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“What the fuck am I going to do, Waves?” Wynonna asks, pocketing the pregnancy test without even looking at it.

Waverly thinks briefly that her sister probably doesn’t need to look at it anymore. Wynonna has probably stared at that test so long the image of it is burned into her brain. She knows from experience.

“Okay, see, your whole not answering thing? Not exactly helping right now!” Wynonna barks, voice strained and panicked as she runs a hand through her hair and begins pacing all over again.

Waverly jumps a little, remembering she actually does have to say something. If she's honest, she's surprised at Wynonna’s reaction- granted, she’s almost sure this can’t be the first time Wynonna has been faced with this scenario. But then Waverly remembers that this isn’t a scare , this time. It’s actually happening, and Wynonna’s response makes a lot more sense.

Besides, Waverly’s honestly not even sure if Wynonna has had a pregnancy scare, she's just basing that assumption on how Wynonna acted in high school- whenever Waverly saw her, that is.

Wynonna was mostly a ghost to Waverly when she was living with Gus and Curtis. Meanwhile, Wynonna was bounced from foster home to foster home, and of course Waverly knew that. The whole town knew it. There were whispers, and when those whispers got around to Wynonna, they became loud declarations of how much she didn’t give a fuck.

But this is different. This is real .

“I- um...we’ll- we’ll figure this out, Wynonna. We just-” Waverly is cut off by the sound of Warner screaming.

“Oh, great!” Wynonna huffs, pulling her hand from her hair and making a vague gesture towards the bedroom and Warner.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t leave.” Waverly practically warns because honestly, Wynonna looks like she wants to bolt. Like, out of the country .

Waverly turns around, only to find a very tired Nicole holding a very hungry and unhappy Warner.

“Oh.” The small word just falls out of Waverly’s mouth. She hadn’t been expecting this, though she really should have.

Granted, her sister did just drop a bomb on her in the form of a very unplanned pregnancy, so that only adds to her frazzled, sleep-deprived brain fog.

“I’m just gonna...” Nicole grumbles and trails off, voice hoarse with sleep as she heads to the kitchen, shuffling past them in a half-asleep daze, “Hey Wynonna.” She says in passing.

“Uh, hi?” Wynonna says, lilting up at the end, looking at Nicole and then glancing questioningly at Waverly. Upon Nicole’s departure, she sighs and runs a hand through her hair again. Waverly’s just glad she hasn’t gone back to the pacing. “Waves, what am I gonna do? I don’t know how we’re going to fix this flaming pile of-”

Before Wynonna can finish her sentence, Nicole comes back into the living room, the sound of her slippers grazing against the hardwood announcing her entrance before her words.

“Waverly?” Nicole croaks out, squinting against the dim light in the living room.

“Uh, yeah?” Waverly asks, not wanting to look at her wife at the moment in an act of self-preservation.

“Quick question. What the fuck is your sister doing here at- oh…” Nicole draws out her last word for a second, only to finish, “Four in the goddamn morning?!”

“She needed to talk, and-”

“And that couldn’t have waited til waking hours?” Nicole snaps before leaning over and looking at Wynonna, “Not that I don’t enjoy your company, Earp, but what the everloving fuck?”

Warner starts squirming in Nicole’s arms and screaming bloody murder and Waverly doesn’t have time to worry about her wife. Not right now. The more pressing matter is the unhappy infant in her arms.

“Okay, Sweetheart, I know, I know you’re hungry. Just give Mommy a second.” Waverly says, looking down at Warner. “Why didn’t you give him a bottle while you were in the kitchen?” Waverly asks, looking back up at Nicole.

“I was going to, but we don’t have any, apparently.” Nicole grumbles, trying to soothe Warner but failing before Waverly takes him from her.

“Shit, I thought we had more than enough. Okay, okay...” Waverly’s voice softens as she takes Warner and tries to calm him down, giving him her finger to suck on. It might not be what he wants, but at least it will keep the peace for a few seconds.

“Wynonna, do you mind if I…?” Waverly trails off, looking over at where her sister is standing.

“It’s your house, Waves.” Wynonna says with a shrug, not maintaining eye contact for anything.

“Okay, but no one has actually answered my question. What are you doing here, Wynonna?” Nicole says, trying to draw attention back to her earlier inquiry.

“Hey, how about we sit down and actually try to talk about this?” Waverly says, trying to diffuse the growing tension but ultimately feeling stupid for giving Wynonna some sort of out.

“Do I really have a choice?” Wynonna asks with a sigh.

“Not when it’s four in the morning, no.” Nicole grumbles.

