"Would you like to hold her?"

The unexpected question, from Diane, caused Myra to practically jump in surprise.

She looked down at the pretty, blonde woman poised so perfectly within the hospital bed, practically radiating with joy as she held the little bundle within her arms. Myra nodded her head, somewhat slowly, before the other woman handed her the most precious thing she had ever laid eyes on.

Baby Beth; the most adorable and surprising thing that had happened in their lives, since the wedding. Rick cleared his throat.

"Beth… or Bethany, after Dee's grandmother." He shrugged his shoulders, "She's something." He was beaming with a similar radiance to his wife; sitting on the bed next to Diane, watching Myra with sheer happiness.

Myra's eyes wandered over the perfect, little face; so peacefully asleep. A strange surge of emotion and longing suddenly tugging at her heart.

There was a chuckle from beside Myra, and an arm slung around her, "Oh dear, you know what they say about women and babies." Roberto gave Rick a bemused wink.

"Don't be ludicrous, Rob." Myra hissed at him, then proceeded to coo at baby Beth, who was still sleeping with peaceful contempt, "Babies aren't exactly on my 'to-do' list."

The years had passed with a great deal of civility. Myra and Diane were getting along, rather well; Dianne seemed thrilled that Myra was 'dating' someone- even if that person was her boss. Although. their relationship was more on-again-off-again.

Diane was less and less concerned about Rick's shenanigans, which had definitely given Rick and Myra a lot of time to work on bigger and better things. They had certainly amped up their interdimensional adventures over the years.

"Please, one mention of marriage a-and Myra would be running for the hills, am I right?" Rick snickered, and they all chuckled in unison.

Myra's eyes were still focused on the bundle of fresh life within her arms. It was strange, she had never once had the urge to have a child of her own; but holding something so perfect… a complete mixture of two person's genetic matter…. there was a strange mixture of fascination and biological yearning that was suddenly overwhelming her.

She found herself rocking, swaying out of sheer instinct as she stared down at Beth's little button nose, watching as her face twitched ever so slightly in her sleep.

Myra cleared her throat after a long moment, and abruptly handed her back to Diane, "Well, I must say 'very nice work'." She said, somewhat defensively as Rick and Diane gave her smug grins, "She's… perfect." She seemed to choke up with emotion all of a sudden and she cleared her throat to get past the lump that had formed in her throat.

"Still no urge to have one of your own?" Diane smiled pleasantly, glancing from Roberto to Myra questioningly.

Myra answered rather quickly, "No thanks!" She laughed, "No offence, to Mr stud over here." She jerked her thumb towards Roberto, laughing awkwardly.

Roberto cleared his throat to cut through the sudden tension that filled the room, "We'd best be going… leave you guys to it…"

"Later, Sanchez clan!" Myra winked at them, turning on her heel to leave.

When they were driving in the car, Roberto let out a weary sigh.

"They made a very adorable baby, didn't they?" He asked, giving her a warm smile.

"Somewhat surprising; I was almost expecting Beth to be born with her father's monobrow!" She snickered, to herself, "I never thought I would be so happy to see a baby before."

Roberto cocked his eyebrow at her, glancing away from the steering wheel momentarily, "Do you ever think you'll reconsider your stance on relationships… or starting a family of our own?"

Myra rolled her eyes, "Not this again…"

Roberto shrugged, "All I am saying… didn't it give you some kind of… sense of purpose or… longing?"

Myra scowled, suddenly folding her arms across her chest defensively, "Rob…. I have made my position on this subject perfectly clear, from day one." She snapped testily, "No sweet, little baby, is going to change that."

"I told Diane this wouldn't work." He muttered beneath his breath.

She turned to look at him with a bewildered snarl, "What the hell did you just say?"

"Nothing. Forget it." He frowned back in response, "Just this stupid Idea of Diane's… she thought that when she and Rick had their baby and you saw it… well you'd be overcome with maternal instinct; that you'd change your mind instantly." He was frowning, "Clearly, even she can't figure out your mental short-comings."

Myra glared at him for a few moments of silence, and then unbuckled her seatbelt, before opening the door and leaping out of the moving car.

