Jemima knocked on the door of apartment 415, Hariot’s apartment. She tapped her foot nervously and waited for the door to open.

The door finally opened and Jemima laughed out loud when she saw Hariot standing before her dressed like a mother from the fifties, she had a long red and white checkered apron on, and her hair was done in a very retro style.

“What?!” Hariot asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“Nothing Mrs Cleaver, can the Beaver come out to play?” Jemima said with a giggle.

Hariot laughed, “Too much?” she asked.

“No, it’s perfect.” Jemima said and walked into the apartment.

Jemima marveled at how large the apartment was, it was nearly twice the size of her own, and was furnished with many ultra modern conveniences, quite the contradiction to Hariot’s current garb.

“Have a seat anywhere you like, I’m almost finished with my cookies, and then we can sit and have a talk.” Hariot said and scurried of to the kitchen.

Jemima removed her coat and draped it over the back of the couch, she walked around it and took a seat, sinking into it’s plush softness. She noticed a wealth of baby items in the corner on the other side of the living room, and felt her heart begin to beat faster.

Hariot came from the kitchen a moment later with a tray of cookies and two large glasses of milk, “All right, I hope they taste as good as they smell.” she said with a smile, setting the tray down on the coffee table and handing Jemima her glass of milk before taking a seat next to her on the couch.

Jemima took a cookie and bit into it, the chocolate chips melting in her mouth, she savored the warmth and flavor for a moment before taking a sip of the cool milk.

“I’m glad you came.” Hariot said with a smile and a bite of her own cookie.

Jemima nodded and swallowed her cookie, “Me too, if only for the cookies and the company.” she said. “So, how does this work?” she asked nervously.

“Well, the best way is to just dive right in.” Hariot said, placing a hand on Jemima’s knee. “Do you need a change?” she asked sweetly.

Jemima’s head began to swim, she was suddenly at ease and yet still conflicted. She felt good about the whole thing, but was still unsure if it was right for her.

“I guess mommy will just have to check for herself.” Hariot said and made a move to undress Jemima.

“Wait.” Jemima said, finally finding her words.

“What’s wrong?” Hariot asked, and stopped her progression.

Jemima sat quietly for a second, and then looked Hariot in the eyes, “I umm, I’m messy.” she said, her face flushing crimson.

Hariot sat for a second looking Jemima in the eyes, “Well, then, we better get to work.” she said with a smile.

Hariot stood up and put out a hand for Jemima, she helped her up, and then surprised Jemima by picking her up and placing her on her hip. Jemima smiled and rested her head on Hariot’s chest and let her carry her to the bedroom, and to a new world.