Warner fusses in Waverly’s arms, drawing her attention back to him.

“I know, Sweetie, I know- sh, sh, sh,” Waverly coos, bouncing Warner slightly before walking over to the couch and sitting down. She doesn’t pay much attention as the other two join them on the couch; she is more preoccupied with filling her son’s needs at the moment and thankfully it doesn’t take too long to get them both situated.

Once Warner has latched on, Waverly sighs and finally looks up at her sister and wife on either side of her on the couch.

Waverly knows that Wynonna won't be sitting down for long, but for now, everything seems to still. Of course, she can’t do too much about the nervous energy in the room, but at least everyone is sitting. She counts that as an accomplishment- a win, even.

“Sooo...let's talk.” Waverly ventures.

“Okay, you wanna talk about this? Well, how about I ruined my life, for starters? No matter what I do. And by the way, the whole, ‘what the fuck do I even do’ thing? That’s kind of important.”

Waverly winces, at her sister's words but also because the infant attached to her boob right now is not being gentle.

“Wait, back up. What's even going on? How did you ‘ruin your life’?” Nicole asks.

Bless her heart she even used air quotes.

“Surprise, everyone!” Wynonna starts, voice sarcastic as she fishes the pregnancy test out of her jacket pocket, “Wynonna got herself knocked up!” Wynonna finishes, thrusting the pregnancy test in Nicole’s face

“Holy shit.” Nicole says, her eyes going wide as she reads the pregnancy test.

There’s a slight pause before Wynonna pockets the pregnancy test again and answers, whispering, “My sentiments exactly…”

“Do Doc and Dolls know?” Waverly asks, looking from Wynonna down at Warner.

There isn’t an immediate answer, and Waverly just sits it out, running a finger through Warner’s hair. At least someone here seems comfortable. But Wynonna still hasn’t answered, and that draws Waverly’s attention back to her sister.

“They don’t, do they?” Waverly asks, knowing the answer.

“No. I couldn’t...I couldn’t face them with this. Not when…” Wynonna trails off and breaks eye contact.

“It’ll be okay, Wynonna.” Waverly offers up, trying to comfort her sister.

It doesn’t exactly seem to be working, but she’s trying- at least Wynonna is looking at her again. And Waverly knows that having this conversation while breastfeeding isn’t exactly the best option, but it’s the only one they have until Warner is done.

“I’m not so sure.” Wynonna replies, looking at Waverly and then looking down at Warner before quickly looking away.

Waverly can't tell if the wall has suddenly become super interesting by the simple merit of Wynonna not wanting to stare at her chest, or if the sight of a baby right now is too much. It’s probably both.

Waverly just wants to do something to fix this, to give her sister some sort of solution she can hold on to, or at the very least, give her some solid ground to stand on so she can come to her own conclusions.

“What do you-” Waverly gets cut off by a fussing Warner. She looks down at him, only to pick him up and place him against her shoulder, rubbing his back to try to soothe him and ends up burping him, though he’s still fussing. She tries offering him her other breast, but he doesn’t take it. Now she’s worried he needs a diaper change which wouldn’t be a stretch. The only issue is, she doesn’t exactly want to leave Wynonna.

“Here, I’ll take him.” Nicole croaks out from beside Waverly.

“You sure?” Waverly asks, despite herself.

This was the out she wanted, but the moment it’s offered to her, she’s rethinking the entire thing. She doesn’t want to have to choose between this conversation and her son. But there’s also no way she could even fathom trying to have a conversation with her sister about her options regarding her very unplanned pregnancy while she changes a dirty diaper. That would just be cruel.

“Yeah, I got him.” Nicole says, standing up from the couch and taking Warner from Waverly, “You guys need to talk. And besides, if we need you, I know where to find you.”

Waverly smiles up at Nicole, who returns the smile, though very sleepily. She watches them go, Warner fussing and whining as they leave the room. Nicole bounces him against her shoulder and starts humming.

Waverly glances over at Wynonna, only to see her eyes following Nicole, too.

Waverly then looks back at Nicole and fights the urge to follow and make sure Warner is okay. But this most likely isn’t a dire situation, and Wynonna does need her.

Unfortunately, Waverly’s worries aren’t exactly soothed when Nicole starts singing.

You know I know how

To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out

The club can't even handle me right now

Watchin' you watchin' me I go all out…”

Nicole’s voice trails off as she walks down the hallway and back to the bedroom. Waverly knows she’s still singing, though.

Both sisters just sit there watching the empty hallway until Waverly drags her eyes away and back to Wynonna when she hears her sigh.

