Like a Prayer - We’ll Take You There

by Agathario4ever (ao3)

Chapter 1: The Anticipation

The two of them cornered you and shoved you against the wall as soon as you walked in the door, your back pressed against the cool feeling of wood paneling.

“Hiya hun, did you miss us?” Agatha smirked and murmured in your ear. She had on a delicious brown leather skirt that zipped all the way from her waist to the hemline, a long sleeve ribbed pink turtleneck top was tucked in. She had on two gold ribbed rings and you could feel the cool metal against your skin as she grasped your neck.

You’d been gone for an entire week, attending a marketing conference as a panel speaker in Washington DC. Agatha and Rio were your wives and you lived with them in their Los Feliz mansion in Los Angeles.

“I missed you so much , mommy,” you groaned into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning your forehead against hers. She slightly pulled you away from the wall and Rio slid in behind, joining in and wrapping her arms around the two of you.

“Did you miss your Mamí too?” Rio growled into your ear and grabbed your chin from behind, slightly tipping it up. She was wearing a crisp cotton shirt with wide leg brown pleated trousers.

You let out a soft gasp. “ Of course I did, Mamí , I missed you both so so much .”

“Tell us sweetheart, did you behave the entire week?” Agatha asked in her low drawling voice. She didn’t actually need to ask — neither of them did. They kept close tabs on you, even from afar. But just to be sure, they had locked you in a chastity belt the morning you left. It was uncomfortable the first time you’d tried it out, but eventually you got used to it. Plus, the delayed gratification made the rewards even more satisfying.

“I behaved myself, mommy. I didn’t touch myself, I locked in and focused on the work in front of me. My presentation on crisis communications in the movie industry was so well received, I only wish the two of you were there in person to see it,” you gushed. “I wore the outfit you picked out for me – the black turtleneck with a red leather skirt and the red mini heels, and I felt so confident, and it felt like you were hugging me right there, when I did find my mind wandering, I only thought back on you and Mamí and being your good girl.”

“That’s our girl,” Agatha placed another kiss on your forehead as Rio nuzzled her nose further into the crook of your neck. “I missed the scent of your skin, baby,” Rio whispered.

Agatha released you from her hold, grabbed your right hand and pulled you down the hall and towards the kitchen. You clutched Rio’s hand in your left as she trailed behind. Agatha spun you around and your back hit the marble kitchen island. She had a soft smile on her face as she helped you hop up, your feet lightly swinging back and forth.

“Well Rio, what do you think? Our little kitten behaved herself for an entire week and blew it out of the water with her presentation. I think she’s earned her reward,” Agatha turned toward Rio, interlocking their fingers and meeting her lips with a kiss.

“I agree, and what should we reward our little princess with?” Rio said, voice sweet like honey.

“Hmm, I think we should keep it a surprise, anything you’d like you add honey?” Agatha looked at you.

You felt yourself clench and a familiar warmth pooled in your lower body.

“Please, mommy, I want to feel all of you — both of you. I want you to destroy me and build me back up. Tie me down and fuck me so hard until I can’t move anymore, and do it again and again, for every day I was away from you two. I want you to use me as a vessel, breed me until your warmth spills out of all my holes, I want every inch of me, to feel every inch of you and Mamí. I’ve missed you and Mamí so much. I trust you both so much and you make me feel so safe.” The words spilled out of your mouth and you started to cry, you began to fall forward, forgetting you were still sitting on the island and Agatha caught you with your chest against her forehead. She gently rubbed your back, moving in slow circles, molding your flesh in her hands.

“Breathe honey, Rio and I are right here, we aren’t going anywhere.”

“I –” you started, taking a big gulp of air. “I just missed you guys so much, it was so hard going a week without being with either of you,” you whispered softly and Rio stepped over to wipe a stray tear that was drifting down your face.

“We’re here now, baby, why don’t we head upstairs where your reward is waiting, shall we?” Rio stretched out her hand. It was weathered yet soft from hours of working outside. “Why don’t you head upstairs to the bedroom, your mommy and I will be shortly behind.” You headed towards the stairs, head drifting into a distant memory as you climbed the swirling staircase.

Rio was a landscaper that attracted high end clients, and Agatha, a marketing executive for a booming Hollywood studio. They were an unlikely couple, yet it worked. You’d entered into the relationship 7 years ago, fresh out of college with a degree from Westview University. The spring before you graduated, you’d scored an internship with Cobalt Studios, a production company in Los Angeles. That summer, you packed up your belongings – somehow fitting it into your Honda Accord, and drove across the country with everything you owned, plus your cat Señor Scratchy. It was the first day of your internship and your stomach was gurgling like a garbage disposal. “This was it,” you thought. This could be your big break, or it could be your entire downfall.

