Kerry was still in her pajamas with her hair back in an elastic when the doorbell rang a little after ten on Saturday morning. Her date with Kim the previous evening was still fresh in her mind as she sat on the floor playing with Henry.

She looked at the door, looked at her position on the floor, then at Henry.

“I don’t suppose you could go get that for Mommy?”

Henry laughed as Kerry gave him a quick kiss on the forehead before hoisting herself up with the support of her crutch and the couch. She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror as she approached the door.

“Crap,” she said touching her hair. It was both an expletive and, in her opinion, an appropriate description of how she looked. Then the person at the door decided to knock. “I’m coming!”

Kerry looked through the peephole then back at the mirror contemplating if she had any hope of improving her appearance while Kim stood outside. She sighed and opened the door.

“Good morning, Kerry,” Kim said as she walked in without waiting for an invitation. She continued past Kerry and into the living room. “Hi Henry.”

“Hi,” he replied and returned to his toy trains.

“Kim?”

“What?”

“Did I ever mention how damn annoying it is that you’re such a morning person?”

“I thought you liked when I got up before you,” Kim said raising her eyebrow.

Kerry suddenly had a very vivid flashback of lying in bed while watching Kim dress for work.

“Kim,” Kerry said as the blond approached. She was grateful that she had at least brushed her teeth. “Reminding me of things like that is not exactly conducive to us taking things slowly.”

By then Kim had her hands on the shorter woman’s shoulders and was staring her in the eyes.

“Infer what you want, Ker. I was simply pointing out that my morning energy never bothered you before.”

And with that, Kerry knew that Kim had not been referring to the mornings Kerry watched her dry her hair, but rather those that had been occupied with other, more intimate activities.

Kerry let out a breath that ruffled both of their bangs.

“Infer nothing, you are flirting.”

Kim planted a kiss on Kerry’s forehead just as the redhead had done to her son minutes earlier, then backed away.

“I came over to spend some time with Henry. I like him and he’s crazy about me.”

“Really?” Kerry said, sitting down on the couch.

“Yep. I thought I might take him to the park or something. You’re welcome to tag along if you want.”

“Kim, what are you doing?”

“What?”

“What are you doing here?”

Kim sighed and sat next to Kerry on the couch.

“I want to date you.”

“I know.”

“I want to do it right this time, Ker. I want to go out and do things together without worrying about who’s going to see us. I want to get to know you all over again. I want to get to know Henry.”

“I thought the way you ran out of here last night that you were having second thoughts about this. I thought I might have already fucked things up.”

Kim moved closer and put her arm around Kerry, running her fingers through the tousled hair.

“For a psychiatrist I’m terrible at reading people in my own life. If I’m rushing you, I’ll back off. I’ve got laundry I should be doing today.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Kerry replied and Kim noticed her hand.

“Ker?”

“Hmmm?”

“Um, where’s your ring?”

Kerry reached down her pajama top and pulled up the chain from her around her neck. Her gold band was hanging from it.

“Baby steps, Kim.”

“I’d say that’s a giant step, Ker.”