“I can’t do this.” Wynonna says, getting up from the couch.

Well, that took longer than first anticipated.

Wynonna's pacing again, staring at her feet as she goes.

“What? What can’t you do?” Waverly asks, still sitting on the couch; she knows cornering her sister isn’t going to help anything, so she sits there and waits. It doesn’t take long for Wynonna's reply to come tumbling out of her mouth.

“This!” Wynonna gestures to herself and then continues, “This!” Wynonna repeats, gesturing to her still flat stomach, “I can’t have a kid! I’m a complete train wreck as a person ! I don’t- I’m not you , Waverly!”

“You think I wasn’t-” Waverly cuts herself off, lowering her voice before she continues, “You think I wasn’t scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with Warner?! In case you missed it, my wife just sang the hook of a rap song from 2011 to our two week old son, Wynonna. Clearly none of us really know what we’re doing!”

Wynonna just stares at her for a second and Waverly’s not really sure what turn this conversation is about to take, but she can feel it changing.

She does not expect Wynonna to burst out laughing, but it happens all the same, and she finds herself joining in. They keep laughing until Waverly’s stomach hurts and their laughter is void of sound. Somewhere in all their laughter, Wynonna stumbles over to the couch and sits down.

Sobering up from their outburst is the hard part because that change Waverly felt before seems to be solidifying in the silence now sitting between them. Waverly knows what Wynonna is going to say before she even opens her mouth to say it.

“I can’t do this. I’m not- Waverly, I can’t have it.” Wynonna says with a deep sigh that seems to take more out of her than the admission.

Waverly doesn’t say anything at first, she just leans her body into Wynonna’s and wraps her up in a hug. It takes a while before she finds her voice, before it feels right to even say anything.

“That’s okay.” Waverly whispers.

Wynonna’s body relaxes at Waverly’s words and Waverly hadn't even realized just how tense her sister was before.

She means it, though. It is okay. This is Wynonna's choice to make, and it's not like motherhood is right for every woman.

“I’ll go with you if you want?” Waverly offers, worried about the silence between them.

Wynonna just nods at first and then chokes out a strangled, “Please?”

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I promise, it’ll be okay.” Waverly says as Wynonna turns to look at her.

Waverly wipes what tears she can catch from Wynonna's cheeks and then tucks Wynonna's hair behind her ear.  

“I’ll be right there with you. We can find a good place in Fort Collins, that way we won’t have to worry about the old biddies down at the beauty shop sticking their noses where they don’t belong.”  

Wynonna laughs at that, which is what Waverly was angling for. She knows this decision isn’t an easy one for Wynonna to make. This isn’t an easy decision for anyone to make. But it’s Wynonna’s all the same and Waverly is not about to stop supporting her sister now.

“Go home and talk to your boys. They need to know.” Waverly says, running her fingers through Wynonna’s hair, “And tomorrow we’ll make you an appointment.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” Wynonna says, sniffling and rubbing at her eyes. “I just...I don’t think I can tell them tonight.”

Waverly’s nodding before she even realizes it, “Okay, okay, that’s fine.”

Wynonna just looks at Waverly so lost and confused and Waverly finally sees the fear in her sister’s eyes. This is an all-consuming terror and there’s really nothing she can do to fix the situation. But of course, that’s not going to stop Waverly from trying.

“You’ll be okay, Wynonna. We’ll figure this out; you’re not alone.”

Wynonna’s nodding silently and tearing up in response and Waverly just pulls her in, giving her sister a side hug. They stay like that for a while, just sitting together in silence and Waverly doesn’t exactly want to break the moment, but she also knows they can’t stay like this forever- she’s in danger of falling back asleep on this couch if they stay like this for much longer. But Wynonna has finally started to calm down enough that Waverly doesn’t fear sending her out to drive back to the homestead, at least.

Waverly is broken out of her thoughts as Wynonna takes a deep breath in and then shifts away from her.

“Okay, if I don’t leave now, you might end up having a permanent house guest.” Wynonna says with a dry laugh as she stands up.

“You sure you’re ready to head back?” Waverly finds herself asking, still seated.

“Yeah. I’ve taken up too much of your time already-”

“Wynonna-” Waverly cuts in, standing up from the couch, her sister’s name falling out in a sad sigh.

“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have come over this late. Go back to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Wynonna says with a small smile.

“Are you sure?” Waverly asks.

“I’m a big girl, Waves. I can make it through the night.” Wynonna reassures her, though Waverly doesn’t feel so sure.