You were pulling long hours, often not leaving the studio until 10 or 11 at night, but you were one of the studio’s best interns. You had no family though, so it didn’t matter to you. Your parents had died in a fiery car crash when you were little, and you were only here through the graces of a surprisingly good foster home and several high school teachers that helped weather the storm with you. It was a miracle pure drive and devotion that got you this far. But something inside of you was tired from being the only one to hold yourself up. 

Enter Agatha Harkness. She was the director of marketing for Cobalt Studios. She had the reputation of pissing people off until she got her way, but she was good at her job. And she was also your boss. You’d come in crying one day, the stress of fast paced life in LA and very few friends minus your cat had gotten to you. Agatha grabbed your shoulder in the hallway and pulled you into her office, she handed you a tissue,

“Brush it off, sugar tits. Whatever’s going on, save it for later.” She was a bit brash, but she followed up with more quietly “I don’t know what’s going on honey, but you can come to my office anytime you need a break. I’ve watched you work and I’ll provide space for you if you need it. I see your potential,” and she walked off, casually cursing and flipping the bird at someone who almost walked into her. 

You ended up taking her up on that offer. Not often — maybe once every week  or so. But there was something soothing about sitting in Agatha’s office with the door closed, sipping a bitter espresso shot she brewed for you while she scrolled through emails and cursed under her breath about advertising budgets and press releases. She didn’t ask questions. Not at first. She let you exist, even when you felt like you couldn’t keep doing that for yourself.

At some point she started calling you “kid.” You hated it. You weren’t a kid, you were 24 for fucks sake. You snapped at her one day, “don’t call me kid, and don’t call me baby!” you fumed, and she’d just grinned, eyes flashing over the rim of her coffee mug.

“You’re feisty. Good. You’ll need that grit if you’re gonna survive in this industry.”

“I came from nothing, I think I’ve got this handled,” you responded through gritted teeth. She only let out another laugh and went back to her computer.

Eventually, she stopped saying it. She started calling you sweetheart instead. Slowly but surely she was breaking you down and building you back up into being hers.

It wasn’t until six months into your internship that she invited you to a dinner party. “What should I wear?” you casually asked, feeling a need to impress those around you.

“I’ll send something to your place, along with a drive who will pick you up at 7pm sharp.”

“Wha–?” you breathed as she held a finger to your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you sweetheart.”

You were just getting out of the shower when you heard the doorbell ring, with a towel wrapped around your chest and your hair still dripping, you shuffled to your front door and opened it. There sitting on the front step of your apartment were shopping bags from Neiman Marcus. You grabbed them and quickly shut the door. Inside was a sheer button down long sleeve white blouse, with a nude lace bralette to go underneath. She had included a pair of wide leg off white linen pants and strappy brown snakeskin kitten heels. It must have cost at least $800, you thought to yourself and scrunched your forehead trying to figure out how you’d pay her back. As you pulled out the shoes, a note dropped out.

         “Anything for you sweetheart. Don’t worry about the price, I’ve got you.

                                                                                                    -Xo Agatha”

Running back upstairs, you changed swiftly into the outfit, fussing with your hair and settling on a low ponytail with the front strands hanging out. You heard the sound of a car pulling up and ran back down, grabbing your purse on the way out, locking the door behind. You thought it was going to be a night of networking. It wasn’t.

Agatha’s driver dropped you off and there you were, at her house. It was a sprawling Spanish style home up in the hills. There were warm lights strung across the front lawn, faint jazz music playing in the background. You walked up the lit path to a heavy looking dark stained door about to knock when a woman with a ponytail pulled back in a silk scarf, and dirt under her nails opened the door to greet you with a smile that made you want to melt on the spot.

“Hi. You must be the one Agatha keeps pretending not to talk about,” the woman said, voice low and smooth. “I’m Rio.”

You were stunned. And a little flustered.

Rio was nothing like Agatha. Where Agatha had sharp edges, Louboutin heels, and a fiery spirit, Rio was soft cotton, wide hands, and quiet confidence. She didn’t ask you questions you weren’t ready to answer. “Want anything to drink?” She asked casually.

“A glass of red would be nice,” you respond, gazing around Agatha’s home.

She handed you a glass of wine, told you dinner would be out in fifteen, and went back to tending a pot on the stove with something that smelled like roasted garlic and comfort.

You felt like you’d been sucked into another world. Agatha found you and pulled you into the heart of the house, introducing you to her colleagues and friends. You mingled with them until dinner and recognized a few from the studio and made small talk with them.

“Dinner is ready!” Rio loudly proclaimed.

You and everyone else moved towards their dining room, you felt a surge of nervousness course through you, not sure where you’d have to sit. However, that was already thought of when you saw assigned places with people’s names at the table — your spot was seated across from Rio and next to Agatha who was at the head of the table.

They didn’t touch each other much — not in front of you. But there was something between them, a tension, a rhythm, a steady hum. Agatha’s eyes followed Rio whenever she moved. Rio would smirk when Agatha barked at the oven timer like it personally offended her. Rio had gotten up to grab the dessert from the oven. It was domestic and absurd and…safe. And you hated how much you wanted in.