At seventy mph, the impact of her body hitting the asphalt was significant. Had she not been impervious to physical damage, she would have had fatal injuries. It was the main thing she was thankful for about the malfunction of Rick's portal gun prototype.

Myra rolled and bounced, tearing and dirtying her clothes, before irritably climbing to her feet to look at the car, which suddenly screeched to a halt ahead of her. She scowled, watching as he pulled over and lunged out of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped at her, his expression wild with astonishment, "We were having a conversation and you just go ahead and leap out of a moving vehicle to avoid it?" He snapped, walking towards her. He threw his hands up in the air in annoyance, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Myra frowned at him, "I'm done. With the conversation. With the mention of being forced into being tied down. With you!" She snapped, glaring at him in frustration, "I don't care how overly dramatic you think I am being; I can't spend more time with being told what I should do with my life. I certainly can't see myself spending any more time with you."

Roberto looked visibly wounded by her words. He dragged a hand over his face in frustration, giving a resigned nod, "Fine… that's just fine by me." He turned to make his way back to the car but momentarily paused, to glare at her in anger, "I have no idea why I bothered to waste years on someone who is so clearly deluded. Your issues run on a whole new level of crazy, which everyone would be incapable of dealing with." He paused again, "Except for Rick."

He spat Rick's name out like it left a bad taste in his mouth, screwing his face up to emphasise his point.

"Just go." Myra snarled back at him.

Roberto threw his hands up in the air and shook his head in disbelief, before returning to his car and driving off.

Myra stuck her index fingers up as he drove away. It was only then that she considered the situation she had gotten herself into, and looked up and down the stretch of highway with a weary sigh, hobbling on a broken shoe along the side, hoping that a pay phone wasn't too far away.

She was in luck; a pay phone was only a mile away. She wearily dragged herself inside and pulled a few coins out of her pocket, swiftly dialling a number.

"Hello, could I please have Diane Sanchez' room; she's in maternity…." She paused, waiting for the response, "Thank you…" She waited for several more moments before she was patched through.

'Hello?' Diane's voice chimed over the receiver.

"Hey, its Myra." Myra pinched her brow in frustration, "Could… could I talk to Rick… please?"

Rick had lazily portalled to her location, rather than making the drive.

He was staring at her in concern as she sat on the ground beside the phone box.

"Dare I-I ask what the hell happened to you?" Rick was frowning as he walked up beside her, "I-I-I mean y-you look like you jumped out of a moving car or something…" He paused, watching as she buried her head in her hands. "Oh…." He muttered awkwardly, "L-let's go get a drink." He said, fiddling with the portal gun's dial and opening a portal.

Myra climbed to her feet and stepped through.

She was surprised that he had chosen to the Plim Plom Tavern- it was one of the very first places they had accidentally stumbled upon, after the creation of the portal gun. She was suddenly hit by a pang of nostalgia, wondering briefly why Rick had chosen that specific location.

"It's uh…. Quiet and the drinks are great." Rick shrugged, as though he was reading her thoughts. "Come on, let's get you drunk."

A few hours passed and soon Rick and Myra were snorting drunkenly at their own jokes.

"Gee, I think t-t-the last time I got this wasted was at my bachelor party!" Rick was swaying in his seat.

"The best night ever," Myra raised her glass in a cheers motion, "But of course, tonight we celebrate; to the arrival of little Beth Sanchez, and the farewell of Roberto Agnes."

Rick clinked his beverage against hers, "I-I'll dr…ink to that!" He burped, grinning widely at her.

"Speaking of baby Beth…" Myra said, letting out a sigh, "I guess we should get you back to the hospital before Diane has an aneurysm."

Rick made a dismissive motion, "W-what's the rush?" He smirked, "W-what's Beth going to do? Run away?"

Myra shrugged her shoulders, "I heard babies can be a lot of work…"

Rick made another dismissive motion, "T-t-they'll be fine without me for one night…"

That seemingly became his personal motto over the passing years.

With each adventure, or prolonged absence; he had shrugged it off with a mere indifference Myra hadn't seen in the time leading up to the birth of Beth.

Soon, Beth was a young child and tensions were running high between Rick and Diane. Although Diane had made every attempt at keeping their little family together; Rick had seemed adamant on ruining all of her reparations.