“Well, text me when you get back to the homestead, then.” Waverly says, pulling Wynonna in for another hug.

“I’ll be sure to do that.” Wynonna says as she pulls away and heads for the front door.

Waverly follows after Wynonna and then watches as she pulls out of the driveway. Only when taillights are all Waverly sees does she actually go back inside the house.

Suddenly at Wynonna’s departure, Waverly finds herself absolutely exhausted. All of the excitement and fear and adrenaline has worn off and she’s just left with an aching exhaustion in its wake. All she wants to do is sleep.

Waverly drags herself down the hall and back into the bedroom, only to find Nicole awake in bed.

“I thought you’d be asleep.” Waverly says, pulling the covers down on her side of the bed.

“I woke up when you walked in.” Nicole replies.

Of course the reason for Nicole’s hypervigilance goes unsaid; Waverly already knows why. They both only sleep so much these days and Waverly knows she finds herself only half-asleep most of that time. She can’t let herself fully rest; their own house doesn’t feel safe anymore. Falling asleep even when she knows Warner is in the same room doesn’t feel like a luxury she can allow herself.

They haven’t talked about it, but Waverly is certain Nicole feels the same.

“So...that was something.” Waverly says, picking up her pillow and fluffing it.

“You can say that again. You think she’ll be okay?” Nicole asks.

“I mean, yeah? This can’t be the first time she’s had to go through this. Not if high school was anything to go by.” Waverly observes, placing her pillow back down and climbing into bed.

“Whoa! Judgey much, Waverly?” Nicole asks, taken aback.

“What? Nicole, come on-” Waverly gets cut off there.

“No, you come on, Waves. That was actually really-” Nicole pauses, glancing over at Warner in his bassinet before continuing in a hushed voice, “That was really shitty of you. You don’t know what Wynonna’s been through, and even if this isn’t the first time she’s faced something like this, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve our concern- concern for her well being.”

“Of course I know that! Don’t act like I don’t support my own sister, Nicole!” Waverly bites back, defensive.

“Could’ve fooled me! You’re acting like she should just shrug this off or something. I don’t know, that just doesn’t sound supportive to me.”

Waverly doesn’t reply, she just pulls the covers up to her neck and angrily flips over onto her side, facing away from Nicole.

They stay like that for a while and Waverly is painfully aware that Nicole hasn’t moved an inch. She hasn’t laid down or anything, and Waverly's guilt is eating away at her.

“You’re right.” Waverly grumbles, more into the covers than to Nicole.

No response, so Waverly waits. It feels like an eternity has passed before she huffs and then rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling before she repeats herself.

“You’re right, okay? I shouldn’t have been like that. I was just shocked, you know?” Waverly says.

Still no reply.

“Baby?” Waverly asks, finally looking over at Nicole.

She’s asleep. Nicole is asleep sitting up against the headboard of their bed, and Waverly can’t help but laugh.

At least one of them is getting some rest.

Waverly turns back to the ceiling and thinks over everything that has happened. Wynonna actually came to her for advice, and she has to admit it’s nice to feel needed. But this is also the first time Wynonna has come to her for anything personal. Waverly can’t deny that even though things seem to be falling apart, they also sort of feel like they are coming together.

But then she remembers their move, and the bar, and everything else. All the loose ends they still have to consider.

Just as Waverly starts to fall asleep, her cell phone buzzes on the side table. She leans over and grabs her it off the nightstand, unlocking it and scanning over the message.

Wynonna got home safely.

Waverly places her phone back on the nightstand and sighs as she tries to get comfortable. She knows this peace will only last as long as Warner is asleep, and she knows they’re already working on borrowed time, but whatever sleep she can manage is good enough for now. Waverly’s chewing her bottom lip as she moves from room to room. She has so much nervous energy that she can’t make herself sit still.


 

“Are you sure about this?” Waverly asks, trailing after Nicole.

“I am pretty sure I can handle being alone with my own son for a few hours.” Nicole replies, a bit of a bite to her tone.

Waverly can’t exactly blame Nicole for her reaction, but she also can't stop herself from pushing the issue. She is going to be leaving Warner alone for the first time, ever. The only other time Warner wasn't just within walking distance, Revenants had him, and then Constance Clootie tried to sink her hooks into him. So as much as Waverly knows Nicole can do this, she can't stop her stomach churning with absolute dread at the prospect of leaving her baby.

“I still think you two should go to the homestead for awhile. I know Willa is there and would love to see Warner.” Waverly says, bouncing Warner in her arms as she continues following her wife.

