It's going to take time to process and understand."

Carina looked down at her hands, still trembling slightly in her lap. Maya, seated beside her, reached over and covered them with her own, giving a gentle squeeze. Carina leaned into the touch, drawing strength from Maya's silent support.

"I know I need to confront my parents," Carina finally confessed, her voice steadier than before. "I can’t just let this linger in my mind. I need to understand why they never told me."

Maya's grip tightened, her expression a mix of encouragement and caution.

Diane nodded slowly, her brow furrowed as she considered Carina's words. "That’s a brave decision, Carina,” she validated Carina’s first thought and added, “you need to be understanding and know that perhaps their silence might have stemmed from a place of fear and pain…”

Carina sighed heavily, the weight of Dr. Lewis's words settling deep within her. "Fear and pain," she repeated, the phrase tasting a little bit too close to home for her liking.

Perhaps there was a reason she had been experiencing those nightmares over the past few weeks, leaving her with an uneasy feeling each and every day.

Dr. Lewis scribbled down some notes, then looked back up at Carina. "And how does this make you feel about Maya’s pregnancy? About the fact that you’ll soon became a mother?"

Carina's hand instinctively went to Maya’s stomach, her fingers splaying protectively over the small bump. "I'm terrified," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "What if... what if something happens to the baby? What if I lose this one too?"

Maya's grip on Carina's hand tightened, her thumb tracing soothing circles on Carina's skin. Dr. Lewis leaned forward, her expression one of understanding and empathy.

"Carina," Dr. Lewis said softly, "you need to remember that this baby is not just an extension of your past, they are a new beginning. Each child is a clean slate, a chance to break the cycle of fear and grief."

Carina took a deep breath, trying to let Dr. Lewis' words sink in. She looked over at Maya, her partner's blue eyes filled with love and reassurance.

Maya smiled softly, as if to say everything would be okay. Carina could feel her heart beating in rhythm with the soothing cadence of Maya’s thumb against her skin.

"I want that," Carina said slowly, her voice gaining strength. "I want to break that cycle, but it's hard." The uncertainty of the future loomed large, a shadow that threatened to swallow her whole.

Sensing Carina’s inner turmoil, Diane took a moment before replying, her voice gentle but firm. "It's okay to feel that way. Parenting comes with its own set of challenges, especially when you've experienced loss. And that fear will always be there, but you have to look forward and understand that the past doesn’t dictate your present or future.”

Carina nodded, taking another deep breath. "I know that... I know that logically, but my heart keeps pulling me back." She sighed again, frustration bubbling just beneath her calm facade. "How do I reconcile the joy of this new life with the grief of a sibling I never got to know? It's all tangled up inside me."

Maya's grip tightened as she leaned in closer, resting her forehead against Carina's. "You don't have to do it alone," she said softly, her breath mingling with Carina’s. "We’ll figure this out together. You can honour the memory of your sister while embracing the joy of our baby. It's okay to hold both feelings."

Carina’s eyes glistened with unshed tears at Maya's comforting words. She felt a rush of gratitude, the warmth of Maya’s presence enveloping her like a protective cocoon.

Dr. Lewis smiled encouragingly. "And remember, it's okay to take things one step at a time. You don't have to have all the answers right away."

Carina chuckled softly, the sound breaking through the heaviness of the moment. "One step at a time? Sounds like my current life motto." She squeezed Maya's hand, grateful for the momentary levity amidst the weight of their conversation.

Maya chuckled, her laughter a sweet melody that broke the tension in Carina's chest. "Well, if we're doing mottos, I think mine is put out fires, not feelings.” Maya grinned, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Carina raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Is that your way of saying you're not very good at the emotional stuff? Or that you have to work on putting out fires?"

Maya feigned offence, placing a hand dramatically on her chest. "Excuse me! I'm an expert in putting out fires, thank you very much. It’s the emotional stuff that sometimes leaves me a little… Scorched."

Dr. Lewis was trying very hard to keep her composure, clearly amused by the silly banter between the two women. "Well, it does sound like you'll both make quite the dynamic duo in tackling parenting, and emotional fires, for that matter. Trust me, as a doctor, I've seen my fair share of emotional fires. You two have the potential to thrive if you can find the balance between laughter and those heartfelt moments."

Carina nodded, a smile breaking through her earlier turmoil. "Balancing laughter and heartfelt moments? Sounds manageable… In theory." She bit her lip, glancing at Maya, who raised an eyebrow as if silently asking for more.

Maya leaned back slightly, embracing the lightness that had taken hold of the room. "In theory, that’s what parents do, right?” She turned to Diane as if seeking validation. “Like, laughter in the park one minute, and the next minute you’re drying tears from a scraped knee with a side of life advice?”

Dr. Lewis chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Exactly! Parenting is a rollercoaster of emotions, joy, sorrow, laughter, and fear… Yes, fear is a part of it. You just need to learn not to be consumed by it." She caught Carina's gaze, her expression turning earnest, "like with your sister, Carina. It's okay to feel scared about the past and what you may uncover. Just remember, it doesn’t shape who you are today and has nothing to do with how the future will unfold."

Carina felt a lump form in her throat at the mention of her sister. It was still too raw, like an open wound that refused to heal just yet. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "Right, fear. Got it. I can handle fear," she murmured, like she was trying to convince herself as much as anyone else.

Dr. Lewis offered a reassuring smile. “I know you can. And you have an incredible partner by your side. Lean into that. Remember that the best support system is the one you build together.”

Maya grinned, reaching over to squeeze Carina’s hand. "We’ve got this," she said, a playful defiance in her voice.

Carina returned the squeeze, her smile gaining strength and sincerity. "We do, don’t we?" She looked between Maya and Dr. Lewis, feeling a renewed sense of hope and determination in the shared warmth of their encouragement.

The office door made a soft creak after they heard a knock and a nurse poked her head in, gently reminding Dr. Lewis of her next appointment. Diane nodded, waving her off with an understanding smile before returning her attention to the couple. "Time’s almost up, but remember, you're not alone in this journey. And sometimes a little chaos can be a beautiful thing."

Maya and Carina both nodded, their hearts lighter than when they’d first settled into the office chairs. As they stood to leave, Dr. Lewis added, "Oh, and if you ever need a last-minute babysitter, you know where to find me!" Her eyes twinkled with mischief but softened with sincerity.

After they left, Carina felt a sense of calm wash over her. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face it head-on. With Maya by her side and the truth as her guide, she was determined to unravel the complexities of her past and step into the future with renewed strength and resilience.

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Maya stood at the entrance of the fire academy, feeling like she might throw up. Her nerves and the nausea that came with her pregnancy turned her stomach into a tight knot. It was her first day as an instructor, and she was determined to prove herself. But as she caught the doubtful glances from the trainees, her confidence wavered. The whispers reached her ears, hushed but clear. "Can she even demonstrate drills in her condition?" The words stung more than she cared to admit, and she unconsciously placed a protective hand over her small baby bump. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She wasn't just any firefighter. She was Maya Bishop, former Olympic athlete, and Fire Captain. She could do this. She had to do this.

As she walked into the classroom, the trainees' eyes followed her every move. She could practically feel their skepticism, her stomach twisting with a mixture of anxiety and resolve. Maya straightened her shoulders, forcing herself to stand tall despite the queasiness threatening to overwhelm her. She took a slow, deliberate breath and cracked a lopsided smile. It was hard enough to fight the nausea without having to fight for their respect too. She straightened her shoulders, trying to project confidence, but the doubt in the room was almost suffocating.

Maya cleared her throat, her voice louder than she intended as she introduced herself. "Alright, everyone," she began, her voice steady but warm, "I'm Maya Bishop," she said, forcing a smile. "I've been with the Seattle Fire Department for over a decade and served as Captain of Station 19. Before that, I was an Olympic athlete." Her eyes scanned the room, watching as some of the trainee's exchanged glances. She could see the question in their eyes: Can she keep up?

Ignoring the knot in her stomach, Maya pressed on. "This academy is a great opportunity for all of you, and I'm here to make sure you succeed. But you'll only get out of it what you put in, so be ready to work hard." She saw a few nods of agreement, but the doubt still lingered. Her own words sounded hollow, even to her ears. How could she convince them when she wasn't even sure she could convince herself?

She moved to the front of the room, outlining the day's schedule on the board. The effort made her dizzy, and she gripped the edge of the desk to steady herself. She took a deep breath, willing the nausea to pass. It was relentless, a constant reminder of how much her life had changed, how much her body had changed. The second trimester of her pregnancy had just begun, yet the morning sickness hadn't subsided. Carina had told her that the second trimester would be easier, but she had yet to see any evidence of that.

She pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the task at hand. Maya straightened, her jaw set with determination. "The first exercise will be a timed drill," Maya explained, turning back to face the class. "You'll be working in pairs, rotating through different stations." She paused, her vision swimming for a moment before snapping back into focus. "And I'll be watching to make sure you're doing it right. If you're not, we'll keep going until you do."

Her words were met with a mixture of reactions. Some trainees nodded, their expressions eager. Others looked skeptical, like they were just waiting for her to prove them right and fail. She swallowed hard, the bile rising in her throat. The physical discomfort was bad enough, but the doubt and judgment made it feel even worse.

Maya took a step back, needing a moment to collect herself. She couldn't let them see her falter, not now, not ever. She rested a hand on her stomach, feeling the slight swell beneath her palm. For Carina, for their baby. She had to be strong. She had to prove that she was still capable, still the firefighter she'd always been.

She closed her eyes briefly, gathering her strength before opening them again. The trainees were still watching, their eyes fixed on her. She straightened her back, summoning every ounce of determination she had left. "Let's get started," she said, her voice firm despite the uncertainty gnawing at her. "I'll show you how it's done."

Carina stood in the delivery room, her hands steady as she performed a routine delivery. But her mind was miles away, consumed by thoughts of her twin sister. She nearly dropped a surgical instrument, causing a nurse to give her a concerned look. The incident shook her, forcing her to focus on the task at hand. She couldn't afford to let her distraction affect her work, not when lives were at stake. But the questions and doubts refused to be silenced, a constant hum at the back of her mind.

After the delivery, Carina retreated to her office and decided to call her parents again. They had flown to Italy a couple weeks prior. She had tried before, she had made several attempts to get to the bottom of this new information that was haunting her, but her mother had been evasive. Now, with her heart pounding, she dialed the number, hoping they'd finally give her some answers.

“Ciao, amore! How is your wife?” Her mother’s voice was warm, cheerful even, but Carina wasn’t fooled.

“Mamma, we need to talk about this,” she said, diving straight into the heart of the matter. Her tone left no room for evasions.

There was a pause, long enough to make Carina’s heart race with both anticipation and dread. “Carina, tesoro, why are you worrying about things from so long ago?”

"Because it’s not just 'things from long ago, Mamma," Carina said, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. "It’s my life. My past. My sister. I need to know the truth. Why didn’t you ever tell me I had a twin?"

The silence stretched on the other end of the line, heavy and suffocating. Carina could hear her mother’s breathing, shallow and uneven, as if she were holding back tears. Finally, her mother spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Carina... tesoro,” her mother’s voice broke, thick with emotion. “This… this is not an easy subject for me or your father. It’s complicated. We need time to… to find the right way to explain it to you.”

