Some Words are Better Than Others

AN: I absolutely love the idea of Mommy!Myka and so this chapter was born. I hope that it is not a bad start to this multi drabble fic. I really hope it does not disappoint.

It had been a long day. Traffic had been abysmal, all the lights on the way home had been painfully red, and the ac in the car did not seem to kick in. Which meant that the ice cream in the trunk had melted and made a puddle of colourful and sweetly sickening stench. Today was not a good day. Work had been painstakingly slow, with the exception of the gooers acting up and spraying everyone and everything, including her very well detailed 5 page long report of her last retrieval. She watched as the ink on her papers began to smear noting that maybe it was time to go home. Now here she was, watching as the paper towel soaked up the disturbing liquid mix in the car.

"Hi!" Small arms entangled themselves around her waist. "Eww! That smells horrible!"

"Hi baby girl!" She placed a kiss atop the eight year old's head "Don't look at it too long, it's nauseating. Did you have a nice day at school?" She turned to the street to wave at John and Cara. She mouthed her thank you as he shook his head. Her mind flashed back to their past conversation "It's no problem, us parents have to stick together right? Besides this weekly carpool is a genius idea! That way we only have to endure school traffic a couple of weeks in the year. You're truly a genius."

"Say goodbye to Cara and Mr. John"

"Byeeeeeeee!" Christina obliged drawing out her farewell.

"So how was school?"

"It was good. Mrs. B said that she liked my poem about family," she grinned a small proud blush adorning her face "and that she wants to display it during English week if that's okay with me and you and mum"

"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you honey! I think that would be a great opportunity to showcase your writing talents."

"How was your day?" Christina asked as she always did. It was a habit she had adopted from Myka and Helena.

"Today was very much a Monday." Myka replied. Christina furrowed her eyebrows in utter confusion.

"It is a Monday."

Myka smiled at the girl. "Never grow up, okay?" She placed another kiss atop her head "It's a saying." she replied as she grabbed the bundle of wet paper towels and placed them in the garbage bag, she sprayed the car with a foaming solution that would remove the sticky from her trunk "Mondays are usually hard and slow days for adults. They are often dreaded days."

"Dreaded?"

"It means that you don't want to do something, in this case that you don't want to have to experience a Monday."

"Oh, okay." Christina nodded slightly "I'm sorry your day was a Monday." Myka couldn't help but chuckle at the seriousness of her statement. This would definitely be a Christina quote.

"You are too cute!" Myka began to wipe the trunk clean "So, any homework?"

Christina pursed her lips ever so slightly and focused her eyes to her upper left "Um, I need to do my maths, and do my readings, and, and, oh and do an interverview"

"An interview?" Christina nodded. "Who do you have to interview?"

"Mrs. B said to pick someone you love and or admire. That means that you look up to. She had to tell us that like ten times because Zack and Jade didn't pay attention when she was giving her examples."

"Who are you going to interview?"

"You." She grinned at Myka "You're like the tallest person! Of course, I look up to you."

Myka burst out laughing as she closed the garbage bag. "Oh honey, you are too much sometimes." She picked Christina up. "While someone you look up to does mean that, it also means someone you would like to be as, a role model." She could hear Christina's realization of her mistake. After a few seconds of pondering the girl spoke again "Can I still pick you?"

Myka smiled from ear to ear. "Of course you can." She kissed the girl's cheek. "How 'bout some pizza for dinner? Heavens knows that if I cook today the house will probably catch fire." The girl's eyes became wide with glee. "Go put your things inside while I order food. Remember that it's just you and me tonight. Mummy is away at work until tomorrow, okay?" The girl nodded and hugged Myka. She placed her on the ground and watched her walk away, bags in hand. She was growing up so fast. Who would've thought that nearly three years ago Myka was shocked to find her high school sweetheart pushing a stroller in the middle of a Colorado supermarket? She'll always be fascinated how fate weaves its way through time and space.

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They sat next to each other, Christina wildly moving her arms while explaining what 'disaster' took place today in school. Myka rested her head in her fist lovingly looking at the eight year old.

"And then... BOOM!" she made explosions with her hands "Everything came crashing down and Mrs. B was furious! She was thiiiiiis close to yelling at them, I could tell. So before she did Emma and I decided to grab the paper towels and throw them on the spilled water." She took her last bite of her slice of pizza. "Then Mrs. B smiled at us and gave us a start to each of us for being helpers in the class room." She finished brightly.

"Great job honey. Thank you for helping out in class." Myka dabbed a napkin with her drinking water. "May I?" She lifted the damp napkin and Christina nodded. Feeding a eight year old pizza was a rather greasy event. She did her best to wipe the excess sauce on her cheeks and grease on her lips. "Please wipe your hand with your napkin. Thank you."

"M-Myka?"

"Yes?" Christina looked down at her lap, her feet dangling from the chair moving in slow circles. "Remember what we always tell you? Feel free and comfortable to ask us anything you want." Myka pressed her right cheek softly and Christina nodded.

"Are all Mondays bad?" She whispered her question.

Myka turned her head in intrigue. "What do you mean?"

"Earlier you said Mondays were /horrible/." She emphasized her word of choice of the month. "Are they all like that?"

A small smile formed on Myka's face. "No baby, not all Mondays are bad. If days are good or bad it depends on the person. For example today was not a particularly good day for me, but you got a star! So it was a good day for you. What defines if a day is good or bad is the events that take place during it. Okay?" Christina looked up into her eyes. "You are too sweet, love." Myka pulled her onto her lap and hugged her. "You wanna know a secret?" She felt the girl nod into her neck. "My favourite girl was born on a Monday."