Nicole sighs and stops in her tracks. Waverly can’t help but frown as Nicole turns to face her.

“Waverly!” Nicole snaps, but then softens as they stare at one another. “I can do this, I promise. We’ll be safe and sound the entire time. I know you’re worried but I swear, Warner and I will be fine .”

Waverly wants to believe her. She wants to stand here and believe her wife is telling her the truth, and really, there is no evidence to the contrary. So, she takes a deep breath and nods her head as she exhales slowly.

“Hand him over.” Nicole says, cocking an eyebrow and motioning to Waverly to give her their son.

Waverly hesitates, and she hates herself for it just the tiniest bit.

“Waverly, if you don’t hand me that baby and get the-” Nicole trips over her words briefly, trying to censor herself, “-the heck out of here, I will have to resort to force.”

Waverly opens her mouth to respond.

“And not the fun kind.” Nicole adds before Waverly can get a word in.

Waverly just huffs in reply and hands Warner to Nicole, trying not to make a show of her reluctance.

“Mommy will be back as soon as she can be, I promise.” Waverly coos as she runs her hand through Warner’s hair and kisses the top of his head.

“Can you say, ‘Mommy is crazy’? Can you? I bet you’ll be able to soon!” Nicole hums to Warner, eyeing Waverly the whole time.

“Oh, would you stop it? This is the first time I’ve left him since-!” Waverly cuts herself off there, unable to finish her sentence. She doesn't need to finish the thought, though; Nicole already knows.

As if on cue, Warner starts fussing and Waverly wonders briefly if it's due to the shift in the mood of the room. It probably is.

“Sh, sh, sh, little man. Mama's here, I’ve got you” Nicole hums as she sways from one side to the other.

“I…” Waverly doesn’t get any farther than that. She’s not even sure what she would say, even if she could think of anything. There’s an apology sitting on the tip of her tongue, but she’s doing everything she can to bite it back. There is nothing to apologize for. There is no need to be sorry. But she feels sorry, regardless.

“Hey, I know. It’s okay.” Nicole says, voice soft and gentle, and it takes a second for Waverly to realize that Nicole is speaking to her, now.

“Yeah...yeah.” Waverly finds herself saying, voice a little hollow, even to her own ears as she nods along to her words.

She's not convinced.

Nicole doesn’t complain about her puttering around the house for a little while longer after that. Though, finally, the peace is broken.

“If you don’t go soon, you’ll be late.” Nicole says, down on the floor with Warner for tummy time.

“I still think you two should go to the homestead…” Waverly ventures.

“Waverly!” Nicole snaps Waverly's name like a warning.

“But you’d be safe there!” Waverly argues, despite herself.

“We are safe right here ! Besides, I do not want to be anywhere near Willa right now. Lord knows she'll just spend the time either gushing about Kevin-” Nicole makes a disgusted face as her brother's name leaves her mouth, “-making me sick to my stomach, or criticizing my parenting! If you think I am going to subject myself to that, you are sorely mistaken, Revenants or no Revenants!” Nicole fires back.

“You’re not even listening!”

“Because I don’t need to listen, Waverly! We’ll be fine here. Now get that pretty little ass of yours out of my house, or so help me god!” Nicole huffs, sitting up in front of Warner to stare properly at Waverly.

“Fine! Fine! But if anything happens-” Waverly gets cut off.

“Out!” Nicole yells, pointing towards the front door, “Out now! I don’t wanna hear anymore. Go take care of your sister!”

It twists something in Waverly’s chest to leave just as Warner starts crying. In fact, she’s just standing on the porch staring at the closed front door and feeling a bit dumbfounded.

Of course, her phone buzzes in her pocket and drags her attention away from the very real temptation to just go back inside.

Wynonna’s texting her asking if she's on her way, and a fresh new pang of guilt eats away at her.

She makes her way to her Jeep and climbs in, and about halfway to the homestead does the sudden thought hit her that her beloved car is, in fact, a death trap- at least now that she has a baby to think about. She’s debating the merits of selling Nicole’s truck to get a new car, and exactly how she can convince her wife of such, when she pulls up to the homestead.

Wynonna wastes no time climbing in. She was pacing outside on the porch when Waverly pulled up.

“Hey, you-” Waverly doesn’t get much further than that before Wynonna is slamming the door of the Jeep shut.

“Sorry, just thinking too much...” Wynonna offers in explanation.

“Okay, but don’t take it out on my baby!” Waverly argues as she pats the dashboard of her car as an apology on her sister's behalf.