Towards the end of dinner, you felt a light brush against your leg, you chalked it up to being an accident and shifted — until you felt it again. You looked up, your eyes drawn to Rio’s and she smirked, moving her leg against yours. There was a growing pool of heat in your stomach but you couldn’t move, you felt your face turn slightly pink and hoped no one noticed. But Agatha did, and she gave a slight wink.

By the end of the night, you were tipsy, full from a satisfying meal, and curled into Rio and Agatha’s couch while Agatha sat beside you with one arm slung over the back. The other guests had already left, you were the last one there. You didn’t mean to fall asleep, and you for sure didn’t mean to wake up at 2am under a blanket one of them had draped over you, tucked between the two of them like it was normal.

It wasn’t normal.

It was the precipice of something more.

The three of you never talked about the night on Agatha’s couch. By now it was May, and you were in your last weeks of your internship. Work was a blur and you’d been offered a permanent position with the studio, a position that remained under Agatha’s watchful eye. But after that one night at dinner, you noticed yourself joining them more often – movie nights, casual weekend brunches in the garden that Rio had meticulously landscaped – bougainvillea framed a trellis that overshadowed a stone pathway from the backyard through the garden and creeping thyme filled in between the cracks of the stones. Further out in the backyard, she’d installed several raised garden beds, packed full with heirloom tomatoes, squash, peppers, and more.

They’d kept inviting you to relaxed dinners after long and heavy workdays where Agatha would lead you into her kitchen to pop open a bottle of red and position the glass in your hand because you were worth it . Oftentimes you’d stay way too late, distracted by Rio’s deep conversations about the mortality of the world, all the while Agatha would steal glances at the way you watched her.

There was something lingering in the air – not exactly danger, it was something slightly softer, and it draped you with a cloaking feeling of safety – like you were always meant to be right there. With Agatha and Rio.

It was as if time stood still and now, you found yourself in Agatha’s Los Feliz mansion once again. There was no hidden meaning with a dinner invitation or prospects of networking, just a simple text invite from Agatha:

Agatha: "I think you could use a break, honey. You’ve been working long hours at the studio, why don’t u drop by tonight, Rio just picked up our wine subscription, it  might loosen you up - xox”

You: “Thanks, Agatha. I’ll see you two tonight - x”

Between your second glass of wine and soft piano music drifting through the background, unspoken feelings bubbled up towards the surface like a freshly cracked can of Diet Coke.

“You always seem so wound up,” Rio lightly teased, watching as you swirled the half drank wine in your glass, “What’s Agatha been doing to you at the office?”

Agatha smirked and looked at you.

“Oh, it’s nothing she’s been doing,” you respond. “If anything, she’s been a phenomenal mentor and colleague to lean on. It’s just...hard being here in LA, I still haven’t made a lot of friends and  sometimes I feel so alone. Agatha already knows this but my parents passed away a long time ago so I don’t really have anyone left. I get home from work and it’s just me and my cat, Señor Scratchy.”

Agatha was sitting across from you on the couch, one leg pulled up towards her chest, wine glass cradled in her hand. “Oh honey, you’re not alone, you have us. And if you need more support, all you have to do is ask. You’re welcome to spend more time here if that’d help you. In fact, I have several guest rooms if you’d like to stay whenever you’d like” She said softly, sitting up and placing a warm hand on your calf.

You swallowed, voice suddenly feeling very small, your heart pounding at the walls of your chest. “I – I don’t want to overstep your boundaries. You’ve been so good to me at work, and always inviting me into yours and Rio’s home.”

Rio was sitting on the floor with her shoulder leaned against the couch right under where you were sitting. “Sweetheart, you’re not crossing anything, I think you’re so scared of crossing lines that you’ve forgotten you’re allowed to want.” She put her glass down and put a hand on your thigh making small circles. “So, what do you want?”

It felt like your chest might rip wide open, showing proof of vulnerability for all to see within a 100 mile radius. “I –” your voice was cracking, years of vulnerability about to crack through your walls like a tsunami breaching a seawall. “I think…I think I want to stay. Here. With the two of you,” because what did you have to lose?

Rio gave your thigh a light squeeze and Agatha stood up from the couch, walking over and kneeling in front of you. “Then stay,” she said, words flowing out of her and wrapping you tightly like a warm blanket. She gently cupped the edge of your chin between her fingers, bringing you up to meet her gaze. “You can stop overthinking,” she murmured, her breath barely grazing your lips. “Let us take care of you, trust us.”

“I want to,” you said, voice wavering, your eyes getting misty “but I don’t know how to do this.”

Rio turned all the way around so she was also kneeling before you and put your hand in hers and started lightly massaging the muscles. “The good news is, you don’t need to know anything tonight.”

Agatha glanced at her and added again “All you need to do is trust us, we’ve got you, sweetheart.”

And so you did.

