Delphine pursed her lips, one hand playing freely with the wisps of baby hairs along Cosima's hairline as she stared lovingly back into the woman's eyes.

"Do you even have to ask?" she murmured quietly.

Cosima smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, yeah." She laughed. "I just need to hear it, just so I know I'm not jumping to any stupid conclusions, or making any assumptions. So yeah, I have to ask."

"You are something else, Cosima." She chided, kissing her cheek sweetly as she settled further into their embrace. "Of course I will be."

Nothing could have prepared her for the way she felt the moment the words slipped out of her mouth, waves of warmth flowing through her whole body, sending tingles through every nerve ending. The butterflies that she had suppressed for so long had finally been given the opportunity to make their debut, fluttering about within the confines of her stomach that she was quite sure Cosima could feel them on her back. The smile, despite her growing exhaustion, never left her face, not even as Cosima turned herself within her embrace, pressing their chests together and kissing her slowly. She took her time, enjoying the taste of wine that stained Cosima's lips and tongue as it passed her teeth.

"Ma copine." She hummed with an exhausted delight, feeling Cosima smile against her mouth before erupting into a fit of quiet giggles. Delphine couldn't help but laugh as well, shaking her head as she pried mouth her away from Cosima's, kissing her cheek before allowing her head to loll back against the arm rest once more.

"Come to bed with me, I'm exhausted." Cosima mumbled, lifting herself off the blonde woman, offering her hand as she guided them to the bedroom.

Delphine complied, allowing her body to fall onto the mattress in a heap, hastily ridding herself of her clothing and opting for the oversized t-shirt she kept folded at her bedside. As she bundled herself under the thick covers to shield her body of the winter cold, she watched Cosima slowly peel off her own club-stained clothing, unabashedly enjoying her view.

The brunette shot her a cheeky glare over her shoulder, knowing full well of the blonde woman's gawking, before following suit and curling up under the blankets. Their bodies found each other immediately, pushing and pulling their limbs, kneading each others' bodies until finding perfect conformity between the both of them. Soon enough, they were flushed together by every angle possible, desperate to feel the other's skin beneath their own. Their heads rested on the same pillow, foreheads close to touch but never just quite making it.

Cosima's tired index finger traced the outline of Delphine's lips as the French title sleepily tumbled from her lips again. She wanted to feel its validity from the source, soon kissing it right off of her, claiming it with her own mouth.

"There's like, so much shit I want to do right now." The brunette yawned, dropping her hand from Delphine's face to wind around the back of her head, digging her fingers into the curls at the base of her neck. "But I'm just too tired."

Delphine nodded, her eyes following Cosima's as they traced her face in the moonlight. "Talk to me." She asked quietly.

"Okay." Cosima whispered, continuing to draw her fingers across the plane of Delphine's face. "I want to make plans with you. I want to show you everything. I want to wake up with you, and go to sleep with you. I want to go on stupid long car rides and get lost with you." Her voice was quiet, just above a raspy whisper in the silent room. She wouldn't have ever known Delphine was crying if she hadn't felt the warm tears as her finger stroked her cheek. "Shit, Delphine, I'm sorry. Did I push too far?"

She shook her head, swallowing loudly and sniffeling as she reached to wrap her hand around Cosima's on her cheek. "No." she rasped. "I am just feeling a lot of things. A lot of happiness."

It was Cosima's turn to tear up now, pulling her in for a lingering kiss goodnight. "That's enough talking for tonight."

Delphine's fluttering closed as she fell into Cosima's ministrations with her hair, pulling their mouths away. "Be here when I wake up?"

"Always."

Without much exerted effort, Delphine tilted her head upward the slightest bit to kiss her girlfriend goodnight, falling into a slumber faster than she could ever imagine.

Cosima listened intently to Delphine's breathing, catching it as it evened itself out into slow, deep breaths. With their chests together, she swore she could hear Delphine's heartbeat, beating with the tune of a promise.

"Delphine?" she whispered to the unconscious body around her, making sure that she was indeed, asleep. After waiting a moment for a response that never came, she let her exhausted arms go limp around the blonde. "I… I think I could love you, do you know that?"

She smiled to herself, allowing the word 'girlfriend' to tumble around in her mind freely, bouncing off the interior. How long it had bee since she could use that title. How surreal the whole concept was in general. She didn't have to long to dwell on it, though, soon falling into a love-drunk slumber in the arms of her girlfriend…

"-Wait, wait, wait!"

Cosima rolled her eyes, biting back a smirk as she looked at the young boy across the table in front of her.

"Yes?" she laughed, throwing a sideways glance at the woman next to her who only smiled back.

"So like…that's it? That's how the story ends? It's happily ever after after that? Lame."

