Port Charles Does It Better Part Two

Chapter 12

     "Babe!" Kristina yelled from the back of the house. Parker walked down the hall and into their bedroom where her wife was finishing up wrapping the gifts for Morgan from Alexis. "What is it?" She asked plopping down beside her in the floor and grabbing a box and some wrapping paper. "I can't wrap this stupid thing." She said tossing the odd shaped box down in front of her. "I don't even know what the hell it is." Parker picked it up and switched it with the present she was about to wrap. "Here, just do this one." She told Kristina, who was clearly getting frustrated. She looked down at the weird looking box. "Okay, seriously though. What is this?" She asked turning the cardboard box in all different directions. "It doesn't even have a picture on the front. Kristina shrugged her shoulders and started working on the one Parker gave her. "There's really no telling with my mother." She admitted. They wrapped a few more before they finally finished up. "Next year," Kristina mumbled after a while. "She's wrapping her own damn presents." 
   
     They pulled into Alexis' driveway about a quarter after 5. "Do we have to stay for dinner?" Kristina whined. Parker put the car in park and turned the key back. "Yes honey, but only because you always make me answer your phone and I, unlike you, have to try and stay on your mother's good side." She picked up the hand of the girl sitting in the passenger seat and kissed it. Kristina gave her a fierce look. "I love my mother, I really do. I appreciate all that she's done for Morgan and myself, and even you." She acknowledged. "I just can't stand the helicopter parenting." She said with a pout. "I'm literally married with a child AND we have our own house." Parker chuckled out loud. "The pouting says everything." She joked receiving another look. "Kristina, I'm kidding." She said with a laugh. "She just loves you. That's all it is. She cares and wants to make sure you're doing alright. A dinner once a week won't kill either of us. Plus our son is in there and if we don't eat, she won't give him back." She said with a smile.  Kristina's face lit up at that thought. "He's probably waiting for us watching out a window or something. Let's go inside." She said unbuckling her seat belt and stepping out of the car.
     Parker, on her heels, caught up with her at the front door. They walked inside and found Morgan, as predicted, sitting in the window seat looking outside. "Hey baby!" Kristina said, grabbing his attention. "Mama!" He said, clumsily climbing down from his seat and walking (almost running) to them. When he got to Kristina's feet she swept him up and covered his face in kisses. "We missed you!" She told him as he noticed Parker. "Mama!" He said, reaching his hands out for her. "Okay then," Kristina said with a laugh. "I see how it is." She told him with a smile before handing him off to Parker so she could give him love. "I'm gonna go find mom. I'll be right back." She told her, giving her and the baby another kiss before roaming the house looking for Alexis. 
     "Mom?" She called. Alexis came running in the room. "I swear I only left him for two seconds." She was told. "I had to go to the bathroom." Kristina shook her head. "It's fine mom, he was just in the window. No harm done. What are we eating?" She asked her mother. "I figured we could have taco night. You like tacos, Parker likes tacos, we all like tacos. That and it only takes like 15 minutes to make and I haven't even started yet." Alexis admitted. "It's fine mom. Do you want any help?" She asked but Alexis said no. "Go see Morgan. He's been asking for his mama, granted I don't know which one." Kristina rolled her eyes. "Should have seen that one coming." She said before turning around and walking into the den. 
     When she returned, she found Morgan cuddled up on the couch next to Parker with his tiny arms wrapped around her waist and his head in her lap. Kristina walked over and sat next to them, pulling his feet into her lap and scooting closer to her wife. "Is he sick?" She asked the blonde, who was running her fingers through his curly hair. "Nah," She replied with a smile. "I think Grammy wore him out though. He's super tired." Kristina smiled down at the toddler who was now facing her direction. "We'll go home soon baby boy, we just have to wait until after we eat okay?" He nodded his head and rolled over and put his face into Parker's stomach. "Yup," Kristina said aloud. "He's definitely tired." She bent down and kissed his head before looking up at her wife. "We're having tacos by the way."
       Parker suddenly had a flashback. She went back to their wedding day/honeymoon, which happened to be the last time they had eaten them. She remembered the resturant, Kristina's childhood friend, Mac laying in blood and Kristina unconscious from an unexpected visit from Nelle. Which also by the way, for the first time in her life she actually had to use a gun. She grew up around them so she was familiar with them, but she never thought she'd have to use one. Kristina noticed her zoning her out and brought her back.
     "Babe?" She said, rubbing Parker's back. "You okay?" She asked looking concerned. Parker snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I just got lost for a minute. It's fine." She said. Her wife wasn't buying it. "Is this about the island?" Kristina asked. Parker didn't say anything, but just stared at the floor. "Hey," Kristina told her, taking her face in her hands. "It's still bothering you isn't it?" Parker nodded this time. "It hasn't for a while. I'll be fine." She told her. Before Kristina could say anything else, Alexis yelled from in the kitchen. "Time to eat!" Parker took this opportunity to end the conversation before it got any more complicated. "Let's go eat so we can get this baby home yeah?" She said and walked into the kitchen leaving her wife and son behind her. Kristina looked down at Morgan. "I think your mother is lying to me, but shhhhhh. Mommy will get it out of her later." She told him kissing the side of his face and taking him into the kitchen. At least I hope so anyway.