That was seven years ago, the beginning of it all, and that’s how you ended up sprawled on their 4 post king size mahogany bed in their LA mansion, eager to receive your reward.

Chapter 2: The Reward Pt. I

You heard their voices before you saw them, you could feel your underwear already damp, the gusset was soaked through and you wished they’d rip them off already.

"Oh honey, you look so delicious and needy like this, are you ready for your reward? You’re our good girl." Agatha smirked and licked her lips.

You nodded vigorously and noticed something dark and shiny in Rio’s hand. Rio walked over to help you sit up and handed you the item, "While you were gone, we had these custom made. It’s a latex catsuit darling, we have matching ones and we hope you love it," she smiled.

Your jaw dropped and your eyes started to form tears. "You didn’t have to, I love it so much,” you whispered.

"Anything for you, princess. Let us help you put it on," Agatha held out her hand, encouraging you to stand up.

"You’ll need to take everything off," Rio winked.

And so you did. You peeled off all your clothing, your underwear was practically dripping wetness, incredibly turned on by the latex.

"Oh honey, you’re so wet for us." Agatha smirked. Your face turning a light shade of pink and pivoting to face her.

"It’s all for you, Mommy."

Rio grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and started rubbing it on your body, starting at your shoulders and drifting lower and lower. Her hands were massaging the lube in circles into your hips and then she slowly slipped a finger into your hot and wet cunt. You moaned.

"Oh sweetheart, you’re so tight from a week away from us." Rio moaned into your ear.

You shifted backward, trying to add more pressure but she quickly removed her finger. You whimpered.

"Patience babygirl, we’re just getting started," she cooed.

You let out one more soft whimper and stepped into the latex bodysuit that Agatha was holding out for you. You moved your legs into the suit and Agatha pulled it up, helping guide your arms through the sleeves and moving to the back to zip it up. It felt so good and tight, it was like a safe little cocoon – a security blanket of sorts. You felt the cold zipper on the back, and noticed there was another zipper that started right around your pelvis and ended right at the base of your lower back – perfect entry points.

"Oh darling , you look so fucking delicious, wouldn’t you agree, Mamí" Agatha let out a long and deep growl.

"Mmm , this was well worth the wait," Rio said with a sly grin creeping across her face.

"Get on the bed and kneel, we’ll be right with you shortly."

You followed her command and climbed onto the soft mattress, they had laid a soft splash blanket over the bed and you couldn’t wait to feel what prize was awaiting you. The two of them helped each other change swiftly into their latex body suits and Agatha gently grasped your shoulder. "You can turn around, sweetheart."

You turned over and looked at them, eyes growing dark with desire, your mouth watering. "Holy shit, you’re so beautiful Mommy, and you too, Mamí. Please ," you beg, "I don’t know what you have planned, but do whatever you want with me, destroy me, use me, fill me up," you shed a tear.

"Lay down, baby, we’ve got you." Agatha said softly, clambering on the mattress and hovering above you.

She slipped a silk sleep mask over your eyes and lifted your head to secure a soft silicone ball gag with breathing holes around your mouth. “If you need anything, tap three times, and remember, we’ve got you, and we love you, you were so good without us for a week, and you’re so deserving of everything good in this world.” She pulled your hands up towards the top bed posts and Rio secured soft handcuffs to hold them in place. Agatha guided your feet down to the corners of the bed where another set of cuffs held your legs in place and you laid were spread eagle on your back.

Agatha’s eyes had gone dark and Rio let out a soft moan. "I think we can start giving her what she wants," Agatha said with a smirk. Rio crawled onto the bed and started massaging and pinching your nipples through the latex as you let out a gasp. "You like that baby," and you could only moan in response, your toes curling. 

"Hmm, what shall we do next to our pretty little angel," Agatha tapped her fingers on her chin as if questioning her next move, even though she’d already planned it out way in advance. “Let’s find out.” 

Agatha stepped into a dark leather harness and slipped in a sparkling midnight purple 7 inch strap.

"Mm, you look delectable," Rio said to her wife.

"Why thank you, my love,” Agatha gave her wife a quick kiss as she climbed onto the bed. Rio was sitting on your chest, still playing with your nipples when you felt the tip of Agatha’s strap line up with your swollen cunt. "Are you ready sweetie?" she asked. You moaned in approval and she plunged into you.

The stretch was immediate – firm and unrelenting, yet impeccably controlled. Agatha knew your body like a roadmap, every angle she hit deliberately, pushing you right to that edge between too much and not enough. The cool latex of the catsuit only heightened the friction, your body was practically vibrating beneath her with each slow thrust.

"Fuck," you whimpered, mouth full around the soft ball gag, your eyes fluttering shut under the blindfold.

Rio leaned in close to your ear, her fingers still teasing your nipples in time with Agatha’s rhythm. "You’re taking Mommy so well, mi amor. She’s fucking you so deep – I wish you could see yourself, all stretched and slick and messy for. All for us ."