Carina’s grip tightened on the phone, her knuckles turning white. “Mamma, I don’t need the ‘right way.’ I just need the truth. Please. I can’t keep living with these questions.”

Her mother sighed, a sound so heavy it felt like it carried decades of pain. “I know, amore. I know. But this isn’t something we can talk about over the phone. It’s… it’s too much. Give us time, per favore.”

Carina opened her mouth to argue, to demand answers, but the line went silent. Her mother had hung up. She stared at the phone in her hand, frustration and hurt bubbling up inside her. Carina’s hand trembled as she set the phone down on her desk. The silence in her office was deafening, the weight of her mother’s words pressing down on her chest. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, between the need for answers and the fear of something unknown.

She returned to her work, trying to lose herself in the routine of patient care. But her distraction nearly led to another mistake when she misread a chart, almost prescribing the wrong medication. A nurse caught the error, giving Carina a worried look.

The incident shook Carina, forcing her to recognize how deeply her emotional state was affecting her work. She couldn't keep going on like this, not when the questions about her past were interfering with her ability to care for her patients.

Carina realized she needed to confront her parents more directly. She couldn't let the uncertainty linger any longer. It was too much to bear, and it was seeping into every part of her life. She had to find a way to get the answers she needed.

Maya held the fire hose with steady hands, demonstrating the proper technique to the trainees. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing was labored as she pushed herself harder than she should. Her small baby bump was a visible reminder of the life growing inside her, but she refused to let it slow her down. The physical effort was intense, and she felt the strain in every muscle. But she needed to prove herself, to show them that she was still the same firefighter she'd always been.
A male trainee made a dismissive comment, something about taking it easy. The words stung, but Maya used them as fuel. She pushed herself even harder, moving with the confidence and authority of someone who had been doing this for years.
She showed another technique, this one even more physically demanding, her movements precise and efficient. She could feel the trainees watching her, their skepticism slowly shifting to something else. Respect, maybe?

Maya pushed through the discomfort, her determination stronger than the nausea that threatened to overtake her. She would show them what she was made of. She would show herself too.
As the drill went on, she felt her body begin to protest. The dizziness hit her like a wave, sudden and disorienting. She stumbled, her vision blurring as she caught herself against a wall.
A concerned trainee rushed to her side, asking if she was okay. Maya nodded, but the gesture felt hollow.

How could she be okay when her body was betraying her like this? She wanted to push through, to ignore the limitations her pregnancy had imposed. But she knew she couldn't. Not if she wanted to keep herself and the baby safe.
With a deep breath, Maya forced herself to accept the reality of her situation. She was still a firefighter, still capable, but she couldn't ignore what her body was telling her. She had to find a way to balance her pride with the needs of the life growing inside her.

Carina found Amelia in the doctors' lounge, her heart heavy with the revelation about her twin sister. Amelia looked up from her phone, surprise flickering across her face before it was replaced by concern. "Hey," she said, setting the device aside. "You okay? You look like you just found out your life is a soap opera." The words hit closer to home than Carina cared to admit, but she managed a small smile as she settled into the chair across from Amelia.

Carina confided in Amelia about the twin sister revelation. "I've spent my entire life not knowing I had a sister who died," she said, her voice breaking. "How do I even process that?" Amelia listened attentively while making them both coffee, her expression a mix of empathy and curiosity.

Amelia handed Carina a steaming cup of coffee, her eyes soft with understanding. "That’s... a lot to unpack," she said, sitting back down. "But you’re not alone in this, Carina. You’ve got Maya, you’ve got me, and you’ve got your parents, even if they’re being a little evasive right now. You’ll get through this. And hey, maybe it’s time to give them a little push. Sometimes people need a nudge to face the hard stuff. But you have to understand that it might not be easy for them either. They’ve carried this secret for so long, and it’s probably just as painful for them as it is for you to uncover it now." Amelia’s voice was gentle, but her words carried a weight that made Carina pause. She took a sip of her coffee, the warmth grounding her as she processed Amelia’s advice.

Carina nodded slowly, her fingers tightening around the mug. "It’s just... I don’t know how to push them without feeling like I’m forcing them into something they’re not ready for," Carina admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But at the same time, I can’t keep living with this uncertainty. It’s eating away at me."

Amelia leaned forward, her expression softening. "I get that," she said gently. "But sometimes, you have to put yourself first. This is about you, Carina. Your past, your identity. You deserve to know the truth, even if it’s hard for them to talk about it. You just have to find a way of being mindful of their feelings too.”

Carina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she nodded. “You’re right. I just… I don’t want to hurt them, but I can’t keep living like this.”

Amelia gave her a small, encouraging smile. “You won’t be hurting them, Carina. You’ll be helping all of you heal. Secrets have a way of festering if they’re left in the dark too long.”

Carina managed a weak smile in return, feeling a little lighter already. “Thanks, Amelia. I needed to hear that.”

Amelia leaned back in her chair, her tone shifting to something more playful. “You know, though, if your family secrets were a movie, it would be one hell of a drama. Like, Oscar-worthy material. ‘The Deluca Chronicles: Twins, Tragedy, and Too Many Secrets.’ I can see the tagline now: ‘Some families have skeletons in the closet, the Delucas have an entire graveyard.’”

Carina couldn’t help but laugh, the sound a little shaky but genuine. "You’re not wrong," she admitted, shaking her head. "It does feel like something out of a telenovela. I just never thought I’d be the one living it.”

Amelia grinned, clearly pleased to have lightened the mood even a little. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re definitely the star of the show. And hey, at least you’ve got a built-in support system. Mayas got your back, and so do I. We’ll get through this together, one dramatic twist at a time."

Carina laughed again, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. "Thanks, Amelia. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Amelia waved her off with a playful smirk. "Probably be way lamer, for starters. But seriously, Carina, you’ve got this. And when you finally get those answers, you’ll feel... a sense of closure. Or at least, you’ll have a starting point to work through it all.”

Carina nodded, feeling a small spark of hope ignite within her. Amelia’s words were a reminder that eventually everything would be okay. She took a deep breath, the weight of her emotions still heavy but now tempered with a sense of purpose. "You're right," she said, her voice steadier now. "I need to face this head-on. I can't keep letting it control me."

Maya sat at the kitchen counter with an ice pack on her forehead, her exhaustion evident as she waited for Carina to finish preparing a light dinner.

Carina was equally tired but focused on making something they could both stomach. She glanced over at Maya, a worried expression crossing her face. "You sure you're okay?" she asked, setting a plate in front of Maya.

Maya sighed, nodding. "Yeah… Today at work, while I was demonstrating some techniques, an almost faint caught me off guard, that's all. It was nothing. It's just... a lot harder than I expected," she admitted, her hand resting on her small baby bump.

Carina’s eyes widened, her hands freezing mid-motion as she set the plate down. "An almost faint? Maya, that’s not nothing," she said, her voice laced with concern. She moved closer, her medical instincts kicking in as she placed a hand on Maya’s forehead, checking for any signs of fever. "Did you fall? Did you hit your head?"

Maya waved her off, leaning back slightly. "I’m fine, Carina. Really. I just overdid it a little today. I caught myself before anything happened. The academy medic checked me out, everything’s fine. Baby’s fine. I’m fine."

Carina frowned, her brow furrowing as she studied Maya’s face. "You’re sure? Because if there’s even a chance something’s wrong…"

"Maya cut her off with a soft smile, reaching up to take Carina’s hand. "I promise, babe. I’m okay. Only tired. And maybe a little stubborn," she added with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Carina sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly, but the worry still lingering in her eyes. "You have to be careful, Maya. You’re not just looking out for yourself anymore."

"I know," Maya said quietly, her hand drifting to rest on her stomach. "And I will be. But I also can’t let this pregnancy make me feel like I’m less capable than I am. I need to prove that I can still do this job."

Carina nodded slowly, though her expression was still troubled. "Just... promise me you’ll listen to your body. If it tells you to slow down, you slow down. No arguments."

"Deal," Maya said, squeezing Carina’s hand before letting go and picking up her fork. "Now, let’s eat before this gets cold."

As they ate, Carina couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest. She watched Maya carefully, noting the way she seemed to be pushing herself harder than she should. But she also knew how much this meant to Maya, proving herself at the academy, showing that she could still excel despite the challenges of pregnancy.

Later that evening, as they sat together on the couch, Carina leaned into Maya’s side, her head resting on her shoulder. "You know," she said softly, "you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Least of all to me."

Maya sighed, wrapping an arm around Carina and pulling her closer. "I know," she murmured. "But I need to prove it to myself."

Carina nodded, understanding more than Maya realized. She knew what it was like to feel like you had something to prove, to others and to yourself. But she also knew the toll it could take.

They took turns sharing their experiences from the day. Maya discussed her physical limitations and how she hated admitting them. Carina described her near mistakes at work and her conversation with Amelia.

Maya listened intently, her fingers absently tracing patterns on Carina’s arm. “You’re carrying so much right now,” she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. “I wish I could take some of that weight off your shoulders.”

Carina smiled faintly, leaning into Maya’s touch. "It’s okay,” Carina murmured, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “We’re both carrying a lot.”

Maya nodded, her hand resting on her stomach as she let out a slow breath. “Yeah… Maya murmured, her voice soft but heavy with the weight of their shared struggles. She leaned her head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling as if it might hold some kind of answer. "Sometimes it feels like we’re both trying to carry the world on our shoulders, and I don’t know if we’re strong enough to keep holding it up," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carina turned to look at her, her heart aching at the vulnerability in Maya’s tone. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Maya’s ear. "You don’t really believe what you’re saying, bambina. Besides, we don’t need to carry the world alone," Carina said softly, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. "We have each other. And that’s enough. We’re enough.”

Maya turned to look at her, her blue eyes searching Carina’s face for reassurance. "You really believe that?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Carina smiled, her hand cupping Maya’s cheek. "I do," she said firmly. "We’ve been through so much already, and we’re still here, still fighting. That’s not nothing, Maya. We’re stronger together than we are apart."

The exchange reinforced their bond, Maya’s eyes softened, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leaned into Carina’s touch. “You always know what to say,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how you do it.”

Carina chuckled softly, her thumb brushing against Maya’s cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you in line," Carina teased, her tone light but her eyes serious. "And besides, you’re not the only one who’s stubborn. I’m not letting you carry this alone, Maya. Not now, not ever."

As they prepared for bed, their exhaustion gave way to more intimate moments. Maya's hands roamed over Carina's body, her touch igniting a familiar spark. "How about I show you how grateful I am for your pep talk?" Maya teased, nipping at Carina's earlobe. "Oh, Bella. That's cheating. You're tired and need to rest." Carina groaned softly as Maya's fingers found their way under her shirt, her resolve slipping away with every caress. She finally surrendered with a laugh, pulling Maya closer. "I can never say no to you."

Just as they were about to lose themselves in the moment, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. They exchanged a puzzled look, Carina slipping out of bed to see who it could be at that hour.

Carina opened the door to find a courier with a registered letter from Italy. Her heart skipped a beat as she signed for it, recognizing her mother's handwriting on the envelope. She stared at it, her mind racing with possibilities, fear and hope mingling in a dizzying dance.

