𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐬.

`` if i hadn't pulled you out of there i— god i don't know what i might have done. `` she ran her fingers up through her hair now. she knew she had made the right decision. even if alexa was mad at her right now.

`` i know, but i had to step in you know that. `` she leaned her hips against her desk now, eyes following to where her wife went to sit.

she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and to help ease the tension in her forehead. "i didn't mean it like that. i just meant because she's been asking me the same questions." she leaned back slightly, arms crossing. not defensive, just tired.

emily pursed her lips for a long few moments, a soft sigh tumbling. `` i'm sorry lex, i just- i did what i had to do. `` it was hard, of course it was, having to make decisions like that one. the last thing she wanted to do was go against her wife. but she was the unit chief ↣

OH.ᐣ why the hell can’t two moms be friends.ᐣ

`` baby, talk to me. what's going on? `` her voice is soft, no move made yet to give any sort of physical contact.

. . . a friend.ᐣ

`` they'll get over it, or we can plan a second wedding, just something small to appease them. `` she gently tugged alexa into her lap now, wine glass placed down and her arms snuggly wrapped around her waist.

`` i don't think it was a bad thing baby, i mean neither of us wanted a wedding to begin with. `` she shifted a little to face the younger woman a little more. `` we did this the way that made us happy. that's what matters. ``

`` fucked up? how? `` she turned her gaze to the other, a brow raised as she took a drink from her glass.

the softness in her gaze quickly faltered at alexa's question, "you sound like mom." she rolled her eyes, groaning as she rubbed at her forehead. "i ate early this morning i think? i don't know, there was a pop tart involved." she leaned back, stretching her arms —