Alex, she was concerned about Cassidy. Cassidy was under constant pressure dealing with Christopher O’Brien. Alex knew that Cassidy was determined to distance Dylan from the man he knew as his father. It was all taking a toll on her wife. She wondered if perhaps they should take a break from attempting to grow their young family. It was an added stress, even if it was with the most loving and hopeful of intentions. Alex felt incredibly guilty for her frequent absences over the last few months. She knew they added to the strain. She had missed Cassidy. She had missed Dylan. The physical distance was something she needed to close, and soon. There would always be trips she would need to take, many times without warning. That was unavoidable and all the more reason that her daily work needed to move closer to home. She kneaded her temples, threw her head back against the door and sighed.
“Alex?” a voice softly called.
Alex’s eyes were startled open. She strained to focus on the sight in front of her. “Cass?”
“Yeah,” Cassidy giggled as she began to close the distance between them. “Surprised to see me, I guess.” Cassidy smiled as she reached Alex.
“What are you doing here?” Alex asked, almost as if she was unsure Cassidy was real.
“I missed you too,” Cassidy laughed and placed a gentle kiss on her wife’s lips.
Alex kept her eyes closed and took a deep breath. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”
“Um-hm. You might
see
me better if you opened your eyes,” Cassidy joked. Alex just sighed and kissed her gently. “Alex?”
“Hmm?”
Cassidy tried to suppress her laughter. The relief she felt in Alex’s arms was indescribable. It lightened her spirit. “You look exhausted,” she observed. “Did you eat?” Cassidy asked. Alex opened her eyes and shook her head. “Alex, you have to stop and eat.” Alex turned slightly and handed Cassidy the smallbag she had placed on the floor, sporting a cheesy grin. Cassidy narrowed her gaze playfully and peeked in the bag. She rolled her eyes and nodded. “I see,” she said. “Cupcakes were not exactly what I was referring to.”
“They’re vanilla,” Alex chimed in, widening her toothy smile.
“Umm.”
“You love vanilla,” Alex observed.
“Yes, I do,” Cassidy admitted. “Are you trying to tell me you want dessert before dinner,” Cassidy flirted.
“I like dessert,” Alex offered.
“Yes, I know that too.” Cassidy’s next thought was immediately interrupted by a passionate kiss. “What was that for?” she asked as Alex pulled back slowly.
“I’m just glad you are here. Where’s Dylan?”
Cassidy patted Alex’s cheek. “I wondered how long that would take.” She watched Alex’s eyes widen hopefully. “Your mom took him upstairs about an hour ago. Go on,” she encouraged. “He’ll be thrilled to see you.”
“I don’t want to wake him,” Alex said a bit sadly.
“Honey….”
Alex sighed. “I hate this, Cass.”
“I know. Do you want to eat something?”
“I’m not hungry,” Alex replied.
Cassidy stroked the agent’s cheek tenderly. “Okay, let me put these in the kitchen. Go up. I’ll be right there.” Alex kissed Cassidy on the forehead and followed her direction. She reached the top of the stairs and stopped. She didn’t want to wake Dylan, but she couldn’t resist looking in on him. She opened the door to the bedroom and peered inside. Dylan had the blankets tucked tightly around him. Alex laughed. “Some things never change,” she said, recalling how her mother always tucked her in protectively. She tip-toed to the bedside and kissed Dylan carefully. Cassidy reached the door and just watched. “Sorry, Speed,” Alex whispered. “I promise. I promise, pretty soon I won’t be away so much. I love you, Dylan.”
Cassidy swallowed hard. She could hear the tension and the heartache in Alex’s voice. “Alex…” Alex ran her hand gently over the sleeping boy’s head and