Agatha chuckled darkly, picking up the pace. "Look at how much you’re dripping, babygirl. You missed this cock, didn’t you?"

You moaned around the gag and yanked helplessly at the cuffs knowing there was no escape, overwhelmed and aching in the best way. The only option you had was to sink deeper and deeper into the space and let yourself float.

Rio slid down your body and knelt beside you, her tongue darting out to lick around where Agatha’s strap met your cunt, licking at the slick sweetness that spilled from you like a fountain in the Garden of Eden. She was the snake, and you were the fruit. You sobbed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations — Agatha inches deep and steady inside of you, and Rio lapping hungrily at your swollen clit.

Agatha leaned forward, her chest pressed flush to yours, one hand cradling the side of your face while she fucked into you with slow, debilitating thrusts. "You’re our good girl, and we’re going to ruin you. We’re going to ruin you so much that no one else can lay claim to you, you are ours and only ours. You deserve to be filled up, again and again, don’t you?"

You moaned and nodded frantically, tears peering out from the edges of the blindfold.

“Oh, fuck,” Agatha growled. “She’s going to come. Come for us babygirl!”

You cried out, body straining in the cuffs, Agatha was thrusting harder and Rio grabbed your clit between her teeth and gave a slight tug – it sent you careening over the edge and you let out a scream through the ballgag, a scream loud enough that everyone down the California coastline probably heard you and you didn’t give a fuck. Agatha lightly thrusted as your body came down from the high, and pulled out with a wet smacking -pop- . You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness and Agatha gave you a reassuring squeeze on the thigh.

Rio pulled her mouth away, her lips wet with your arousal. She scooped up your dripping come with two fingers and put it in her mouth. “Mmm,” she said, lips pucking around her fingers, “you taste so good. Aggie, why don’t you taste our sweet little wife.”

You felt Agatha’s cool fingers dive in between your folds, you were still experiencing aftershocks from that life changing orgasm and shuddered at the feeling. “Oh baby, this was all for us? You’re so fucking delicious.”

Rio kissed your thigh and then lifted your blindfold. Your face was streaked with tears and mascara, your lip quivered and you stared longingly into Rio’s deep brown eyes. “Oh honey, you’re so beautiful like this, but just you wait – this is just the beginning and we’re going to make you fall apart in the most beautiful ways.”

Agatha slipped her strap out of the harness, letting it fall to the floor before kissing your forehead. She lleaned close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’ve been so perfect for us, baby. So patient, so good.” You let out a low whine and tried to move closer, the cuffs on your wrists and legs reminding you that you couldn’t move and that they were the ones in control.

Rio was already reaching for the nightstand, pulling out a compact toy – curved, sleek, and soft velvety silicone. One end was an internal vibrator, and the other end had clit suction. She turned it on low, and it rolled softly in her palm. You couldn’t see it, but the hum sent a ripple of anticipation down your spine.

"Look at you,” she cooed, trailing a finger over your hip, “Tied down, still so wet and needy. You’ve earned this."

You moaned against the ball gag, a pleading sound overlaid with gratitude, sinking deeper into subspace.

Agatha traced your jaw with a fingertip. "We’re going to make you come now, sweetheart. As many times as you can take. We want to see you fall apart, but don’t worry, we’re here to build you right back up."

Rio climbed between your legs, the bed dipping with her weight. She guided the vibrator between your thighs, sliding it through the open latex zipper, until the firm curve of it was pressing directly against your swollen clit.

The moment it touched you, you arched in the restraints, a muffled cry spilling from your lips.

"Shh," Agatha soothed, her hand massaging your scalp and stroking your hair. "It’s okay. Let go. You don’t need to hold back now."

Rio smiled, gently increasing the intensity as she watched you writhe beneath them. "Let it all out, my love. You’re ours. Let us take care of you."

The toy sucked rhythmically against your clit, unrelenting. You had no way to grind or pull away – you were just there , held completely in their hands, helpless in the most beautiful way.

Your thighs quivered as your first orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, and it didn’t stop.

Agatha kissed along your temple, brushing damp, sweat soaked strands of hair away from your face, and murmuring praises into your skin. "That’s it, my love. That’s one. Let’s see how many more you can give us."

The toy stayed pressed right against your clit, vibrating in perfect, brutal rhythm. Rio's fingers gently teased your nipples through the latex, and your body shook as the next orgasm ripped through you like a wildfire. You cried out, gag muffling your sobs as your second orgasm hit the peak, your back arching, muscles locking, legs trembling.

"You’re so beautiful when you fall apart like this," Rio whispered into your ear.

"You take everything we give you," Agatha added. "You were made for this, weren’t you?"

Your hips jerked as another orgasm built, faster now, no recovery time in between. The toy buzzed mercilessly against your oversensitive clit, and tears leaked from beneath the blindfold as you came again — harder, messier, you were gasping and grateful.

Still, they didn’t stop.

