Work Text
Abby approached her wife who sat at her desk, typing away manically on a document.She squinted, not quite able to read from the distance she used to; noticing a series of sub-headings on the page.
Allergies
Milk intake
Food Likes and Dislikes
Sleeping Pattern
Translations of “Camille-speak”
“Kerry…she’s a baby, not a pet parrot.” Kerry frowned at her. “I know, Abby,” she side-eyed. “And we’re leaving her with Henry, her brother who has been here the whole time. For one night .”“I know, baby. But it’s not just that… we’re learning so much about her, every day there’s something new…and what happens the day we lose custody and then someone else has to start from scratch again, knowing absolutely nothing about her or her beautiful personality.” Kerry stopped typing and took in a deep intake of breath.“They’re not going to take her away, my love,” Abby put a hand on Kerry’s back, tentatively.“She is happy, she is healthy, and not that I’m one to blow my own trumpet but she’s also got great parents looking out for her. You're the best Momma, Kerry.” Kerry smiled, although its happiness was soon overshadowed. “...Henry was always going to be happy and healthy with me, but I lost him … ” Abby sighed. “You got him back, Ker, that’s what matters. And now he has both our and Sandy’s families.”“We…we shouldn’t talk about this when Henry is around,” Kerry sighed, wiping away what could grow into a tear before she let it, knowing in her heart she still hadn’t forgiven Sandy’s parents for putting her through that, losing her child mere hours after she’d lost her wife. “It’s been so long since he’s been up to visit them.” “And he’s an adult now, once it’s safe he can be wherever he wants to be.” “You’re much more level-headed than me about all this,” Kerry smiled, reaching a hand to Abby’s chin and pulling her face toward her their lips meeting with a soft kiss. “I’ve never lost a child...not in any sense.”