Maya came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "What's that?" she asked, her voice curious but gentle. Carina held up the letter, her eyes meeting Maya's. "I think… I think it's the answers I've been waiting for."

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Carina sat in the living room, her fingers trembled slightly, the letter from her mother gripped tightly in her hands. She couldn’t bring herself to open it, not yet. It felt like a ticking time bomb, each second she waited bringing her closer to some inevitable truth she wasn’t sure she wanted to face. Maya sat beside her, a quiet presence, her hand resting lightly on Carina's knee as if to say, I'm here. But even that small comfort couldn't appease the storm brewing inside her.

For weeks now, the uncertainty had eaten away at her. She was used to dealing with the unexpected in her career, in her life with Maya, but this felt different. Bigger. More dangerous. A secret kept for so long it had festered into something monstrous. She wanted to know, needed to know, but the fear of what she might find was almost paralyzing.

The envelope felt heavy in her hands, like it carried the weight of decades. She stared at her mother’s handwriting, clear and elegant, as familiar as her own name. Her heart pounded in her chest as her gaze flicked to Maya, searching for something she couldn't name. Reassurance? Permission? Maya's eyes were soft, filled with the kind of understanding that made Carina’s breath catch. She swallowed hard, steeling herself for whatever was inside. Whatever had been kept from her all these years. Her fingers tore through the seal, and as she unfolded the paper, she felt the world shift beneath her feet.

Figlia mia,

If you’re reading this, then the silence I’ve carried for so long has finally shattered. I’ve wanted to tell you for years. But I didn’t know how to give voice to something I barely survived.

You weren’t born alone.

You had a twin. A sibling who came into this world just minutes before you, fragile, breathing, alive. I held you both for the briefest moment. I remember your little hands curling instinctively around my finger. You were perfect. You both were.

You were also both born intersex.

The doctors said it was “rare,” “complex.” They said we needed to act quickly, to assign a sex surgically so you could live “normal” lives. I said no. I wanted time to understand. I wanted you to have time. But your father… your father was still young then, a doctor desperate to be respected among other doctors. He let them convince him it was necessary, urgent. Easier for everyone.

They intended to operate on both of you. But your twin had been born first, so they began with the firstborn.

I was taken to recovery. I thought you were both safe. When I asked to see you both, the nurses looked at each other for too long. When your father finally came to me, he told me your sibling had died during the surgery, complications, they said. Bleeding. Infection. An accident.

But it wasn’t the truth.

When you began asking questions, when I saw something stirring in you that I’d long buried in myself, I pressed him. I needed answers too. I wanted to know why he stopped me from telling you, why all the secrecy. And eventually, he broke.

Your father told me the truth. Not just the part I believed to be the whole truth, but the part he kept from both of us all these years.

When something went wrong in surgery, your father panicked. He made a decision I will never forgive him for. Your sibling didn’t die. Instead of telling me, instead of giving me the chance to hold our child again, he gave them away. To a private institution. A facility that handled “cases like this.” I don’t know its name. I don’t even know if your sibling survived.

He told me I would never have accepted it. That I didn’t need to know. That you didn’t need to know.

But he was wrong. We both did.

I don’t have the answers you deserve. I only have the truth as I know it now, and the hollow ache of a lifetime spent loving a child I believed had died. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

And I want you to know this: I never would have chosen this. Not for you. Not for them. You were both perfect. You still are.

All I was left with was the aching, breathtaking realization that my child might still be out there, that after all these years of silence and loss, there’s still a fragile, flickering chance to find them.

I’ve already begun looking.

It’s not easy, there are few records, many dead ends, but I’ve traced one lead that makes me believe your sibling may have been sent to the United States. If that’s true, then they may still be alive. And reachable.

I will keep searching. And if you want to help me, if you want to know, then we’ll find them together.

With all my love,

Mamma

Her eyes darted across the page, seeking something, anything, that would make sense of the chaos in her mind. As the sentences sank in, she felt her stomach drop. Her mother’s words echoed in her head, each one a blow.

The revelation hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her gasping for air. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stare at the words on the page, their meaning too huge, too impossible to grasp. Her father had sent the baby away after a surgery gone wrong, and her mother had been powerless to stop him.

“Carina?” Maya’s voice cut through the fog, gentle and grounding. Carina looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her hands shook as she clutched the letter. “What is it?” Maya asked, her voice soft but urgent. She reached for Carina’s hand, her touch warm and steady, but Carina could barely feel it.

Carina opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She tried again, her voice a whisper, barely audible. “It’s true that I had a sibling,” she said, the words tasting foreign and wrong. “A twin. They… he gave them away.”

She watched Maya’s expression shift from confusion to shock to anger, a mirror of her own turbulent emotions. “Oh my God, Carina,” Maya breathed, her hand flying to her mouth. She reached for Carina, pulling her close, as if to shield her from the devastation. “I can’t believe it. What in the hell? He?”

“My father,” Carina choked out, her voice breaking. “He… he gave them away. After the surgery. They didn’t die, but there were complications… He didn’t told my mother. He just… he just sent them to some facility. I don’t even know if they’re alive now.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, her chest ached with a grief so deep she thought it might break her in two.

Maya’s arms wrapped around her, holding her together when she felt like she might shatter. “I’m so sorry, Carina. I’m so sorry.”

She clung to Maya, burying her face in the crook of her neck, her tears hot and silent. How could they have kept this from her? How could they have let her live her whole life not knowing? Her father’s decision loomed large and terrible in her mind, casting everything she thought she knew into doubt.

“Thirty-six years,” she choked out, the betrayal slicing through her. “They lied to me for thirty-six years.”

Maya pulled back slightly, her hands on Carina’s shoulders, her gaze steady and unwavering. “We’ll figure this out,” she said, her voice fierce and determined. “We’ll find out what happened. You’re not alone in this.”

Carina looked into Maya’s eyes, seeing the exhaustion there, the toll of everything they’d been through in the past weeks. Her guilt surged, mingling with the grief and anger, a toxic mix that threatened to overwhelm her. “I don’t know if I can…” she began, her voice breaking.

“You can,” Maya interrupted, her grip tightening. “We can. Together.”

Carina nodded, the motion small and uncertain. She wanted to believe Maya, to believe that they could face this like they had faced everything else. But the doubt was a constant presence. She let Maya draw her in again, the familiar scent of her shampoo, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat a balm to her fragile state.

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped around each other. Carina’s thoughts spiraled, looping back to the same unanswerable questions, the same unbearable truth. She felt Maya’s breath warm against her skin, felt the solid reality of her presence, and it was enough. For now, it was enough.

The room was empty except for the echo of Carina's voice, unsteady and raw as she told Andrea everything. The letter. Their father. The lies. Her phone was pressed tightly to her ear, as if proximity could somehow convey the urgency of what she had to say.

“They lied to us, Andrea,” she said, her voice cracking with disbelief. “They lied about everything.”

A pause stretched between them, long enough that Carina thought she might break from the waiting. She held her breath, willing him to respond, to say something that would ease the ache in her chest. But when he finally spoke, his voice was incredulous, bordering on disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asked, the shock clear even across the distance. “A twin sibling?”

Carina nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “Yes,” she said, her throat tight with emotion. “I had a twin, and they never told us. They never told me.”

Andrea’s silence was heavy, and Carina could almost picture him on the other end, processing the enormity of it all. She imagined him pacing, his expression shifting from confusion to anger to something darker and more volatile. “How could they…” he began, but his words were swallowed by a surge of outrage. “How could they do this?”

“I don’t know,” Carina replied, her own anger rising to the surface, searing her insides. “I don’t know how they could live with themselves. It’s like we never mattered. Like they never mattered.”

Andrea let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “I always knew there was something off about the old man,” he said, his words laced with contempt. “But this? This is another level.”

Carina’s grip tightened on the phone, her knuckles white. Hearing Andrea’s anger, his disbelief, made it all feel more real. Less like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from, and more like the terrible truth she would have to face.

“We’ll get to the bottom of it,” Andrea promised, the words a lifeline Carina clung to with everything she had. “I have some contacts in Europe, people who might know something. And we can look through Pappa’s old records, see if there’s anything he didn’t manage to cover up.”

Carina nodded again, the motion more certain this time. She could do this. They could do this. “I found a place in the States,” she said, her mind already spinning with possibilities, plans taking shape out of the chaos. “A facility where they used to send infants with ‘complex’ medical issues. Maybe they were there. Maybe we can find a trail.”

She heard Andrea’s sharp intake of breath, the promise of something new, something real, hovering between them. “I’ll start digging on my end. We’ll find them, Carina. I promise,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand miles.

Her heart ached at the conviction in his words, the faith she was struggling to hold onto herself. “I want to believe that,” she admitted, the confession raw and unguarded. “But what if we’re too late? What if…”

“We won’t know unless we try,” Andrea interrupted, his tone gentle but insistent. “I’m not giving up, and neither should you.”

Carina took a deep breath, letting his determination boost her own. “Okay,” she said, the word both an agreement and a plea. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

They ended the call with a plan, a course of action that felt at once exhilarating and terrifying. Carina sat in the empty room, the echo of Andrea’s voice lingering in the air like a ghost. She knew they were only just beginning, that the hardest part was still to come. But she also knew she didn’t have to face it alone.

The night settled over them like a soft, heavy blanket. Carina and Maya lay in bed, the room dark except for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. They were both wide awake, though neither had spoken in what felt like hours. The silence was thick, a palpable presence between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy. Like everything else in their lives right now.

Carina stared at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic jumble of thoughts and fears and half-formed questions. She couldn’t shake the image of the letter from her mind, the words burned into her memory with cruel precision. Her mother’s confession, the terrible truth about her twin. The sibling she never knew, never got to love or hate or resent for taking up too much space. The sobling who was sent away like a secret shame. Her heart twisted painfully at the thought, guilt gnawing at her insides. How could she have gone her whole life without knowing? Without even suspecting?

She turned to Maya, needing the comfort of her presence, the solidity of her understanding. Her voice was tentative, the words thick and unsteady. “What if I never find out what happened?” she asked, the question a bare whisper in the darkness. “What if they’re gone, and I never get to know the truth?”

Maya shifted beside her, her movements slow and careful, like she was afraid of breaking the fragile stillness. “You will, my love,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “We will. No matter what it takes, we’ll find out.”

Carina’s breath hitched, a tremor running through her. “But what if it’s too late?” she pressed, the fear and doubt bleeding into her voice, making it crack. “What if I never get to know them?”

Maya turned to face her, their eyes meeting in the half-light. “Then we’ll make sure their memory isn’t lost,” she said, reaching for Carina’s hand and squeezing it gently. “We’ll honor them, Carina. You’ll make sure they’re not forgotten.”

Carina swallowed hard, trying to choke down the knot of emotion lodged in her throat. She wanted to believe Maya, wanted to trust in the certainty of her words. But it was hard, so hard, when everything felt like it was crumbling around her. “It’s just… it hurts so much,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I didn’t even know them, and it hurts so much.”

