Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Bonus 2

Gail went to answer the door, grumbling to herself. She was in a mood and whoever was at the door was going to get a face full of it, especially if it was who she thought it was.

She glared at the brunette on the other side and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my keys in my car and I just didn't feel like going all the way back down." Holly smiled, the blondes glare not affecting her in the least.

"You can't come in." Gail informed her friend and roommate.

Holly chuckled, then abruptly stopped after seeing the seriousness in Gail's eyes, her stance shutting her out of their apartment. "What, why?"

"I hate you."

Holly cracked a small smile. "No you don't, you love me. Plus I pay half the rent."

Gail didn't move so she went to squeeze past her. The blonde held her stance, unmoving. "You aren't allowed in."

Holly sighed, she knew Gail wasn't going to relent, not when she was able to hold her gaze. "Why do you hate me, Gail?"

She watched as Gail's jaw clenched and she turned her head almost defiantly. She waited patiently for the blonde to find her words, but that quickly went away as a cry came from inside. Both women's heads snapped to look into the apartment, Gail was the first inside, not caring about Holly and going straight to the gated space in their living room.

Gail leaned down and scooped up the crying boy, bouncing him on her hip as she deduced why he was screaming. She checked for injuries, his diaper, and when both came up empty she began to coo at him, maybe they were just gone for too long. Shiloh had always been one to need someone around at all times, to at least hear that someone was near.

"It's okay Shy. I'm right here, mama's right here." Gail hummed calmly into his curls, never ending the rock-bounce thing he'd always liked.

Holly approached slowly, concern written all over her, a million possibilities racing through her head. What if he fell and hit his head and it just didn't leave a mark? What if there was internal bleeding? After a few steps of worrying reality kicked in, rationally it was probably something much simpler, like hunger, wanting attention. "Has he had dinner yet?"

Both Pecks looked to her, Gail in a worried daze -she really hated when her son cried-, and Shiloh's wails came to a sudden stop. His face broke out into a wide smile, a glimmer in his blue eyes from crying, and he immediately started reaching for her with grabby hands.

Holly couldn't help but smile at the eight month old and take those few more steps so she was within reach. She held out her arms for the transfer when it happened, Shiloh's first words.

"Holly!" He exclaimed, and looked to his mom for the nod that he got it right.

"Yeah. Holly." She didn't smile, she wasn't excited, and gave in to what the boy wanted. "I'll go heat his food." Gail's voice was void of all emotion as she handed off the curly hair baby to Holly and went to the kitchen.

Holly was stunned. Shiloh had said his first word, they'd been practicing with him for the past month, sitting on the edge of their seats for what it would be. And he'd done it, he'd spoken, and it was her name. Shiloh had said her name.

"Fuck." She cursed under her breath. Shiloh had said her name and not Gail's, not the 'mama' they had taught him. Holly smiled at the beaming baby boy and wiped the tear stains off of his dark, chubby cheeks. Bouncing him she reprimanded with a coo, "why couldn't you have just said mama? I mean, I love you for saying my name, you've got no idea how much. It's very flattering. But mama loves you too, possibly more than me, but that's hard to tell..."

Holly was babbling. Again. She did that when she was flustered, and boy was she. First she was filled with love and adoration for Shiloh, excited that he had started talking, and then overwhelmed with guilt that it had been her and not Gail. She didn't know what to do, how to make it better.

"Gail?" She hesitantly said from the doorway of the kitchen.

She grunted in reply.

"I'm sorry." Holly almost whispered.

"It's whatever." She shrugged and continued preparing Shiloh's food. "He said his first word, it's an exciting joyous occasion."

When Holly didn't answer Gail turned to face her, she kept her emotions in check -they were petty and childish anyway- and smiled. "Seriously."

She searched the blue eyes of her best friend, she knew she wasn't okay, but she was trying to be and that's what counted when it came to Gail. "He loves you, you know."

Gail smiled as she gazed at her son trying to untangle his fingers from Holly's hairs, a very concentrated expression furrowed his brows. She sighed. "I know."

~

Later that night Gail was sprawled out on the floor of the hallway, Holly sat on the other end a few feet away, and Shiloh was being set up for the umpteenth time to try and crawl.

Holly had let the first word thing drop, letting Gail be low key grumpy the rest of the evening. The blonde said few words, but mostly stuck to their regular habits of dinner together in their tiny dining space, TV, bath, and some sort of learning activity before bed. That nights activity was trying to get him to crawl.

"Go to mama." Holly cheered and pointed to the blonde.

Shiloh rocked on his hands and knees in his spot of an arms length away from Holly. He was giggling with joy for all of the undivided attention he was getting. Knowing that not quite doing as he was told was a sure-fire way to get more.

"Common. Right here, Shy." Gail clapped her hands together.

Holly patted his diapered, pyjama clad butt in encouragement. "Go to-"

"Mama!" He exclaimed.

Both women stopped, their lungs caught their breath, and found each other's gazes. They split out into cheers and wide smiles, Holly clapped and told him how good of a job he did.

"Mama. Mama. Mama." He continued to repeat, loving all of the praise.

Gail squirmed into her feet and swung the boy into the air, catching him she beamed and planted kiss after kiss all over his face and neck and tummy.

"In your face, Lunchbox!" She stuck her tongue out at the brunette and continued to twirl the boy around.

Holly laughed, overjoyed that she wouldn't have to make up for earlier the next day, but mostly because of how happy the moment was for her best friend. Gail had been waiting for Shiloh to talk since before he was born, the blonde had always been captured by what her child would turn out to be like and talking had a big part in personality.

She pulled out her phone and took a picture, she wanted to remember this moment, this feeling. She waited another moment before sending it out to Traci and her mom with the caption 'guess who just said mama'.