Agatha gently unbuckled and removed the gag, replacing it with a kiss. "Use your words, honey. Do you want more?"

You nodded, voice raw and breathless, “Yes, mommy. Please. Please give me more.”

"Good girl," they whispered in unison.

They let you come again. And again. Until you couldn’t speak, until your body was quivering in the restraints, flushed and soaked and shaking.

Finally, after one last climax ripped through you like a shuddering exhale, Agatha turned the toy off and brushed a kiss across your lips. "There. Look at you. So perfect. So spent. All for us and fall for you because you’re such a good girl."

Rio leaned in and unbuckled the handcuffs with slow, steady hands. "We’re going to untie you now, baby. We’re not done yet – but you’ve earned something even more beautiful next."

You could barely move, completely undone and adored.

Your limbs were trembling as they eased you into a seated position, Agatha was behind you, slowly massaging your shoulders and unzipping the latex suit. Your breath was still catching from the last wave of release. Your skin tingled as you peeled your arms out of latex, your heart soft and open. Rio knelt in front of you, gently peeling off the blindfold to reveal her flushed, loving face.

"There you are, our sweet girl," she murmured, cupping your jaw and kissing you tenderly. "Still with us?"

You nodded, blinking slowly. “I feel like I’m floating.”

"That’s because you are," Agatha said with a quiet smile, wrapping a soft blanket around your shoulders and handing you a glass of cool water while Rio retrieved what came next.

The ropes.

They were a light purple color, hand-dyed cotton, and they smelled like Rio. She pulled out a shallow basket that had been hidden from view, overflowing with dainty blossoms – azaleas, sprigs of lavender, pale pink peonies, and tiny blue forget-me-nots.

"We’ve been looking forward to this,” Agatha said, her arms anchoring you as Rio settled in front. "You’ve given us so much tonight. Let us turn you into something sacred."

You breathed in slowly, letting your eyes flutter closed as Rio started her work.

Each rope wound slowly around your body. First your wrists, then your chest, under your breasts, framing them in soft, careful tension. Rio’s touch was gentle and methodical. Every knot had a purpose. Every pass of the rope embedded whispers of love into your skin.

"You’re doing so good, my love" she whispered, looping the rope around your shoulders and down your back in a beautiful diamond pattern, securing you but never confining. You could feel your pulse in every knot, your breath syncing the careful rhythm of Rio’s hands as she worked..

Agatha whispered affirmations as she kissed along the nape of your neck. "You’re so beautiful like this, so open. You’re art."

Rio leaned forward, beginning to weave in the flowers. An azalea was tucked between your breasts, anchored by a knot at your sternum. Sprigs of lavender were slipped under the ropes across your thighs, while tiny forget-me-nots were woven through your wrists and shoulders like distant constellations. She worked slowly, with skill, like every flower was a sentence in a love letter.

When she was finished, you looked down and gasped, a soft, teary sound.

"I — Rio, it’s beautiful. I feel like…" your voice cracked, tears starting rolling down your face "This feels like something sacred."

"You are," Rio said simply, pressing her forehead to yours.

Agatha gently cupped your chin and lifted your gaze to hers. "And now that you’ve bloomed, my darling, let us worship you properly."

She moved to the foot of the bed, pulling out one last surprise from the chest at the foot of it – a shining silver base, attached to a long, curved shaft with soft padding and adjustable settings.

A fucking machine.

You swallowed, heart fluttering all over again, not from fear – but from the anticipation, from being so fully known, and the deep trust you had in both of them.

"We’ll start slow, my love," Agatha whispered a promise in your ear, helping you shift onto your back, your bound arms resting above your head like a halo, in a graceful arc of rope and flowers, a plush pillow tucked between your lower back and the bed, "Safe word?"

"Petals ," you breathed.

"Perfect," Rio whispered, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh. "Now let us take you further."

The machine was angled towards you, the shaft lubed and lined up with your aching cunt, and when it eased into you with that first slow push, you cried out softly – it wasn’t from pain, but from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Agatha sat beside you, stroking your hair as the machine began to move in steady, gentle thrusts. "That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that. It’s ok to fall apart in front of us."

Rio kissed your ankles, your thighs, your tummy, watching every tremble, every twitch, every gasp, like electricity running through you. "You’re so loved. You’re everything to us."

The rhythm grew stronger, faster, but never rushed. It was all built for you, built to push you higher, to let you feel every heartbeat of love they poured into you.

You came again like a wave from the Pacific Ocean breaking on the shore, again and again, each one more beautiful than the last, your body glistening in sweat and flowers and love.

Your whole body trembled as the machine finally slowed to a stop, the slick hum of it replaced by the sound of your ragged breathing. Rio had moved from the bed and gone to the bathroom, and you could hear the distant whoosh of the faucet filling the bathtub, awaiting you in the bathroom.

Agatha was the first to speak, her voice hushed. "You did so beautifully, baby." She brushed the sweat from your forehead and planted a kiss.