Maya moved closer, her warmth so peaceful to Carina’s frayed nerves. “I know it does,” she murmured, her breath soft against Carina’s skin. “I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

Carina closed her eyes, letting Maya’s words sink in. The weight of the day pressed down on her, but Maya’s presence was a lifeline, steady and unyielding. She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Maya’s shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough…”

“You are,” Maya promised, her voice a soft thread of certainty weaving through the darkness. “You are, Carina. It’s just going to take time.”

Carina let out a shaky breath, the sound too loud in the quiet room. “I hate that,” she admitted, a hint of wryness in her voice. “I hate waiting.”

Maya smiled faintly, the expression bittersweet. “Tell me about it,” she said, the words carrying a weight that had nothing to do with Carina’s family and everything to do with her own struggles.

Carina shifted, her brow furrowing as she studied Maya’s face. “What is it?” she asked, the question quiet but insistent. “What’s wrong?”

Maya hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line as she debated whether to tell Carina the truth. But she knew her wife too well, knew that she wouldn’t let it go until she had an answer. “I just… I don’t know if I’m cut out for this new job,” she confessed, the admission reluctant and painful. “I feel like they don’t take me seriously. Like they’re just waiting for me to fail.”

Carina’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in Maya’s voice, the doubt that didn’t belong there. “Because of the pregnancy?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with frustration.

“Yes and no,” Maya replied, her tone bitter and self-deprecating. “I can see it in their faces. They don’t think I can keep up. And maybe they’re right. I’m tired all the time, and I can’t even make it through a day without getting sick or dizzy. But I don’t think I’m capable to get through those kids. I don’t have it in me, it’s not something that’s in my nature.”

Carina’s grip on Maya’s hand tightened, her other hand reaching out to cup Maya’s cheek. “You’re not a quitter,” she said, her voice fierce with conviction. “You’re capable of doing anything, Maya. Don’t let them make you doubt that.”

Maya closed her eyes, leaning into Carina’s touch, the warmth of her palm a comfort and a challenge all at once. “I don’t know how to be this person, Carina,” she admitted, the words almost a sob. “The one who’s sidelined, the one who isn’t the best. It’s not who I am.”

“It’s who you are right now, and you’ll be the best! That, I have no doubts about.” Carina said, her tone gentle but firm. “And that’s okay to struggle. It doesn’t mean you’re not still amazing. It doesn’t mean you’re not still you.”

Maya let out a shaky breath, the tension in her shoulders easing a fraction. “I just don’t want to let anyone down,” she said, the admission quiet and ashamed.

“You won’t,” Carina replied, her certainty a rock for Maya to cling to. “Not me, not our baby. Not those little pesky recruits. And not yourself, either.”

They lay there in the darkness, the silence wrapping around them like a cocoon. It was still heavy, but less suffocating now, less unbearable. They had shared the weight of their struggles, and even if nothing was fixed, even if everything was still uncertain, things were somehow lighter.

Carina shifted closer, her hand drifting to Maya’s belly, her touch featherlight. “At least one of us isn’t having an identity crisis,” she murmured, her words a mix of wonder and amusement. “How are you doing in there, huh?”

Maya laughed softly, a huff of breath against Carina’s hair. “Hopefully better than we are out here,” she said, her tone ironic but affectionate.

Carina smiled, the expression small but genuine. “She’ll be amazing,” she said, the words a promise, a hope, a truth she needed to believe.

“He,” Maya corrected, her voice teasing and warm.

“She,” Carina insisted, a teasing note in her own voice too.

They fell silent again, the air between them filled with all the things they couldn’t say. But it was a comfortable silence, one that spoke of shared fears and hopes and dreams. They might not have all the answers, might not have any of them, but they had each other. And as Carina’s hand rested over the gentle swell of Maya’s belly, she felt a flicker of something bright and enduring settle deep inside her.

The house was silent around her. Carina sat at her desk, the blue glow of the laptop screen illuminating her tired face. It was late, but Carina was wide awake, her mind racing even as her body screamed for rest. She had been at it for hours, her fingers dancing over the keyboard in a frantic, desperate search for something, anything, that might lead her to the truth about her sibling.

The darkness pressed in around her, but she barely noticed, her focus entirely on the task at hand. The screen was filled with search results, pages and pages of text that she devoured with an intensity bordering on obsession. Hospital records, medical journals, archived news articles. She clicked through them with single-minded determination, each link a new possibility, a new thread to follow. Her eyes burned from staring at the screen for so long, but she ignored the discomfort, pushing herself to keep going. She had to find something.

Her thoughts raced as fast as her fingers, looping back to the same questions, the same fears. Was she too late? Had the trail gone cold years ago, leaving her with nothing but the ghost of a sibling she would never know? The uncertainty gnawed at her insides, a relentless hunger she couldn’t satisfy. But she wouldn’t give up, couldn’t give up. Not when there was still a chance, however slim, that she might find answers. She refused to let her twin be lost to the void of her family’s lies.

Time slipped away as she clicked through page after page, the minutes stretching into hours, the night growing darker and deeper. Each lead ended in disappointment, each dead end a fresh wound. Her frustration grew, building into a pressure she could barely contain. She glanced at the clock, it was late, too late. But she pushed the thought aside, she would find something. She had to.

But the obstacles seemed insurmountable, the challenges multiplying with each passing moment. Her father’s meticulous secrecy, the years that had slipped by, the miles and borders and unspoken truths that lay between her and the answers she looked for.

And then, just as she felt her strength begin to subside, she found it. A reference buried deep in the archives, a single line of text that sent a jolt of electricity through her tired body. Her heart leapt in her chest, adrenaline flooding her system as she clicked the link, following it to a description of a now-defunct medical facility in Illinois. It had been known for dealing with “complex infant cases” in the 1989s, its reputation one of controversy and secrecy.

Carina’s hands shook with a mixture of hope and fear as she read the details, her mind racing with possibilities. It wasn’t confirmation, not yet, but it was something. The first real lead she’d found. She sat up straighter, her exhaustion forgotten, replaced by a surge of energy and determination. This was it. This had to be it.

The night stretched on, endless and consuming, but Carina didn’t care. She had a place to start, a thread to pull. Her sibling wouldn’t be lost. Not if she had anything to say about it. She whispered into the quiet, her voice steady and full of promise. “We’re going to find you.”

Chapter Text

Maya pushed through the front door, her body tired but mind alert. The academy had been easier today. No dizzy spells, no rushing to the bathroom. Just the normal exhaustion that came with teaching recruits who still doubted her capabilities but were starting to realize how good at teaching and how good at her job Maya actually was. She dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her boots, the familiar sounds of home wrapping around her.

Carina sat hunched at the desk, laptop screen glowing against her face. Papers covered every available surface. Maya recognized the intensity in her wife's posture. The same focused energy that had kept Carina up searching for answers about her twin.

"Find anything new?" Maya asked, moving closer.

Carina didn't look up. "Maybe. There's a woman who worked at this Illinois facility. She might still be alive. We’re trying to track down contact information."

Maya stood behind the chair, studying the tension in Carina's shoulders. She'd been at this for hours. Days, really. The obsession had taken hold completely since finding that first lead.

Maya's hands settled on Carina's shoulders, thumbs pressing into knotted muscle. "When did you last eat?"

"I had coffee."

"That's not food."

Carina leaned back slightly into the touch but kept scrolling. "I'm close, Bambina. I can feel it."

Maya bent down, lips brushing against Carina's neck. The scent of her shampoo mixed with something uniquely Carina. "You've been ‘close’ all week long."

"This is important."

"I know." Maya's hands slid down Carina's arms. "But you need a break."

Carina's fingers paused on the keyboard. Maya felt the shift in her breathing as lips traced the curve of her throat.

"Maya..."

"I've missed you." The words came out raw, honest. "These past weeks with the morning sickness, I couldn't even think about this. But now..." Her hands moved to Carina's waist. "God, I want you so much."

Carina hesitated, her mind and body at odds. But Maya's insistent kisses traveled down her neck, sending shivers of electricity through her tired body.

Carina turned in the chair, eyes searching Maya's face. "Your energy's back?"

"More than back." Maya pulled Carina to standing, bodies pressing together. "I spent all day thinking about coming home to you. About what I wanted to do to you."

Carina's resolve wavered visibly. Her gaze dropped to Maya's lips, then lower to the slight curve visible beneath her shirt. "The baby bump's showing more."

"Touch me." Maya guided Carina's hands to her stomach. "Feel how I've changed."

Carina's palms spread across the gentle swell. Maya watched her expression soften, research temporarily forgotten.

"I need you," Maya whispered against Carina's ear. "I need to feel connected to you again. To remember what we are together beyond all this chaos."

Carina's breath hitched. "Maya..."

"Tell me you don't want this too." Maya's teeth grazed Carina's earlobe. "Tell me you haven't thought about it."

"I can't tell you that." Carina's hands tightened on Maya's waist. "But the research…"

"Will still be there in an hour. Or two. Or tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or next week…" Maya pressed closer, feeling Carina's body respond. "But right now, I need my wife."

Their mouths met, urgent and demanding. Papers scattered to the floor as Maya pressed Carina back against the desk. Hands fumbled with buttons, zippers, fabric barriers that suddenly seemed intolerable.

Their kiss was desperate and heated, fueled by pent-up desire and the need for connection. Carina's hands gripped the edge of the desk, her body arching into Maya's, as their mouths dueled and teeth grazed sensitive skin. Maya fumbled with the buttons on Carina's shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of her wife's skin beneath her fingers.

Their only concession to their different circumstances was the careful placement of Carina's hand on Maya's stomach. The baby, so small yet bigger than life itself.

Maya didn't miss the way Carina's eyes darkened with desire as their hands connected over her swelling belly. She cupped Carina's cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath her fingers, and gently guided her wife's head downward. Their lips met in another searing kiss and Carina's fingers curled into Maya's hair, angling her wife's head to deepen the kiss.

In that heated moment, the worries of their worlds melted away, replaced by the familiarity of bodies that knew each other's secrets.

"Bedroom," Carina gasped between kisses.

Maya's response was a soft chuckle before her mouth zeroed in on a particularly sensitive spot on Carina's neck. It had been weeks since they'd been this close, weeks since they'd felt this electricity.

They stumbled up the stairs, leaving clothes in their wake. Maya's shirt hit the floor first, followed by Carina's. By the time they reached the bedroom, only underwear remained.

Maya pushed Carina down onto the mattress, straddling her hips. "Do you know how many times I imagined this? Lying in bed those mornings when I was too sick to move, just wanting to touch you but my body wouldn't cooperate."

Carina's hands roamed over Maya's skin, relearning familiar territory. "You never told me."

"What was the point? Would've just frustrated us both more." Maya rocked against Carina, drawing a groan from them both. "But now I can finally show you."

She kissed down Carina's throat, across her collarbone. Carina arched beneath her, fingers tangling in blonde hair. Her eyes fluttered shut as Maya's lips trailed down her body, and her mind became consumed by the sensations coursing through her.

Maya took her time, savoring every sound Carina made, every tremor that ran through her body. Her hands roamed over Carina’s skin, mapping every curve and crevice as if they'd forgotten the feel of her. The sensation was intoxicating as she moved lower, pressing soft kisses along the crotch of Carina's underwear. Carina arched her hips upward, silently begging for more.