Delphine couldn't suppress the laugh any longer, eliciting an airy giggle that still made Cosima swoon, even all these years later. "Not exactly 'happily ever after'. But things were much smoother after that in comparison, ma petit."

"Still lame." He groaned.

"Well," she laughed, reaching for Cosima's hand beneath the table. "I am sorry we didn't have a turmoil-filled relationship."

"Yeah!" the brunette chimed in. "Your moms are hella boring, C, deal with it."

He could only sigh, the corner of his mouth pulling upward into a smirk that Delphine recognized immediately as a carbon copy of his mother's.

"Whatever. I so know there's more to the story, I'll just ask uncle Felix!" he chided, pushing himself up from the table, a bookbag filled with biology texts from the library in tow. His dreadlocked hair, only reaching just below his ear, swung rampantly as he shook his head at his mothers, clearly unimpressed with their hours-long story.

"Don't you dare!" Cosima yelled, earning a swat from the Frenchwoman beside her.

She ignored her wife, reaching for ripe orange in the fruit basket on the table and chucking it at her son's bookbag, missing terribly and making him laugh even harder as he bounded up the steps to his room. "Kids suck." Cosima sighed, shaking her head. "There's no appeasing them."

"Non… he's just cheeky, like his mom." Delphine cooed, pulling outside to the back porch, settling their bones on the wooden swing. They fell into each other perfectly, as they've done so many times in the past years already.

"And curious, like his maman."

She grabbed at the hand on Delphine's arm that was slinked around her body, turning the ring on her finger languidly. Just looking at it brought her mind back to the day they exchanged them. A quiet day, raining and grey, filled with stolen kisses and tears of happiness for the future ahead of them. She pursed her lips, saving the nostalgic welling in her eyes for another day.

"Do you remember when Charlie was born?" she asked quietly, tilting her head up to catch the blonde woman staring off into their backyard at the pathetic little swing-set that had aged far worse than their son over the past decade and half. "How cute and little he was. All big eyes and curly hair. He was such a cute baby."

She could feel Delphine's heartbeat quicken at the memory, knowing she was smiling. "How could I forget. You fought me for three and a half hours on naming him after Charles Darwin or Alfred Wallace."

"…Okay, but fifteen years later and look who won?"

"Sorry for the thought of having him named after people we might actually know! And you only one because I refused to argue with a pregnant woman." Delphine rolled her eyes, scoffing at the cocky woman curled next to her. "Eighteen years with you, you'd think the cheekiness would have worn off a little."

"Yeah, no. Not happening. Like, ever."

"Promise?"

The soft crack in her voice caused Cosima to look up again, catching Delphine still staring at the swing set. She knew the question was loaded with far more emotion than blatantly stated.

She could almost see inside her mind, placing herself on that swing with Charlie in her lap, swinging gently in the yellow haze of a summer morning. She sniffled, doing her best to stop stinging tears that would inevitably fall. Through years of experience, Cosima was deemed quicker, straightening up and gathering Delphine in her arms this time, swiping at the tears welling in her eyes and kissing the warm cheeks repeatedly.

"Of course I promise." She mumbled against flush skin, feeling Delphine hold her closer.

The day had been long to say in the least. Starting with the most intimate of mornings, wrapped in nothing but the sheen of sweat and the tangles of bed sheets. At least they both got their wish to start their mornings like that every day of their lives together.

Eventually the wandered down to the kitchen after a prolonged joint shower, Delphine bounding after Cosima down the stairs, hands curved around the woman's hips from behind as she chased her down the hall and embraced against the kitchen countertop like two lovesick teenagers. The moment had been ceased by the 'eww's the 'gross!'s of their son, who still smiled just as widely as his mother all the same.

His mistake of finally asking, 'So like, how did you two even meet?' after fifteen years on earth sparked the story that started over breakfast in the kitchen and ended in the early peeks of the afternoon with a clearly unimpressed teenager….

"You can't leave me either, you know?" she said quietly, testing Delphine's conscience once more. "I'm not done loving you yet."

She paused for a moment, as if truly considering the question. "Non. Never." She said quietly.

"Good." Cosima breathed, searching mentally for a way to relief the anxiety buildup. "You taught him French and taught me squat. He could totally be talking shit about me right to my face and I'd never know. I need you here to defend me." Delphine scoffed against tender lips before eagerly responding, moving over her love's mouth with practiced strokes. "And if I have to face all Charlie's teenage years alone, I might rip all my hair out." Cosima mumbled, kissing her wife squarely on the mouth.

"Don't you dare." Delphine whispered sweetly, hands coming up to run across Cosima's shoulders, moving further north to her back.

"Mm, why? Worried you won't have anything to pull?" she gasped, feeling the blonde woman's lips press hot, wet kisses to the underside of her jaw.

"You are such a brat!" she jeered, giving the long hair a slight pull to expose more of the ivory plain to her disposal, running her mouth along it's expanse like she had millions of times before. "Besides, you like the pulling."