“Fine, fine, whatever. Just start driving, or I’ll go back inside and face the endless stream of questions from Doc and Dolls. It would be preferable to hearing you ramble on about this old thing!” Wynonna grumbles, shifting in her seat as she aggressively clicks her seatbelt on.

“Hey, my Jeep has been through a lot, but she’s still going strong!” Waverly argues, starting the car back up and pulling out onto the road

“I really don’t see how I never caught on to you liking girls. You’ve called this rust bucket a girl from day one.” Wynonna says, leaning over and fiddling with the radio dial.

“You weren’t exactly paying attention back then…” Waverly trails off, watching the road, thankful that she doesn’t have to meet her sister’s gaze in this moment.

“Well, I’m paying attention now. Anything you wanna get off your chest?” Wynonna says, clearing her throat, “I mean, we’ve definitely got the time.”

“This isn’t about me, Wynonna.” Waverly says, finally glancing over at her sister. “But is there- I mean, do you need to talk?”

“No, stop deflecting. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Wynonna asks.

Waverly’s pretty sure this is just a distraction tactic to get her mind off of exactly what they’re driving towards, but Waverly’s willing to bite...so much. “I don’t know, I’ve just been stressed lately. I mean, I don’t really sleep well anymore, and it’s not- honestly, it’s not all because of Warner waking me up…”

Waverly did not mean to admit that, but the words just started pouring out of her mouth, and it’s nice to finally say it all aloud. She didn’t realize how much she needed to just say that she’s not okay, and Wynonna of all people should understand at least enough to listen.

“It’s because of Constance, right?” Wynonna asks, voice soft and searching.

Waverly doesn’t trust herself to speak, so she just nods, eyes intent on the road ahead of her.

“I still get nightmares, too. I’m not sure if it will ever go away, especially with what you guys went through, but it should lessen with time.”

“Yeah.” Waverly says, voice strained as she chokes up on the steering wheel.

“I’m here for you if you need me.” Wynonna offers as Waverly glances over at her.

“Yeah, I know.” Waverly replies, simply, turning back to the road, “But seriously, do you... I mean, given everything that’s happening today, if you need to talk, you can. I’m all ears.”

Wynonna doesn’t reply at first, and Waverly doesn’t press the issue immediately, but then a few more minutes pass and she’s starting to get antsy.

“Wynonna, come on, you can talk to me.”

“I’m not really sure I can. I mean, Waverly, I don’t know what I’m doing...” Wynonna trails off.

“Wynonna?” Waverly phrases her sister’s name as a question, and there is a pause before any sort of reply.

“Did you ever have doubts about Warner? I mean, not knowing for sure the whole time. That’s just normal, right?” Wynonna asks, looking out the car window.

“I was scared, for sure. I was debating climbing out the bathroom window when the first test came up positive, which was dumb. I mean, there was a perfectly good front door right there!” Waverly laughs a little before continuing, “But when things calmed down, I just sort of knew. Why?”

Wynonna doesn’t say anything at first, she just makes a small noise in the back of her throat.

“I’ve just been thinking...” Wynonna says, trailing off.

“Okay, what’s going on? I mean, is this too much? Do you need more time? I know it’s already been a week, but maybe we can-” Waverly gets cut off there.

“Waverly- I-I’m not sure I want to do this.” Wynonna’s voice is soft as she replies, but Waverly heard her. There is no doubt in that.

Pulling the Jeep over goes smoother than Waverly first anticipated, given that she didn’t think beyond the motion, but there is luckily minimum sliding to a stop on the side of the icy road.

“What the hell, Waverly?!” Wynonna yells, hands on the dashboard to steady herself.

“I am pretty sure that is my line right now!” Waverly yells back, “Now, explain yourself!”

There is a silence that fills the Jeep and this time it feels heavy. Waverly turns the engine off and waits. She will wait all day, if that’s what it takes because she needs answers. They can’t go anywhere without them- not forward or back.

Finally, Wynonna speaks.

“I don’t think I want to have an abortion. It’s just- I’ve been thinking about it a lot since I was at your house last week and maybe...maybe I wouldn’t be awful at this? I have Doc and Dolls, and-” Waverly cuts in there.

“They didn’t pressure you into this, did they? Because if they did, I will take a damn shotgun to their junk-”

“Jesus, Waverly, no they didn’t pressure me into anything! They were really good about it when I told them. I wouldn’t be doing this for them, I’d be doing it for me .” Wynonna puts her hand to her chest as if to emphasize her point, “Look, I’m already pregnant, and I wouldn’t be doing it on my own. I’d have two really great guys right there with me. They’d be over the moon about this if we went back there and I told them I was keeping it… I really think I wanna do this.” Wynonna finally finishes.