When Carina's breathing grew ragged, Maya moved back up to capture her mouth. "I love you," she breathed against Carina's lips. "I love you so much."

Carina then suddenly flipped them over, eyes dark with desire, her strength taking Maya by surprise.

Their positions now reversed, Carina's eyes burned with hunger. "I need you too," she growled, copying Maya's earlier words.

Maya could only nod, her heart racing in anticipation as Carina began tracing the same path Maya had taken, but slower, more deliberate. She paid special attention to Maya's breasts, fuller and more sensitive than before. Maya gasped at the sensation, oversensitive in the best way.

Carina's fingers slid down Maya's stomach, gently avoiding the sensitive area where their baby lay. Instead, her hand drifted lower, teasing the very center of Maya's desire. Maya moaned, arching her hips into the touch, her body aflame with need.

Carina's lips trailed a line of kisses along Maya's jawline, her hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I want you," she whispered, her voice a husky confession. "I've missed this.”

"Please," Maya begged, parting her legs and lifting her hips off the bed.

Carina could no longer bear the tension between them. With a growl low in her throat, she shifted her body, carefully and skillfully pressing her erection against Maya's wetness. Maya gasped, her eyes flying open as she looked up at her wife, a sea of desire and trust reflecting back at her.

In one fluid motion, Carina guided her swollen cock, already slick with their combined juices, to Maya's entrance. Their eyes locked as Carina began to push in and out, slowly at first, gauging Maya's reaction. Maya's lips parted in a silent moan, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. It had been so long since she'd felt this complete, this connected to her wife.

With each centimeter of Carina's shaft that disappeared inside her, Maya's hips arched upwards, her body silently begging for more. Their breathing grew ragged, the sound of their flesh slapping together the only noise in the room, save for the muffled moans escaping their lips.

Carina's hands moved to Maya's hips, gripping her tightly as she increased her tempo, her thrusts becoming more primal, more urgent. Maya's nails carved trails on the sheets, her head tossing from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure repeatedly overcame her.

"I love you," Carina gasped out, her voice raw with emotion. "I've never loved anyone like this before."

Maya groaned in response, her hips picking up the pace. "Neither have I," she managed to grunt out. "You...complete me in ways I never knew possible."

As the two women moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their breathing ragged and uneven, a wave of emotion swept over them both. Their eyes locked, reflecting the depth of love and longing that surpassed mere physical desire.

"I've missed this," Maya gasped out between ragged breaths. "So much. I feel like I'm finally back in my own skin…"

Carina's eyes shone with a mixture of love and lust. "Like we are whole," she managed to say before burying her head in Maya's neck, her hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

As their bodies moved together in a primal dance of desire, Carina's thoughts swirled with fear and uncertainty. Carina took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice the words that had been weighing on her heart for so long. "I want you to know...," Carina trailed off, her voice catching in her throat.

Maya's heart skipped a beat, her anticipation building. "What is it?" she managed to ask, her voice ragged, afraid to break the vulnerable connection they'd established.

"I... I’m afraid, Maya. Afraid of what's to come, of the future.” Her confession landed between their bodies like a stone, a stark contrast to the intimate and unique moment they were experiencing.

Maya felt it. As both women became one, Maya responded with equal vulnerability, her voice barely a whisper. "I know, baby. I'm scared too." She tightened her arms around Carina, trying to convey her love and support as much as possible through their physical connection. “It will be ok, I promise.”

The sexual act transformed into something more profound, transcending mere physical and elevating their carnal connection to a spiritual plane neither had ever experienced before. Their hearts pounded in sync with their wild thrusts, their souls intertwining with a familiarity and intimacy that could make them feel at peace over and over again.

As Carina plunged deeper into Maya's, she could swear she felt not just the warmth and wetness of her wife's core, but also a light pouring from within her. With each stroke, Carina's own chest swelled with an indescribable warmth, as if she would be safe as long as she was with Maya.

Maya, in the same vein, experienced a similar sensation. With each arch of her hips, she felt herself losing touch with her physical body, her awareness expanding to encompass her entire life with Carina.

As Carina and Maya's passionate lovemaking reached its peak, their breathing became deeper and their bodies moved together in a desperate, frantic rhythm. They had needed this connection for so long, this release from their individual burdens and the uncertainty of their futures. Their movements became more primal, both women lost in the intensity of the moment.

Maya's moans grew higher in pitch, her eyes squeezing shut as the wave of her release crashed over her, flooding her core around Carina's thrusting shaft.

With one final, powerful thrust, Carina's climax also washed over her in a white-hot wave. Her entire body tensed, as she threw her head back.

As their orgasms subsided, Carina and Maya collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch their breath. The room felt charged with a newfound energy, as if their souls had been sewn together in some irreversible way.

They lay tangled together afterward, breathing gradually slowing. Maya traced patterns on Carina's bare shoulder.

"Better than you imagined?" Carina asked, voice teasing but warm.

"So much better." Maya pressed a kiss to Carina's temple. "Though we're definitely not done."

Carina laughed, the sound vibrating through both their bodies. "Good. Because I have some ideas of my own."

"Oh really?"

"Really." Carina's hand drifted down Maya's stomach, making her shiver. "Round two coming up!"

Maya pulled her closer, worries and responsibilities forgotten for now. They had the whole weekend ahead of them. Everything else could wait.

Saturday morning light filtered through the curtains, painting golden strips across tangled sheets. Maya woke first, her body deliciously sore from the night before. She turned to watch Carina sleep, dark hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink.

The worry lines that had creased Carina's forehead all week had smoothed away. She looked younger, peaceful. Maya reached out to trace the curve of her jaw but stopped, not wanting to wake her yet.

Her hand drifted to her own stomach instead. Fifteen weeks now. The bump was small but unmistakable. Their baby. Growing inside her while the world was madness and chaos around them.

Carina stirred, eyes fluttering open. She smiled when she saw Maya watching her.

"Morning," Carina murmured, voice rough with sleep.

"Morning." Maya shifted closer. "Sleep well?"

"Better than I have in weeks." Carina's hand found Maya's hip. "You?"

"Same." Maya pressed a kiss to Carina's shoulder. "Though I'm not quite ready to get up yet."

"No?" Carina's hand traveled higher, fingertips running along Maya's ribs. "What did you have in mind?"

Maya rolled on top of her wife, settling between Carina's thighs. "I want you to touch me. Really touch me. Feel all the ways I'm different now."

Carina's hands immediately went to Maya's breasts, fuller than before. Maya gasped at the contact, still amazed at how sensitive they'd become.

"They're beautiful," Carina said, thumbs circling nipples that hardened instantly.

"They're sore most of the time. But when you touch them..." Maya rocked against Carina. "It's different. Good different."

Carina sat up, and then laid her wife in the bed. Now on top of her, her mouth replaced her hands, tongue swirling patterns that made Maya's head fall back. Every nerve felt amplified, every sensation magnified.

"God, Carina..."

Carina's hands gripped Maya's hips, guiding her movements. "Good. Let me feel you."

Maya moved against her, chasing the building pressure. Carina's mouth never stopped its attention to her breasts, alternating between gentle and firm in a way that drove Maya wild.

Maya's moans grew louder, her body responding to Carina's skillful attention. Carina looked up, her eyes meeting Maya's as she continued her ministrations. The connection between them was electric, the intimacy of the moment palpable.

Invigorated by Maya's responses, Carina redoubled her efforts, alternating between sucking, biting, and teasing each nipple. Her other hand slid down to gently massage the swollen area around Maya's mound, just below where their child now grew.

Maya's hips bucked, her orgasm building with every touch and tug of Carina's lips. "I'm... I'm..." Maya panted, her hands grabbing at Carina's hair.

Carina didn't need to be told what was happening, she could feel Maya's arousal, hear the desperation in her voice. She continued her assault on Maya's breasts, adding the slightest bit of bite to her kisses.

And then it happened. Maya arched her back, her whole body tensing with the force of her orgasm. Carina felt the waves crash through her wife, her own body tingling in response.

Maya came with Carina's name on her lips and tears in her eyes. The intensity overwhelmed her, hormones making everything feel bigger, deeper.

"Hey." Carina held her close. "You okay?"

"More than okay." Maya laughed shakily. "That was just... intense."

Carina brushed a damp strand of hair from Maya's forehead, kissing her temple gently. "It's the hormones."

Maya managed a weak smile. "I know. It's just... everything feels... more.”

"I can try to be more gentle." Carina's voice held a teasing note.

Maya playfully slapped her wife's chest. "No! Don’t you dare! I want nothing else than more of this." She gestured vaguely at her post-orgasmic self.

Carina chuckled and helped Maya to lie down at the head rest again. "You're allowed to feel however you want to feel, Bambina. Pregnancy's a rollercoaster.”

Maya propped herself up on one elbow, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, a rollercoaster, huh? That's what we're calling it?" She said with playful sarcasm. "Here I thought I was just growing a whole human being while dealing with a challenging pregnancy, trying to prove myself at a new job, dealing with family drama and being the best wife I can be. But sure, let's go with 'rollercoaster.'"

Before Carina could respond, Maya's hands shot out, grabbing her wife's wrists and she got on top of her with surprising speed. The movement was swift, decisive, fueled by the renewed energy that had been absent for weeks.

"You know what?" Maya said, pinning Carina beneath her. "Since I’m becoming such an expert on rollercoasters, let me show you what this particular ride feels like.”

Carina swallowed hard when she saw the determination in her wife's eyes. She recognized the tenacity of Captain Maya Bishop, the fearlessness and determination when facing down a five-alarm fire. Except now, all that intensity was focused entirely on her.

Maya's mouth began their exploration, methodical and thorough. She knew every sensitive spot on Carina's body, had memorized them over the time they’ve been together. Her mouth traveled down, taking time to appreciate every inch. When she reached the junction of Carina's thighs, she paused.

"I love this about you," Maya said, fingers tracing Carina's unique anatomy. "Every part of you."

Carina's breath caught. Even after so long together, Maya's complete acceptance still moved her.

Maya's mouth followed where her fingers had been, tongue working expertly. She knew exactly what Carina needed, had memorized every response. Her fingers joined her mouth, filling Carina in the way she craved.

In that moment, the outside world melted away again, leaving only the two of them. Maya's tongue and fingers worked in synchrony, driving Carina's arousal higher with each passing second. Carina's nails dug into the sheets, her hips bucking in time with Maya's ministrations.

"Maya..." Carina gasped, her voice strained with need, "I'm... I'm...”

Maya knew the signs well, and she cleverly shifted her angle, teasing Carina even more. Carina arched her back, her entire body trembling on the precipice. "Maya, I'm..." she gasped again, her voice breaking.

With a final, deep thrust of her fingers and swirl of her tongue, Maya sent Carina over the edge. Carina's body tensed, and she cried out, her release intense and shattering. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her as Maya didn't relent, bringing her down gently from the heights of ecstasy.

Finally, as her heart rate began to return to normal, Carina's eyes opened. Maya looked up at her, a smug grin on her face. "That, Mrs. Deluca, is what a rollercoaster feels like."

Carina managed a weak laugh, her muscles still throbbing in the aftermath of her orgasm. "Point taken, Captain. And that’s Mrs. Deluca-Bishop for you. Thank you very much!" She ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, catching her breath. "I underestimated your stamina. You are indeed a wild ride!"