Myra had tried to steer Beth clear from most of the arguing, as much as possible; making excuses to go out for ice cream, or take a little trip to Froopy Land. Anything that could distract Beth from the constant yelling and bickering between Rick and Diane. Mostly because she felt guilty.

Rick had been choosing to spend time with her, over his family life. He was spending days in her company, sometimes missing out on whole days, sometimes even weeks, with Beth and Diane.

Myra knew that Diane resented her, more than ever, for it.

It was in the early hours of the morning after Beth's eighth birthday party when he turned up at her house, completely wasted.

Of course, she was sound asleep in her bed, completely out to the world when he slithered into her bed, wrapping his bony arms around her.

Myra woke up with a start, jumping up and whirling around to punch her unknown assailant.

Rick went flying across the room, slamming against the far wall.

"What the fuck was that, Morty!?" Rick snapped irritably, cradling his face where she had struck him.

Myra switched on her bedside light and stared at him with bewildered eyes, "Rick? What the hell are you doing?" She leapt to her feet, concerned that she may have gone over-the-top with the punch.

After quickly checking him over, and seeing he was only sporting a bruised eye, she smacked him irritably.

"What the fuck are you climbing into my bed in the middle of the night for!?" She smacked him as he made a pathetic effort at shielding his face.

"Hey…HEY!" He snapped at her, drunkenly clambering to his feet to grasp her by the shoulders, "I-I-I missed you, i-s all." He frowned at her, "Can't I-I miss my best friend sometimes, Morty?"

"Lame." Myra frowned, stepping away from him, "Jesus, how much have you had to drink?" She asked, recoiling away from the potent alcoholic stench.

Rick glared at her, struggling to look less drunk; he made a pathetic attempt to support himself on the wall, "I-i-I've had enough." He said, forcing a drunken smirk.

Myra shook her head with a weary sigh, "Let's get some coffee into you." She frowned, walking out of her bedroom towards the kitchen.

Rick stumbled after her, "Gee, can…can't w-we just go pick up Pers and Squanchy a-a-and go blow something up?" Rick muttered, tripping slightly as they entered the kitchen.

"I'm going to assume you have been fighting with that lovely wife of yours again?" Myra was frowning as she grasped the pot off the percolator and poured a cup for herself and then another for Rick.

"Pfft." Rick snorted, leaning against the counter; more as a means to support himself than anything, "T-t-that's all she wants to do, these days." He muttered sourly, "A-all because of a simple mistake i-i-in bed."

Myra cocked her brow, curiosity getting the better of her, "I know I've made it a point to stay out of your sex life…." She frowned, sliding the mug across the bench towards him, "But dare I ask what exactly this mistake could have been?"

Rick made a childish expression and traced the circle around the lip of the mug, "I-i-it was just a simple slip of the tongue."

Myra sipped her coffee and glanced at him, "ok…." She muttered plainly; still yearning to know details but not wanting to probe her drunken friend into revealing more than he was ready for.

"Hypothetically…" Rick slurred, glancing up at her from his slouched position on the counter, "Would saying someone else's name, in the heat of t-t-the moment, be one of t-the worst things someone could do?"

Myra spat a mouthful of coffee; spraying Rick and the counter top. He blinked at her; his face dripping with coffee.

"Whose name?" Myra choked, already fearing the answer as she watched him wipe his face with his sleeve.

"I-I was half-asleep at the time…" Rick muttered, glancing down into the black liquid within his cup, "I-i-I don't think I would have intentionally said your name… right?"

Myra made a pained expression, "Jesus, Rick."

Rick made a dismissive motion with his hand, straightening up and taking a lengthy gulp of the hot coffee. He downed the entire mug and shook his head as he placed it back onto the counter-top, "Y-y-yeah I fucked up… Dee is extremely pissy with me."

"I am completely at a loss as to how to console you." Myra shook her head in disbelief, "We both know her resentment for me; I think this will only exacerbate things…." She made a pained expression, "Jeez…" She shook her head.

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "S-seems pretty serious this time… I-I mean, she actually kicked me out of the house." He wandered over to the percolator and poured another mug of coffee, "Maybe w-we will just become one of those divorce statistics after all." He shrugged his shoulders, "I should have listened to you, years ago."