"Mummy was born on a Monday?" she said her voiced muffled by Myka's neck.

"No. You were." She rubbed the girl's back. "You, Miss Christina Wells, are my favourite girl in the whoooooooole planet. And you were born on a Monday. How can Mondays be bad if they gave me you?" She squeezed her close. She felt a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too sweetie, so so so so very much. Never forget that, okay?"

"Okay."

"You ready for your bath?" She felt the girl strengthen her grip in response. "Alright, hold on tight." Myka stood up holding on to Christina's back and bum. With how fast the girl was growing they wouldn't be able to pick her up like this much longer, so she was going to do it as often as possible. Oh, and how she loved doing it.

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Bath time went as smoothly as ever. Today it was a musical bath night, which meant what Myka considered the most adorable renditions of whatever they had been playing at home. After bath time came story time and tonight Christina asked for an original Myka story. And so Myka obliged. Tonight it was the story of the fantastic girl scientist who saved the world using science.

"... and so Dr. Amelia saved the day. Goodnight baby girl." Myka gave the sleeping girl her goodnight kisses. "I love you." And with a final kiss Myka got up from the bed and strode out of the room, making sure as always to leave the door ajar. She contently made her way downstairs to pick up after dinner.

Her life had not gone according to plan, and she could not be more content about that fact. She could barely contain the smile on her face as she picked up the pizza left overs, cleaned up the kitchen, fixed up Christina's school lunch, wrote the girl's to-do list on the whiteboard in the kitchen, and made sure the contents of her bag were ready for school tomorrow.

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Myka sat on the couch folding their laundry her damp hair letting small drops fall on the pieces of clothing. She liked to keep busy whenever Helena was away. Since they began dating she could never quite manage to fall asleep by herself. She hummed the lyrics to the song reserved for the sleeping girl.

She walked the folded clothes basket upstairs placing every piece of hers and Helena's clothing where they belong, leaving Christina's in the basket next to the door. She turned off the lights and got into bed. She glanced her clock, 1:24 am. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Her eyes shot open as a bloodcurdling scream filled the quiet night.

"Muuuummmmmmy! Muuuuuuuuuuuum! Mommaaaaaaaa! Moooooooooom!"

Myka's heart was beating as fast as it could and for a second time stood still, the adrenaline pumping through her body fueling her movements. She ran towards Christina's room taking a tumble with the laundry basket.

"Mommaaa!" another sob filled the night.

She opened the door and quickly hugged the girl. She glanced around the room, windows were still locked and nothing was out of place. "Baby are you okay?" Myka checked Christina for any physical harm. "Christina?"

The girl sobbed loudly into Myka's neck. "It's okay honey, you're okay." She rubbed the girl's back holding her tightly until her sobs subsided. "There, there honey. Shhh, it's okay." The girl tighten her grip around Myka.

"You want to talk about it?" Myka asked softly. Christina shook her head moving her legs around Myka's body. "It's okay monkey. We don't have to if you don't feel like it. But please answer me if it was a bad dream or something else."

"A bad dream" she whispered

"Okay, thank you." Myka kissed her head. "I'm sorry to say this but your mum is not home tonight. Buuuuuut you have me." She smiled into the girl's hair.

"I know," She sniffed "that's why I called you."

Myka's body stiffened ever so slightly. "You did?" she asked quietly. Her eidetic memory fleshing out the previous events. Mum, mummy, momma, mom. She said mom. Myka looked the girl in the eye "You said mom. You called me mom." Tears filling her eyes.

"I-Is it okay?" Christina asked softly adverting her eyes

"Of course it is sweetie."

"Mom" Christina tested the word out and nodded happily. She quickly hugged Myka once more. "Mom?"

"Yes?"

"You're not leaving, right?" The seriousness of her tone told Myka she was not referring to leaving the room.

"What?! No honey. I'm not going anywhere. Of course not. Why would you say that?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Well, I heard you and mum talking on the mobile about you moving and stuff. And I don't want you to go. I really love you and I don't want you to leave."

"Oh baby, I'm not going anywhere. We were talking about moving some furniture out of storage." She pushed a lock of hair behind the girl's ear. "I love you too," she smiled at the girl. "Come here honey." She hugged the girl tightly.

"Can I stay with you?"

"Hold on tight." Myka held onto the girl as she got up from her bed. She walked to her bedroom with the girl on her arms. She glanced at her clock once they were back in the room 4:03 am. She made a mental note to call the school to excuse Christina for the day. Myka sat on the bed still holding on to her baby girl. She rubbed circles on the girl's back until her breathing evened out and Myka's eyes began to close.

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It was six am when Helena silently strode in the kitchen door. The scent of freshly brewed coffee invaded her nostrils. "Myka?" she asked to the vacant kitchen. She made her way upstairs thinking her wife may be running a little late this morning. She opened her bedroom door "My-" her words died in her mouth as she saw her daughter laying on her wife's chest just as she did on her own chest when she was the size of her arms. Myka's hand were on the girl's back lightly hugging the girl. Helena got her phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture of this beautiful sight.

Myka's eyes fluttered open. "Hi" she whispered

"Hello" Helena whispered back

"Bad dreams" Myka said as she adjusted her hand to protectively cover the girl a wide grin on her face, the last night's event fresh on her memory.