Waverly just sits there and stares at Wynonna, falling back against her seat as she tries to digest all of the information that was just piled up on top of her.

“Well, why did you even come today? I mean, we could have cancelled your appointment days ago.” Waverly offers, confused.

“I wasn’t sure then, but-”

“No, Wynonna, having a kid isn’t something you just decide - I mean, it is, but you- you have to want this for the right reasons.” Waverly finds herself arguing. “It’s not like getting pet.”

“It’s not like I planned this, Waves! It just kind of happened, but what’s the harm in seeing it through?” Wynonna replies, defensive.

“You know just how shitty it can be if you- you can’t just bring a kid into this world and then decide later that you wanna check out of being a parent! It shouldn’t work that way! You were there, you were in that damn house with me, you saw how Daddy treated me. How he just- you can’t walk into this lightly!” Waverly’s throat tightens and she can’t continue, but that’s fine because Wynonna seems to have found a well of opinions to fill the silence.

“Have some faith, will you?! I’m not Daddy, I’m not going to just- I’d take care of my own damn kid, Waverly! And Doc and Dolls-”

“It has to be you, too! You have to want to be a Mom!” Waverly yells, voice choked.

“I do! I have wanted it since I got home that night!” Wynonna yells into the small space between them and suddenly everything seems to fall into place. “I mean, on some level, at least. I wasn’t one hundred percent or anything, but-”

“...Why?” Waverly asks, confused, trying to find her composure.

“What?” Wynonna asks, clearing her throat

“Why do you want to do this?” Waverly asks, still trying to wrap her brain around the reasoning for this sudden change of heart.

“I was scared out of my fucking mind but I...after I got back, it just felt, right, you know? I mean, I could screw this all up. I could fuck this kid up for life but honestly, I see what you and Nicole have and I...I want that, too.” Wynonna admits.

“But having a kid isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. My body is wrecked after Warner, and some nights I just want to smother Nicole in her sleep for doing this to me-” At Wynonna’s shocked expression, Waverly adds, “Lightly, lightly smother.”

“I get that. I just, I think I could do this whole mom thing. Don’t you?” Wynonna asks, looking at Waverly with pleading eyes.

“Wynonna...do you even know who the father is?” Waverly asks.

“No…”

“That- that could get really messy really quickly.” Waverly ventures.

“They already- we talked about everything, Waves. If I wanted to keep it, they weren’t going to stand in my way. They said they’d both consider themselves the father, regardless of blood.”

“So you really have been thinking this through?”

“Of course I have! I mean, this is going to change my entire life!” Wynonna yells, exasperated. “As long as I have my boys and you? I’ll be okay. I want to do this.”

They sit like that for a few seconds, just looking at one another as reality starts to hit them.

“You owe me gas money for this, you know.” Waverly says as she starts the Jeep up and heads back to Purgatory.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get paid, don’t worry.” Wynonna replies, looking out the window to the road rushing past them.

Another silence stretches over them, but this one feels far more comfortable as Purgatory’s radio stations drift back into the jeep.

“What about Revenants?” Waverly asks, looking over at Wynonna.

“Huh? Oh, well, I mean, we’re on the homestead land. They can’t get there. Besides, there’s not that many left.” Wynonna reminds her.

“Oh, yeah, right…” Waverly trails off, thinking.

“Hey, you could always camp out at the homestead with us! I’m sure I could make Doc dig up our old camping gear if I have to!” Wynonna laughs at her own joke. “Sorry, sorry, just remembering that time Daddy took us camping and you cried when a frog got into your sleeping bag!”

“Oh my god, Wynonna, I was like three!” Waverly yells in her own defense.

“It was still hilarious!” Wynonna says between laughter.

“Yeah, you’ll definitely make a great mom.” Waverly grumbles as she continues driving.

They finally make it back to Purgatory, and thankfully, Wynonna does pay up the gas money she owes. Waverly’s parked the jeep and Wynonna unbuckled her seatbelt but hasn’t moved to get out of the car.

“You want me to go in there with you?” Waverly offers, hand hovering above her own seatbelt.

Wynonna’s just staring at the house until Waverly waves her hand in front of her face, and Wynonna comes back to reality.

“I don’t wanna go in there. What if- what if they’re disappointed in me?” Wynonna asks, voice shaking the slightest bit.