Maya climbed back up the bed, settling down next to Carina. The two of them lay side by side, their heartbeats gradually slowing down. "I've... missed this," Maya said, her vulnerability showing.

"Me too," Carina agreed, shifting so their bodies were pressed together. "After everything we've been through... I needed this.”

Maya intertwined their fingers, squeezing gently. "I love you, you know.”

"Oh, really? I would never have guessed it. Here’s a little secret for you… I love you too." Carina responded, her voice filled with amusement and emotion at the same time.

They lay catching their breath, limbs intertwined. Maya's head rested on Carina's chest, listening to her heartbeat slow.

"Can I ask you something?" Carina's voice was thoughtful.

"Anything."

"How do you feel about me possibly having a sister out there?"

Maya propped herself up on an elbow, curiosity showing across her face. She hadn't really considered it from her own perspective, having been mostly concerned with how Carina had been feeling. "Honestly? I think it could be amazing for us."

"Really?"

"Really. You've always wanted a big family. And I know I could use some practice when it comes to dealing with family members…" Maya traced circles on Carina's stomach. "Maybe having a sister could be a good thing."

"I've been so focused on the betrayal, the lies. I hadn't thought about it that way." Carina's expression shifted, something like hope flickering in her eyes. "A sister. Someone who might understand things about me that no one else could."

"Exactly." Maya kissed her softly. "And our baby would have an aunt."

"If we find her. If she's still alive. If she wants anything to do with us." Carina couldn’t help but worry with the aftermath of her crusade to find her sister.

"Those are a lot of ifs. But isn't it worth trying? We’ll address all those ifs when the time comes." Maya tried to appease Carina’s worries.

Carina nodded slowly. "It is. I'm just scared."

"I know." Maya's hand found Carina's, fingers interlacing.

They kissed again, slow and deep. When Maya pulled back, there was mischief in her eyes.

"Want to try something?" Maya asked smirking.

"What kind of something?" Carina looked at Maya with suspicion.

Maya guided Carina to sit against the headboard, then positioned herself carefully on top of Carina’s legs, crouching. "I read that this position is good during pregnancy. Takes pressure off my belly and back."

Carina raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite her initial wariness. "Okay, Captain, show me what you've got."

Maya leaned in, capturing Carina's lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring, teasing. Maya's hands roamed Carina's body, stopping at her breasts. Carina moaned into the kiss as Maya teased her nipples. Then her fingers continued trailing down Carina's body, leaving a sea of goosebumps in their wake. Slowly, deliberately, she started teasing the growing shaft between Carina’s thighs, causing her to gasp and buck her hips upwards. Maya smirked, enjoying the delicious power she held over her wife's body.

"You like that?" Maya purred, relishing in the pleasure she was giving her wife. Carina just nodded eagerly. She then carefully lowered herself onto Carina, both of them groaning at the contact. Maya moved experimentally, finding a rhythm that worked.

"How's that?" Carina asked, hands steadying Maya's hips.

"Good. Really good." Maya increased her pace, then suddenly screamed. "Wait, no. Nope! Leg cramp. Leg cramp!"

She rolled off gracelessly, as much as possible, grabbing her calf. Carina immediately began massaging the muscle, trying not to laugh.

"Sexy," Carina groaned.

"Very." Maya said defeated while Carina worked out the knot.

"Maybe we save that one for post-baby?" Carina said fully laughing now.

"Definitely retired until further notice." Maya flexed her foot as the cramp eased. "God, that was not in my pregnancy books."

They dissolved into giggles, the moment of possible frustration transformed into shared humor. When they finally caught their breath, Carina pulled Maya back against her.

"We'll figure it out," she said. "All of it. The positions, the sister search, the baby."

Maya turned to kiss her. "Yep, we will."

They stayed in bed another hour, talking and touching each other in equal measure. The search could wait. The world could wait. Right now, this connection was what they both needed.

Sunday afternoon steam filled the bathroom, hot water beating down on intertwined bodies. Maya pressed Carina against the tile wall, mouths fused together while water cascaded over them.

"This was a good idea," Carina gasped as Maya's mouth found her neck.

"I have my moments." Maya's hands roamed slick skin, reacquainting themselves with every curve.

They'd barely left the bedroom all weekend, only venturing out for food and hydration before returning to their bubble of intimacy. Now the shower offered a new setting for their reconnection.

Maya dropped to her knees despite Carina's protest about the hard surface. "I'll be fine," she insisted, looking up through water-darkened lashes. "More than fine."

Her mouth quickly found Carina's cock, tongue working expertly despite the water streaming down. Carina's hands braced against the walls, legs trembling as Maya's fingers joined her mouth.

"Maya... I can't... standing..."

Maya stood quickly, turning Carina to face the wall. "Here, grab the side rails. Better?"

"Yes."

Maya placed a hand around Carina’s body and fingers found a steady rhythm along her length while her other hand slipped between Carina's legs from behind. Carina gasped as Maya pressed inside her vagina with one finger. Then two fingers.

Slowly, Maya's fingers began to move in and out rhythmically while stroking her length. Carina's hips bucked involuntarily against Maya's body, moans echoing off the tiled walls.

"Oh god, Maya... yes... there..." Carina panted, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the shower's railing for support.

Maya could sense her wife's impending climax, the delicious tremors vibrating through Carina's body as she neared the edge. She increased her pace, wanting to send Carina over the edge into oblivion.

Carina let out a guttural moan, her body tensing as she came, her release hot and wet against the shower wall. Maya continued to stroke her through her orgasm, gently bringing her down from her high.

Finally, Carina slumped against the wall, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat that the running water quickly swept away. Maya, on the other hand, felt invigorated, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Damn you! You’re incredible," Carina breathed, her chest still heaving as aftershocks rippled through her body. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of hot water, every nerve ending still tingling from the intensity of what Maya had just done to her.

Maya propped herself up, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Damn right I am," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with renewed energy. The exhaustion that had plagued her for weeks seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a vitality that made her practically glow. "And I'm just getting started."

Carina laughed, the sound breathless and incredulous. "Getting started? Bella, I can barely move.”

"That's the point," Maya said, trailing a finger down Carina's sternum, watching with satisfaction as her wife shivered at the touch. "I've been feeling like my body has been betraying me for weeks. But right now? Right now, I feel like I’m invincible!”

"Your poor recruits tomorrow," Carina teased, though her voice was still tinged with pleasure. "They have no idea what's coming for them. Maybe I’ll help them out by worn-ing you out today. Come here…"

Maya did go there, eagerly, no fighting, no complaints, no opposition.

They switched positions, Carina pressing Maya against the wall now. Her hand traveled down Maya's water-slicked body, pausing at her stomach.

"Still amazes me," Carina murmured. "Our baby's in there."

"Getting bigger every day." Maya's breath hitched as Carina's hand moved lower. "Though right now I'd rather focus on other things." She clarified.

Carina obliged, fingers finding Maya ready. She set a steady rhythm, thumb circling just right. Maya's hips rocked against her hand, chasing release as her arms went around Carina’s neck for stability.

"Look at me," Carina commanded softly.

Maya's eyes opened, meeting Carina's. The intensity of that connection, combined with Carina's skilled touch, pushed her over the edge. She came embarrassingly fast with a scream, grateful for the shower's sound cover.

"I think we've traumatized the hot shower water," Maya panted as they finally turned off the water.

"Worth it." Carina grabbed towels for them both.

They made their way to the living-room couch downstairs, still wrapped in their towels, bodies relaxed and completely satisfied. Carina curled against Maya's side, head on her shoulder.

"I've been thinking," Carina said, fingers playing with Maya's damp hair.

"Dangerous."

Carina poked her ribs. "I'm serious. About my sister. If she exists, if we find her... I’ll want to know her."

Maya lifted her head. "Yeah? I’m not surprised at all. It sounds exactly like something you’d want to do."

"The anger's still there. At my parents, at the situation. But underneath that..." Carina took a breath. "There's excitement. Hope. The possibility of having a sister who shares my history, my biology. Someone who might understand parts of me that no one, even you, Maya, my other half, can't fully grasp."

"That doesn't offend me, you know. There are parts of you I'll never fully understand, just like there are parts of me you can't. That's what makes us interesting."

Carina smiled. "When did you get so wise?"

"Pregnancy brain. It made me philosophical." Maya's hand found Carina's. "But really, I want this for you. A sister could be incredible."

"She might not want contact. She might have her own life, her own family. She might resent us for having the life she didn't get." Carina couldn’t help but be nervous about the possible outcome of the whole ordeal.

"All possible. But we won't know unless we try. Or she might be looking for us too," Maya countered, her thumb stroking across Carina's knuckles. "She might have spent years wondering about her biological family."

Carina nodded slowly. "Andrea's been helping. He found someone who might have worked at the facility around the right time. He’s trying to get us a phone number."

"That's amazing." Maya shifted to face her fully.

"I don’t want to get our hopes up. But after this weekend..." Carina's voice softened. "I feel ready to hope again."

Maya kissed her gently. "Good. Hope's good."

They sat quietly for a moment, then Maya placed Carina's hand on her belly. "Feel that?"

"What?" Carina's palm pressed flat against the bump.

"I swear I felt something earlier. Like bubbles. The books say that's what early movement feels like."

Carina turned her head and looked at Maya, “It’s a bit early for the baby’s quickening movements, Maya. Usually they come later, especially if it is a first pregnancy.” The doctor reasoned, “But I guess it’s not completely outside of the realm of possibility, the growth of human life is incredible and you’re incredible.”

"Maybe. Or it could be all the pizza we ate last night." Maya grinned.

They both laughed, but kept their hands in place, waiting. Nothing happened, but neither minded. The possibility was enough.

"We should probably eat actual food soon," Carina said eventually.

"Probably." Maya made no move to get up. "But not yet."

"No, not yet." Carina agreed.

They stayed on the couch as the afternoon light shifted toward evening. Carina talked more about her sister search, the leads she was following, the facility in Illinois. Maya shared her growing excitement about motherhood, the way her body's changes made everything feel more real.

"I used to be terrified," Maya admitted. "Of being like my father. Of ruining our kid the way he tried to ruin me."

"You won't." Carina stated like it was clear as water.

"I know that now. This weekend, feeling this connected to you, to the baby... Even the damn kids at the academy, I think they’re slowly coming around. I know we're going to be okay. Better than okay."

Carina pulled her closer. "We are. All of us. Including my mystery sister, if we find her."

"When we find her," Maya corrected. "Not if. When."

The confidence in Maya's voice made Carina's chest tight with emotion. "When," she agreed.

They made plans as the sun set. Carina would call as soon Andrea got the worker’s contact. Maya would look into her academy schedule, figuring out how to balance work with the increasing demands of pregnancy. They'd start setting up the nursery next weekend.

"And maybe take another weekend like this soon?" Maya suggested with a grin.

"Definitely." Carina pulled her in for a kiss. "Though next time we pace ourselves better. I'm definitely going to be walking funny tomorrow."

"You and me both." Maya seriously agreed.

They finally moved to make dinner, working side by side in comfortable domesticity. The weekend had transformed them both. Carina's obsessive anxiety about her sister had shifted to cautious optimism. Maya's pregnancy concerns had eased into anticipation.