Myra let outa weary sigh, setting her mug onto the countertop, "Well, you can crash here for the night… despite the ramifications that will have. The spare bed is always free…"

"What about your bed?" Rick asked, staring at her intently.

Myra felt the pit fall out of her stomach, "Rick…" She looked away, feeling painfully awkward, "We know that would be the worst idea you've ever had."

"I don't think it would be." Rick murmured, stepping up close behind her; she could feel the warmth of his body, even though they weren't touching.

She side-stepped past him, whirling around to meet his gaze, "There are a multitude of reasons…. You're drunk… you're emotional; simply seeking comfort…"

Rick glanced down at her, a slight smirk curved his mouth, "Y-y-you may be right…" He said simply, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, his expression softened, "I-I still wonder what life would have been like…"

Myra swallowed, looking up at him, knowing very well he was referring to what life would have been like with her. "Messy… unpredictable…boring." She murmured in response.

Rick's expression was pained, reaching out to tuck another hair behind her ear. His hand lingered, cupping her face, "y-yeah, I-I'm not a hundred percent convinced…"

Myra gulped again, quickly stepping away from him once more.

"All of those years ago… I-I said 'I love you' without thinking… and I meant it." Rick muttered, his expression emotional. "What happens if I meant to l-l-let slip your name because I-I'm still harbouring some kind o-of unresolved feelings?"

"Rick…" Myra glanced over her shoulder at him, "You are married; you have a beautiful daughter…" She was feeling suddenly hopeless; all of her own unresolved issues seemed to be resurfacing. Was it possible, that on some level, she reciprocated those 'feelings'?

"Just one night…" Rick murmured, closing the space between them, "T-then we can either pretend i-it never happened, or deal with it…" He was suddenly holding her close, staring down at her with hungry, pleading eyes.

"It's wrong…" Myra breathed, staring hopelessly up at him.

"I don't see you stopping me." Rick smirked slightly at her, "W-we both know you could put me through the fucking wall, if you really wanted to."

Myra's brow pinched together as she searched her foggy mind for reason; it was seemingly eluding her. All she knew is that all reason was suddenly evaporating- everything physical, everything Rick; felt right.

They were suddenly tearing each other's clothes off in a frenzy, scampering back towards the bedroom in a craze. It was as though, the years of suppression of resisting their animalistic urges for each other, had been unleashed instantaneously.

They were clawing at each other as Rick pushed her back onto the bed, briefly pausing to admire the sight of her naked body beneath him. He smiled devilishly, climbing down to press his mouth against the bare flesh on the nape of her neck; playfully nipping it between his teeth.

She let out a sharp breath, feeling the responding shivers of pleasure coursing throughout her body.

Although it was short-lived; Rick and Myra had thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Myra laid on top of him for a brief moment, panting; before she slipped onto the bed beside him, her gaze suddenly fixated on the ceiling.

"Fuck…" she muttered, covering her face with her hands, "Holy fucking shit…" the regret of what they had just done was starting to overwhelm her suddenly clear mind.

"T-that was fucking awesome!" Rick was grinning; his arms behind his head as he laid sprawled out, "Fuck I-i-I think we need some kind of trophy!"

Myra was still covering her face, feeling the shame overcoming her, "I can't believe I just did that!" She let out a pained moan, dragging her hands down her face, "I can't believe I JUST DID THAT!"

Rick chuckled beside her, seemingly sobered up after the ordeal, "Hey, even y-you can't deny that was fucking great." He pointed a finger at her and then shrugged his shoulders, "Besides, the seal has been broken; there's no going back now."

Myra stared at him in horror, "That's not how it works!" she hissed at him, "You can't just cheat on your wife and then act like this is perfectly fine!"

Rick shrugged his shoulders, a grin curving his mouth, "H-hey, I'm not denying what we did wasn't completely fucked up; all I am saying is that w-what's done is done and there's no point in continuing to beat yourself up over it. Besides, I am fairly sure that my marriage i-is over either way."

Myra frowned and closed her eyes with a weary sigh, "Doesn't make me feel less like a pile of trash…"

"Wasn't supposed to." Rick shrugged, "But, give me five or ten more minutes and I-I think we're totally going for a round two!"

Myra couldn't help but to smirk in response, despite herself.

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