Cosima moaned, pulling Delphine over her as she laid herself down across the porch swing, settling the Frenchwoman's hips between her own. Tattooed arms, which had accumulated more ink through the years, draped around her neck and shoulders, pulling her in for an embrace as their mouths found their way back to each other.

"Mm, Dr. Cormier. This is how we ended up with the first kid." She mumbled, feeling a particular nip at her bottom lip and fingers digging into her hips.

Delphine smirked, shaking her head. "Not exactly."

"Obvs. But it was practice. Remember, remember how much we practiced?" she growled, hands coming between their bodies to dip beneath Delphine's shirt, splaying across her tightening stomach. The blonde nodded, claiming the woman's throat and jaw between light bites.

"I do. Vididly. Do you want another one, ma cherie?"

"Shit," she moaned, knowing full well what that term of endearment does to her, sending the low flame straight through her boy. "I mean, nothing wrong with practicing-"

"Hey!" a voice called followed by a series of bounding footsteps heading in their direction. The two women didn't have enough time to situate themselves before their son appeared in the porch doorway, "Oh- gross! "

"Oh stop and get over here!" Cosima laughed, allowing Delphine to turn them up and readjust to a decent position on the swing once more. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head and sitting himself on the floor in front of the swing, cross legged and beaming behind his glasses.

"Seriously, like aren't you guys tired of each other already? Aren't married people supposed to settle away from all the mushy lovey stuff after a few years?" His face screwed up in faux disgust, the second time in one day he caught his mothers making out like two horny teenagers.

"Sorry dude," Cosima shrugged. "Your mom is like, totally hot. I can't help myself." She pushed further, capturing Delphine in an exaggerated heated embrace, the blonde woman far too enthusiastic to play along despite the protests of their son.

"Alright, alright!" he hollered, shielding his eyes as the two women erupted in a hearty laughter. "Oh and what was I hearing about 'another one'? Do you guys wanna have another kid? Am I not enough for you?" he feigned hurt, clasping his hands over his heart and throwing his head back in cries.

"Somebody has been spending way too much time with their uncle Fe-"

"Non, Charlie!" Delphine cut in, silencing her wife before she made another crude comment of her brother. She felt around for Cosima's hand, lacing their fingers together in her lap. "I do not think I could love another child more than you. Besides, we are too old for an infant again."

"We weren't ten years ago when I asked…" Cosima mumbled grumpily.

Delphine rolled her eyes, bringing their joined hands to her lips quickly. "Ten years ago, when this one here was five and full of energy, you were back in school finishing your PhD, and I was just starting to redirect back into the labs. Yes, that would have been a perfect time for a child."

"Plus. I think you two got pretty lucky with the first one, am I right or am I right?" Charlie jeered, flashing a toothy grin from ear to ear.

"Damn straight."

"Pound it."

Delphine groaned outwardly, rolling her eyes at the two loves of her lives as they bumped their fists together in agreement. "See, I already have two children!" she laughed, dropping her head to Cosima's shoulder.

"It woulda been cool to be an older brother, though. But Auntie Helena's kids kinda made up for that.

"That is true." Delphine nodded. "Before I forget, did you call your grand-mére? She's been wanting to speak to you this week."

Charlie's eyes went wide in thought, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth for the slightest of moments. "Mm, no. I'll get on that. Promets, maman."

"Merci." She yawned, taking the moment to gaze at her son while his eyes wandered around the porch. She was still amazed at how much he'd grown, how much she could see the both of them in him, but more-so Cosima through her eyes, though she claims his mind is all Delphine's.

"You know… you guys never did tell me how you told your parents." He sad quietly, eyes hopeful behind his glasses for a second story.

Cosima looked at him quizzically, nuzzling her head atop her wife's curls. "Told them what, Charlie?"

"About each other and your hella gay-ness. Like, I totally love grand-mére, but a blind dude could see that she's still got the jeebs about it. And like, who proposed to who? Where did you start living together? Details, guys, come on! Throw me a bone."

Delphine sighed outwardly, lifting her head with Cosima and giving her a knowing look that it was going to be a long evening. "For the boy who claimed all but twenty minutes ago that we were boring mothers…"

"Okay, so I changed my mind." He huffed, crossing his arms across his chest as he blew a dread out of his vision.

Delphine just shook her head in perfect unison with her wife, both catching each other's eye and stared lovingly for a handful of moments. It was times like these when she remembered just how hard she fell for her wife, and for the simplest things she does.

The journey together had been long, strenuous, but grateful for every bump in the road that led them to this moment, cuddling on the porch swing of their house with their child. A dopy grin churned on her lips, giving her wife one last kiss before they both turned back to their child.

"Well," she started. "It all began about a month or so after where we left off…"