As they prepared for bed that night, Maya stopped Carina with a hand on her arm. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this weekend. For reminding me that we're more than our struggles. We're this too."

Carina cupped Maya's face. "And we will always be."

They soon fell asleep wrapped around each other, Maya's head on Carina's chest, both smiling. Tomorrow would bring new challenges. The sister search would continue. The pregnancy would progress. Work would demand their attention.

But tonight, they had peace. They had each other. They had hope.

It was enough. It was everything.

Chapter Text

Maya stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed, watching her recruits struggle with the ladder drill. Most of them moved with adequate precision, their bodies finding the rhythm after weeks of practice. But Alex lagged behind, her smaller frame fighting against the weight of the equipment, each movement hesitant and uncertain.

Maya pushed off from the fence and walked over. The other recruits continued their rotations, but her focus narrowed to Alex's awkward grip on the ladder. The recruit's knuckles were white with strain, her shoulders hunched forward in a way that would destroy her back in a real fire situation.

"Stop," Maya called out. Alex froze mid-climb, her body tense. "Come down."

Alex descended slowly, her face flushed red. When her boots hit the ground, she kept her eyes fixed on the dirt. Maya moved behind her, hands hovering near Alex's shoulders without touching.

"Your posture is wrong," Maya said. "You're carrying all the weight in your upper body. Here." She tapped Alex's hip with two fingers. "Power comes from here. Plant your feet wider."

Alex adjusted her position, but the movement was still uncertain. Maya demonstrated the proper position, her own body moving with the muscle memory of countless drills. Even with her pregnancy starting to show more prominently, the movements came naturally.

"See the difference?" Maya asked. "Your core supports the weight, not your arms. Try again."

Alex nodded and approached the ladder. This time, her movements were more confident, though still not perfect. Maya watched her complete the drill, noting the improvement in her form.

at the end of the drill, the other recruits immediately began stripping off their gear, eager to escape the morning heat. They filed toward the locker rooms in groups of two and three, their voices carrying across the yard. Alex moved slower, taking her time with each buckle and strap. She folded her turnout coat with unnecessary precision, then refolded it when the corners didn't align perfectly.

Maya pretended to check her clipboard, but her attention stayed on Alex. The recruit moved to the gear rack and began organizing helmets that were already in perfect order. Her hands fidgeted with her gloves, turning them inside out, then right side again. She picked up her mask, wiped the already clean visor, set it down, then picked it up again.

The training ground emptied completely. Only the two of them remained, the silence broken by the distant sound of traffic and the sound of metal clinking as Alex rearranged equipment that didn't need rearranging.

Maya set down her clipboard and walked over reluctantly. "Something on your mind?"

Alex's hands stilled on the mask. She didn't turn around. "No, Captain. Just making sure everything's properly stored."

"The gear was fine five minutes ago." Maya leaned against the rack, positioning herself where Alex couldn't avoid seeing her. "What's really going on?"

Alex's shoulders dropped. She set the mask down carefully, her movements deliberate and slow. When she finally looked up, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "I don't think I can do this."

"The drills? You're improving. That last run was much better."

"No, not just the drills." Alex's voice cracked. "All of it. Being a firefighter. Being... me."

Maya waited. She'd learned that silence often drew out more truth than questions, even though this was an uncomfortable position for her.

"My parents think I'm wasting my life," Alex continued, the words tumbling out faster now. "They wanted me to be a lawyer. Or a doctor. Something respectable. Not this." She gestured at the gear, the training ground, herself. "And it's not just the job. They found out about... about my girlfriend. They kick me out and haven't spoken to me in three months." Alex confessed with reluctance, but had figured out that Maya would be a safe person to come out to, since everyone at the academy knew their Captain was married to a woman.

The pain in Alex's voice was raw, familiar. Maya recognized it, that particular ache of parental rejection. Her own father's voice echoed in her memory, harsh and demanding, never satisfied with anything less than perfection.

"My father was abusive," Maya said. The words came out unexpectedly, without a second thought. It was a gut reaction, she felt the need to connect with the recruit and she couldn’t explain why.

Alex's head snapped up, surprise evident on her face. "He pushed me to be an Olympic athlete. Nothing was ever good enough. Every loss was a failure of character. Every win just meant the bar got set higher." Maya paused, her hand unconsciously drifting to her stomach. "I spent years thinking his voice in my head was my own. Thinking his standards were the only ones that mattered. It took a long time to realize I could choose differently."

Alex wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "How did you get past it?"

"Therapy. Time. Finding people who loved me for who I actually am, not who they wanted me to be." Maya thought of Carina, of the team at Station 19, of the family she'd built outside of blood. "Your parents might come around. A lot of them do. Or they might not. But their approval isn't what makes you worthy of this job or your life."

She stepped closer, placing a steady hand on Alex's shoulder. The contact was firm, grounding. "You've got good instincts. Your technique needs work, but that's what training is for. Next time you do the ladder drill, remember to breathe through the movement. Don't hold your breath when you lift. And trust your body to know what to do."

Alex nodded, straightening under Maya's touch. "I'll practice more."

"Practice is good. But also remember why you're here. Not for your parents. Not to prove anything to anyone else. You're here because something in you wants this. Hold onto that." Maya dropped her hand and stepped back. "Try the drill one more time. I'll watch."

Alex moved to the ladder with renewed purpose. Her posture was wider now, more stable. She gripped the ladder properly, her weight distributed through her core instead of straining her arms. The movement wasn't perfect, but it was notably improved. She completed the drill and turned back to Maya, a tentative smile on her face.

"Better?" Alex asked.

"Much better." Maya found herself smiling back, a warm satisfaction spreading through her chest. Her hand settled on her belly, feeling the firm swell beneath her uniform. In a few months, she'd be guiding her own child through challenges, teaching them to trust themselves despite the voices that might tell them otherwise.

She thought about the cycle of pain that could so easily perpetuate itself, parent to child, generation to generation. But watching Alex attack the drill with fresh determination, she felt the possibility of something different. She could be the mentor she'd needed. The parent she'd wished for. The break in the pattern.

"Same time tomorrow," Maya said. "We'll work on your rope technique."

Alex nodded and turned to gather her gear, took a deep breath and suddenly turned back to Maya, her expression hesitant yet eager. "Captain," she began, her voice breaking, "How did you… I mean, when you came out to your family, how did you make them understand?"

Maya paused, taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. “I’m sorry Captain, that was completely inappropriate. I shouldn’t have asked that. I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I’m so sorry.” Alex saw the hesitancies on Maya’s face and immediately regretted saying something.

Maya looked at Alex, seeing the raw vulnerability in her eyes. She took a deep breath, considering her words carefully. "No, it’s ok. You’re fine. We could say I never actually came out," Maya began slowly, her voice steady despite the emotional weight of the topic. She looked at Alex, seeing the young woman's eagerness to understand, to find a path through her own struggles. "My mother knew all along, probably even before I did. She never said anything, just waited for me to figure it out on my own."

Alex's eyes widened in surprise. "She knew? And she was okay with it?”

Maya nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "More than okay. She's always been completely accepting. My brother too, he doesn’t really care what I am or who I love. To him, I’m just his big sister, and that’s all that matters."

Alex let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, a mix of relief and envy. "That’s amazing. I wish... I wish my parents could be like that.”

Maya's expression softened, but there was a shadow in her eyes. "Not everyone is so lucky. My father... he was different. He figured it out when he was in prison. I confirmed it before he confronted me about it." She paused, the memory still painful. "He was rude, disrespectful. It’s something he doesn’t accept, and probably never will."

Alex's face fell, the hope in her eyes dimming. "That must have been hard. How did you deal with it?”

Maya took a deep breath, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. "I had to come to terms with it. I had to accept that he might never love me as his daughter unconditionally. It’s a part of life, learning to accept the things we can’t change." She looked at Alex, her gaze steady and reassuring. "But it gets better, Alex. Eventually, it really does get better. You build your own family, your own support system. And you learn to love yourself, even if others can’t."

Alex nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I hope so. I just want to feel like I belong somewhere, like I’m enough just as I am.”

Maya reached out, giving Alex's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You are enough, Alex. And you will find your place. There’s a slim chance it might not be with your parents, but it will be with people who love and accept you for who you are."

Alex managed a small smile, the weight of her struggles lifting slightly. "Thank you, Captain. It means a lot to hear that.”

Maya smiled back, feeling a sense of pride and purpose. She was not just training a recruit, she was guiding a young woman through a journey she knew all too well. "You’re welcome, Alex. Now, let’s focus on making you the best firefighter you can be. That’s something you can control, something you can achieve despite what anyone else thinks. Also, here’s the contact of our fire department therapist. Go and pay her a visit, she’s incredible."

Alex nodded eagerly and quickly gathered her gear, her movements confident now instead of fidgeting. "Will do! Thank you, Captain. For everything."

Maya watched her go, standing alone in the training ground as the morning sun climbed higher. The weight of responsibility sat differently on her shoulders now. Not crushing, but clarifying. She could do this. All of it. She already knew she could, but it was fulfilling and prideful actually doing it.

The café door chimed as Carina pushed through, scanning the afternoon crowd for Katherine's familiar tucked hair. She spotted her mother-in-law at a corner table, fingers repeatedly folding and unfolding a paper napkin while her eyes darted toward the entrance every few seconds.

Katherine's face brightened when she saw Carina, though tension still held her shoulders rigid. She half-stood, uncertain about the appropriate greeting, before settling back into her chair as Carina approached. The older woman had chosen a seat with a view of both the door and the street, a habit born from years of vigilance.

"Carina," Katherine said, her voice warm. "You look wonderful."

"Thank you, Katherine. I’m sorry for being so late." Carina slid into the opposite chair, setting her purse beside her. "You do too. That color suits you."

Katherine glanced down at her blue sweater as if she'd forgotten what she was wearing. "Oh, never mind, I know you have a busy schedule. Thank you, I wasn't sure... I changed three times this morning."

A server appeared with menus. They both ordered coffee, Carina adding a slice of lemon cake. Katherine asked for just the coffee, then changed her mind and requested a scone. The small ritual of ordering gave them both a moment to settle.

"How's Maya feeling?" Katherine asked once the server left. "The pregnancy, I mean. She mentioned the morning sickness was getting better."

"Much better," Carina confirmed with an imperceptible smirk on her lips. She instantly recalled the previous weekend, when Maya's renewed energy had led them on a delicious and much waited sexy times marathon. "She has more energy now. The second trimester is treating her well. She's at the academy today, actually. Training recruits."

"That sounds like her. Always pushing forward." Katherine's smile held equal parts pride and something else, perhaps regret. "Even as a child, she never wanted to rest. Though I suppose that was more Lane's doing than her nature."

The mention of Maya's father shifted the atmosphere. Katherine's fingers found the napkin again, smoothing and re-smoothing the paper. Their drinks arrived, providing another brief respite. Carina stirred sugar into her coffee while Katherine wrapped both hands around her mug.

"I've been thinking a lot lately," Katherine began, her voice dropping lower. "About those years. About what I let happen."

Carina waited, sensing the weight of what was coming. Katherine's knuckles were white around the ceramic mug.