You could barely nod, salty tears slipping silently from the corners of your eyes – overwhelmed, yes, but not broken. The kind of cry that comes when your soul finally believes it's safe.

Rio had come back and  was already loosening the ropes with practiced care, her fingers never rushing, never pulling too fast. Each knot released you like a secret being released and told back to you in reverse: you are precious, you are whole, you are held.

Agatha gently reached between your legs with a soft, warm towel, cleaning you up while whispering soothingly against your temple. "I’ve got you. We’ve got you."

Once the ropes were off, Rio gathered the delicate blooms that had fallen into your lap, setting them aside in a little ceramic green vase.

"Come on, sweetheart," Agatha murmured. "Let’s get you into the bath."

You leaned against her as you were helped to your feet, boneless and floaty, held upright by nothing but love. The bathroom was dimly lit, Rio had lit a couple candles that were flickering on the counter, the large tub already filled – it smelled like vanilla and something peppery, strands of steam ascending into the air.

Agatha slipped in first, settling against the smooth edge of the tub. Then Rio helped you climb in, guiding you into the warm water and letting you sink between Agatha’s legs, your back to her chest. Rio climbed in afterward, fitting herself close at your side, draping an arm around your waist.

The heat soaked into your bones like sunlight. You let your head rest against Agatha’s shoulder, her fingers carding gently through your damp hair.

No one spoke for a long while.

There was only the quiet drip of the bathtub faucet, the warmth, and the safe and secure presence of their bodies beside yours. Rio kissed your cheek while Agatha kissed the crown of your head.

"You did so well tonight," Rio said softly. "You gave us so much."

"You gave me everything," you murmured, voice small and hoarse. "I’ve never felt so loved. I love you so much Mommy and Mamí," you babbled a bit incoherently.

"Because you are," Agatha said, wrapping her arms tighter around you. "Always. You are never too much. You are exactly enough. We are yours, and you are ours."

Rio reached out to brush your face with the back of her knuckles. "And when you’re ready, we’ll dry you off, get you ready for bed, and you’ll be safe between us under all the blankets."

"I’d love that," you said sleepily and smiled in adoration.

By the time the bathwater cooled and your fingers were wrinkled like dried flower petals, they helped you out carefully – first Rio with a thick and fluffy towel, then Agatha with gentle hands steadying your swaying hips.

They dried you slowly, delicately, no one was in a rush. Rio massaged velvety feeling lotion into your legs and arms, murmuring softly in Spanish between kisses to your shoulders. Agatha dried your hair with another warm towel, then ran her fingers through the strands as if she was combing out any leftover tension and unneeded thoughts.

They helped you into your pajamas, one of Agatha’s old button-ups and a pair of Rio’s worn cotton boxer shorts that barely stayed on your hips. You felt small in the best way. Safe. Valued.

Once you were dressed and feeling warm and cozy, Rio offered you a small, comforting smile as she helped you into a pair of fluffy socks. Agatha gave you a soft kiss on your cheek, your hand in hers and she pulled you to the bed. As the cool air of the bedroom met your skin, you shivered lightly, but it was nothing compared to the raging heat of the moments shared earlier with skin to skin latex. 

The bed was already pulled back, the splash blanket gone and tossed in the washer, the silk sheets cool and crisp, and you followed them toward it, still wrapped in the cocoon of their love. 

Agatha grabbed her phone from the nightstand and turned down the lights. Your favorite plush blanket was already pulled back, and Señor Scratchy sat curled in his usual spot at the foot of the bed, blinking slowly, as if approving of all that had unfolded.

"Come on, baby," Agatha said, lifting the covers and opening her arms to you.

You curled beside her, limbs relaxing instantly to her steady warmth. Rio followed, settling behind you and wrapping her body around yours like a second blanket. Agatha’s fingers traced shapes of flowers on your cheek while Rio pressed kisses to the base of your neck.

There were no more words needed.

Just the quiet rhythm of breath shared between the three of you.

Your limbs were heavy and satisfied, your heart beating slow and steady. You let out a long, contented sigh as Agatha tilted your chin and kissed you softly, deeply, her tongue wrapping around yours, with the kind of certainty that only came from knowing you were finally home.

"You’re everything," she whispered against your lips.

Rio added, "We’re yours. Every inch of us. Every night."

You hummed softly, caught between sleep and safety. "Promise me this will never change."

Agatha kissed your temple. "Only if you promise to keep falling asleep like this."

You laughed faintly as Rio tucked the blanket tighter around you. "Deal."

They knew your body like scripture, and your heart like the gospel — devoted not only to your pleasure, but to your peace.

The last thing you felt before drifting off was the pressure of their bodies against yours, the soft thrum of love all around you, and the faint tickle of a flower petal still caught in your hair, leftover from earlier.