“Are you crazy? Like you said, they’re going to be thrilled!” Waverly says, smiling at Wynonna, trying to lift her spirits, “If this is what you want, they’ll be happy.”

Waverly unbuckles her seatbelt, but Wynonna’s hands hover just over Waverly’s lap, “No, I can do this on my own. Besides, I think I want it to be just us.”

Waverly smiles and is glad that Wynonna’s actually smiling now, too. “But what about Willa?” Waverly asks, frowning into the question.

“Oh, she’s probably still out with Kevin.” Wynonna says, opening the door to the Jeep and getting out. She leans a little through the open window and smiles at Waverly, “Thanks. For everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Waverly answers automatically.

“No, really, thank you Waverly. That offer to listen still stands if you need it, though.”

“I think you’ve got your plate full for a while, even if I had anything to talk about.” Waverly says, feeling like her smile is a bit more forced than just a second ago.

“I’ll let you know how this goes.” Wynonna says with a wink before patting the door and pushing off of it, heading into the house.

Waverly watches as Wynonna goes, sitting in the jeep for a few seconds before finally buckling her seatbelt and pulling out of the driveway.

There is absolutely no way they can move now. Not when Wynonna is going to go through with the pregnancy. But Waverly weighs her options, and there is also absolutely no way they can keep living where they’re at. She’s found herself between a rock and a hard place and there is no easy way out.

Then again, Wynonna is an adult, and even if she is a mess of a human being, Waverly knows just how much going through a pregnancy can change a person. She knows that she is definitely not the same person she was before Warner, and neither is Nicole. Besides, it’s not like Wynonna would be alone if they did leave. She would still have Doc, Dolls, and even Willa.

Waverly doesn’t know what to do anymore, but maybe getting home and actually discussing the day's events with Nicole will help sort things out. She knows where Nicole stands but...things have changed a bit now. Waverly’s just not sure how much leeway she has with Nicole, especially on something like this.

Pulling into her own driveway brings on a sense of comfort even Waverly can’t deny. Sure, it’s not perfect and things certainly aren’t sorted in the least, but she’s home now and her little family is waiting inside. Things feel a bit more stable now, at the very least.

Waverly takes a deep breath in and unbuckles her seatbelt.

Walking into the house, Waverly is overcome with a sense of dread. At first she doesn’t realize what feels off about the place, but then it hits her; Orie didn’t bark when she unlocked the front door. The TV is on, so the place doesn’t feel entirely abandoned, but still, the hairs on the back of Waverly’s neck stand on end.

That is, until her brain registers the voices coming from their TV. The fast-paced pop culture references are unmistakable to Waverly now.

Nicole is asleep on the couch. Asleep with Warner on her chest as Gilmore Girls plays softly on the TV a few feet away. Hell, Orie even joined in on the fun and Waverly understands why there was no hyperactive puppy greeting as she sees that her vicious guard dog is snuggled underneath one of Nicole’s legs.

Oh, Waverly is not about to let this moment go undocumented in as many forms as she can get it. There are a few pictures taken, and she starts up a recording just as Warner stirs, waking up with a yawn bigger than his little face. Waverly absolutely melts.

She now understands every mom who has ever talked about wanting to just gobble up her children from the sheer overload of cuteness, because she currently feels that.

Nicole wakes up seconds after Warner with a yawn of her own, and Waverly wants to bottle this moment and its absolute perfection. Thankfully, she pretty much has as she’s still recording it, only to stop as Nicole grabs for the TV remote.

“Morning, sleepyheads.” Waverly says with a grin, looking from Nicole to Warner and then settling her gaze back on Nicole,

“I was just, uh-” Nicole fumbles, trying to pause the TV and not managing in the slightest, “You’re home early.”

“I see you found some entertainment in my absence.” Waverly says, smug, as Lorelai Gilmore yammers on about poodles in the background.

"We needed something to fall asleep to, that’s all.” Nicole says, not bothering to sit up just yet.

“Mhm, sure.” Waverly says, nodding along, her smug expression still firmly in place as she picks Warner up off of Nicole’s chest.

Warner squirms and coos as he is picked up, only to snuggle into Waverly the moment she has him close to her chest. “I missed you soooo much.” Waverly whispers, swaying from one side to side as Warner begins to fall back asleep in her arms.

“You uh, you really weren’t gone very long.” Nicole says as she sits up and grabs her cell phone off of the coffee table, checking the time on her lock screen.

Waverly looks over at Nicole and grins before sitting down on her lap, taking a deep satisfaction from Nicole’s arms going around her waist as she settles in,  “Oh boy, do I have a lot to tell you.”