"Lane was so charming when we met," Katherine continued. "Ambitious, confident. I was young and thought his intensity meant he cared deeply. I didn't recognize control dressed up as care." She took a shaky breath. "By the time Maya was born, I knew something was wrong. The way he looked at her, like she was a project instead of a baby. But I told myself he just wanted the best for her."

Her voice faltered. She set the mug down, her hands visibly trembling now. "The training started when she was four. Four years old, and he had her running laps before breakfast. If she cried, he'd make her run more. Said tears were weakness leaving the body."

Carina's chest tightened with familiar anger on Maya's behalf, but she kept her expression neutral, encouraging Katherine to continue.

"I should have left him then," Katherine said, the words rushing out. "Should have taken Maya and run. But I was scared. Of him, of being alone, of admitting I'd failed. So I stayed and watched him push her harder and harder. Watched her childhood disappear into training schedules and competitions." Her voice broke. "I should have left him sooner. Should have protected her."

The confession hung between them, raw and painful. Katherine's shoulders shook with the effort of holding back tears. Around them, the café continued its normal rhythm, oblivious to the weight of the moment.

Carina reached across the table and took Katherine's hand. The older woman's fingers were cold despite the warm mug she'd been holding. "You were in an impossible situation," Carina said gently. "My mother faced something similar with my father. Different circumstances, but the same fear, the same paralysis."

Katherine looked up at Carina with warm eyes. She knew Carina’s story, how her mother finally left her father, only to leave Carina behind.

"My father was brilliant but controlling in his own way," Carina continued. "My mother knew things weren't right, knew there were secrets and lies. But she stayed for years until she finally left, trying to protect us while navigating his moods. It's not weakness. It's survival."

Katherine squeezed Carina's hand, a tear finally escaping down her cheek. "I can’t stop thinking that my children… Maya… She hates me for it."

"No," Carina said firmly. "She's working through complicated feelings about that time, but hate isn't one of them. She understands more than you might think."

Katherine wiped her face with her free hand. "I want to be different with the baby. A better grandmother than I was a mother. Present, protective in the right ways. If you'll let me."

"Of course, Katherine." Carina's voice was warm with certainty. "Maya wants you in our child's life. So do I. We will need a typical grandmother to spoil rotten our kid. Maya will love it."

Katherine laughed, "I've been reading about child development," Katherine said, her voice gaining strength. "Real research, not Lane's twisted version. About how children actually grow and learn through play and love, not endless drilling."

Carina smiled. "You've been doing homework."

"I want to get it right this time." Katherine's expression was earnest, determined. "I know I can't undo the past, but maybe I can be part of a better future."

"Acknowledging what happened is the first step," Carina said. "You're already doing that. The fact that you can see it clearly now, that you want to do better, that matters."

Katherine nodded, finally taking a sip of her coffee. It had gone lukewarm, but she didn't seem to notice. "Maya's lucky to have you. Someone who understands but also pushes her to grow."

"We push each other, trust me," Carina corrected gently. "That's what makes it work."

Katherine took a deep breath, steeling herself for the question that had been weighing on her mind since Carina sat down. She looked into Carina's eyes, seeing the mix of strength and vulnerability that had become so familiar. "And how are you, Carina?" she asked gently. "With everything going on, I mean. The news about your sibling, Maya's pregnancy, and your job. You have the world on your shoulders...”

Carina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she acknowledged the weight of Katherine's words. She took a sip of her coffee, the warm liquid grounding her as she gathered her thoughts. "I'm... overwhelmed," she admitted, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I keep thinking about this sibling I never knew existed. It's like there's this huge part of me missing, and I don't know how to find it. We seem to hit dead ends every time there's a glimmer of hope."

Katherine reached out, her hand covering Carina's in a silent show of support. She understood the pain of secrets, the weight of unspoken truths. "It's natural to feel that way," she said softly. "You've spent your whole life not knowing, and now everything feels uncertain. But you're strong, Carina. You'll find a way through this.”

Carina looked down at their joined hands, feeling a warmth spread through her at the contact. She was grateful for Katherine's understanding, for the bond they were slowly building. "I just wish my parents had been honest with me," she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "All these years of lies... it feels like a betrayal.”

Katherine nodded, her expression filled with empathy. She knew all too well the pain of betrayal, and not being up to part. "They were trying to protect you, in their own misguided way," she offered, her voice gentle. "But that doesn't make it right. You deserve the truth, no matter how painful it is."

Carina took a deep breath, letting Katherine's words sink in. She knew her mother-in-law was right, but it didn't make the pill any easier to swallow. "And then there's the pregnancy," she continued, "I'm so happy we’re going to have a baby. I mean, I wanted this so bad. But it's also terrifying. When I start to think of the things that could go wrong, I…"

Katherine 's grip on Carina's hand tightened, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. "I know sweetie, it’s scary. But let’s take one step at a time and try to be positive.”

They talked a while longer about lighter things. Katherine shared stories about the parenting books she'd been reading, some of which made Carina laugh with their outdated advice. Carina described the nursery plans, the soft yellows and greens they'd chosen.

When they finally stood to leave, Katherine hesitated, then opened her arms tentatively. Carina stepped into the embrace without hesitation. They had been creating a strong connection that both women needed for different reasons.

"Thank you," Katherine whispered. "For listening. For not judging."

"We're family," Carina replied simply. "This is what family does. And thank you Katherine, for making me feel better."

Katherine walked away from the café, her steps lighter than they had been in weeks. The conversation with Carina had lifted a weight off her shoulders, one she hadn't even realized she'd been carrying. She felt a glimmer of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, she could redeem herself in a way and she could be the grandmother her grandchild would go to.

The apartment smelled like garlic and rosemary when Maya pushed through the door, her body tired but her mind still buzzing from the day. Carina moved around the kitchen with practiced efficiency, chopping vegetables for what looked like a simple pasta dinner.

"You're home," Carina said without looking up, but Maya could hear the smile in her voice. "How were the recruits, today? Do I need to pay them a visit and teach them who's the boss?"

Maya shook her head at Carina’s antics and kicked off her boots and went to the living room, sinking into the couch with a grateful sigh. Her feet were sore, her back ached slightly, but it was the good kind of tired. The kind that came from doing something meaningful.

"Actually, pretty good," Maya said, propping her feet up on the coffee table. "There's this one recruit, Alex. She was struggling with everything. Not just the physical stuff, but the mental game too."

Carina glanced over from the kitchen, knife pausing mid-chop. "What happened?"

"She stayed after practice. Opened up about her parents basically disowning her. For being a firefighter, for being gay." Maya's jaw tightened at the memory. "I could see it in her whole body, that shame and doubt. Like she was apologizing for existing."

The knife resumed its rhythm against the cutting board. Carina knew that particular pain, had seen it in too many patients who came to her afraid and alone.

"So I told her about Lane," Maya continued. "Not everything, just enough. About how his voice got stuck in my head, how it took years to realize I could choose different voices to listen to."

"That was brave of you," Carina said softly.

"It didn't feel brave. It felt necessary." Maya shifted on the couch, her hand finding her belly. "She needed to hear that someone understood. And you know what? After we talked, she tried the drill again. Her form was completely different. Confident. Like she finally had permission to take up space."

Maya's voice grew stronger, more certain. "I watched her succeed at something she'd been failing at all morning, and I thought, this is what good mentoring looks like. This is what good parenting can look like." She paused, the weight of her next words gathering. "I can be good at this, Carina. I can break the cycle."

Carina abandoned the vegetables entirely, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she crossed to the couch. She settled beside Maya, pulling her wife's feet into her lap. "I never doubted it for a second."

"Your turn," Maya said, linking their fingers together. "How was coffee with my mom?"

Carina's thumb traced circles on Maya's ankle as she gathered her thoughts. "Emotional. Good, but emotional. She's carrying so much guilt about your childhood."

Maya's expression tightened slightly, but she nodded for Carina to continue.

"She talked about watching your father train you, knowing it was wrong but feeling powerless to stop it. She was crying, Maya. Really crying. Said she should have left him sooner, should have protected you better."

"What did you tell her?"

"The truth. That she was surviving an impossible situation. That acknowledging it now matters." Carina squeezed Maya's calf gently. "I told her about my parents too, about how my mother stayed for a while, at least despite knowing things weren't right. Sometimes people get trapped by circumstances bigger than their individual choices."

Maya was quiet for a moment, processing. Her relationship with her mother remained complicated, layers of love and resentment and slowly building forgiveness.

"She wants to be involved with the baby," Carina added. "Wants to be a better grandmother than she was a mother. She's been reading child development books. Real ones, not your father's twisted philosophy. Her words."

A surprised laugh escaped Maya. "My mother reading parenting books? That's... actually kind of sweet."

"She's trying. That has to count for something."

"It does." Maya's expression softened. "It really does."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the smell of garlic beginning to edge toward burning. Carina jumped up to rescue dinner, stirring the pan and adjusting the heat. Maya watched her move around their kitchen, this woman who held space for everyone's complicated emotions, who helped people heal just by listening.

"We're getting good at this," Maya said suddenly.

"At what?" Carina asked, plating the pasta.

"Dealing with family stuff without letting it destroy us. Your mysterious sibling, my parents, your parents, our baby, all of it. We're actually handling it."

Carina carried two plates over, handing one to Maya before settling back on the couch. "We are, aren't we? Look at us being functional adults."

They both laughed at that, the sound filling their house with warmth. Maya took a bite of pasta and made an appreciative noise. "This is perfect."

"It's just olive oil and garlic."

"Still perfect." Maya bumped Carina's shoulder with her own. "Everything you do is perfect."

"Now you're just trying to get lucky tonight," Carina teased.

"Is it working?"

Before Carina could answer, her phone pinged on the coffee table. She glanced at it automatically, expecting a work message or something from Andrea. The notification showed an email from an address she didn't recognize, just a string of numbers and letters.

"Probably spam," she muttered, but something made her pick up the phone. The subject line was blank. She almost deleted it without opening, but curiosity won.

The message was short, just two sentences that made her blood turn cold:

"About your sibling: They're alive and closer than you think."

The phone slipped in her suddenly nerveless fingers. She stared at the screen, reading the words again, then again, as if they might change or reveal themselves as some cruel joke. Her pasta sat forgotten, her body frozen except for the visible tremor in her hands.

Maya noticed the shift immediately, the way Carina's entire body had gone rigid. "What's wrong?"

Carina opened her mouth, but no words came. She turned the phone toward Maya, her hand shaking so badly the screen was hard to read. Maya took the device, her own face paling as she absorbed the message.

"Who sent this?" Maya asked, clicking through to check the sender details. Nothing useful, just the anonymous email address.

Carina still couldn't speak. Alive. Closer than you think. The words danced in her mind, each repetition sending fresh shockwaves through her system. After weeks of searching, of dead ends and false starts, someone knew something. Someone was watching. Someone wanted her to know. Maybe the facility worker they had not being able yet to track down?

Maya set the phone down carefully and pulled Carina against her, feeling the way her wife's whole body trembled. "We'll figure this out," she said, though her own voice shook. "We'll trace the email, we'll…"

"She’s alive," Carina finally whispered, the words barely audible. "My sister is alive."