And as you fell asleep, nestled between Agatha and Rio, you let out a content sigh of relief.
You felt belonging . That feeling you’d been searching for 7 years ago? It was here, finally.
You were completely, absolutely, finally home.

Chapter 3: The Reward Pt. 2

Early morning light flitted in through the curtains, waving at you and casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets tangled with your bodies. You blinked slowly and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, curled between Agatha and Rio — Agatha’s arm draped heavy across your waist, Rio’s hand resting possessively over your thigh. You could still feel the faint buzz of last night on your skin, you knew you’d probably have trouble walking today, but fuck it, the pain felt so good . The smell of vanilla, sex, and sweat faintly lingered, anchored by the warm safety of their bodies.

Rio stirred first, nuzzling her lips against your shoulder. “Morning, m’lady,” she murmured, voice still hoarse from sleep. “You doing okay?”

You nodded against the pillow, burrowing your head into her chest, your voice a hoarse croak. “I feel perfect. Physically - absolutely destroyed – in the best way,” you add on, “but mentally and emotionally, I feel amazing.”

Agatha chuckled sleepily, grabbing you with her arm and pulling you closer. “Mmm. My good girl,” she whispered. “You took everything just as we had dreamt about, if not more.”

They kissed your cheeks and shoulders in unhurried affection before you crawled out of bed. You threw on one of Agatha’s faded oversize t-shirts from college and padded into the kitchen, while Rio brewed pour over coffee and Agatha busied herself, cracking eggs into a pan.

“Rio, how do you want your eggs?”

“Over hard, I love it when you make my eggs hard,” she snickered.

Agatha rolled her eyes and you attempted to swallow your laugh. She tilted her head towards you.

“Sunny side up please, Mommy,” you popped your bottom lip out, “and can I have a piece of toast?”

“Anything for you, sweetie.”

The domesticity was a bit jarring yet sweet in the best way — after the night of being strapped down and fucked into another universe, now here you were, barefoot and cared for, watching the two women who owned your heart and your body move with casual grace around each other.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Rio asked, sliding a warm mug into your hands.

You gazed up at her and took a slow sip. “I still feel like I’m on cloud 9, like I’m floating through space. But I think I want more? Pretty please ?”

Agatha raised an eyebrow from behind the stove. “Well god damn, aren’t you just insatiable,” she muttered affectionately. “That’s our girl.”

The three of you finished breakfast in the sunny kitchen, playful bantering and laughter between bites of toast and sips of coffee. The warm, steady pulse of the morning grounded you, but beneath it pulsed the low thrum of desire — something that never quite fully settled ever since the night before.

By the time dishes were washed and Agatha had pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, you leaned against Rio, tracing the seam of her sleep shirt with your fingertip.

“Can we… do more rope today?” you asked quietly, glancing up at her with hopeful eyes. “I really enjoyed yesterday, but…maybe we could try something more, not that what you’ve given me already isn’t enough, I’m so so grateful” you rambled on, “I was just thinking maybe you could try another new thing?” 

Rio looked at you, a slow grin curling at her lips. “You really want to be tied up again already?”

You nodded. “It felt so good, Mamí.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow as she stepped in, her hand grazing along the small of your back. “Mmm, there’s our rope bunny,” she said approvingly.

“We can change it up this time,” Rio offered, her calm voice edged with a hint of dominance that made you feel like falling to your knees. “What if – what if I bound both of you together?” she looked slowly at you, then to Agatha.

You blinked. “Together?”

She leaned in, her breath brushing your ear, voice low and sultry. “Yes, honey, I want to see the two of you tangled up so tight — skin to skin, ropes hugging every curve, both needy and helpless and dripping while I make you both come with the same toy. The two of you will become one.”

You shivered. Agatha smirked, her eyes growing darker by the second, clearly turned on and already on board.

They led you upstairs to the bedroom again, clearing the bed, Agatha put down a blanket while Rio pulled out a different set of shibari ropes, these ones were mossy green and had a faint sheen to them. As she uncoiled the strands, Rio pulled fresh flowers from a vase - more tiny sprays of lavender, some baby’s breath, and a single red rose.

“Strip down, my loves,” she said gently. “I want to see every inch of you.”

You obeyed, nerves and excitement dancing through your stomach. Soon you were both nude, standing close, chests rising and falling. Agatha leaned down to kiss you softly, slowly, her hands brushing down your arms.

Rio began at your shoulders, guiding you and Agatha chest-to-chest, arms around each other in a tender embrace. The first loop of rope circled your torsos, binding you to Agatha in a way that only grew tighter as you moved and more complex with every knot. She wound rope around your hips, your thighs, your waists — an intricate dance displaying your tension and closeness. Rio worked in silence, focusing on inserting delicate blooms under the webs of rope, petals brushing both of you as she wove the pattern together. You and Agatha were the sculpture, and Rio was the artist.

By the time she was finished, you were both bound in perfect symmetry — legs barely apart, chests pressed flush, hands resting gently at each other’s backs. You could feel Agatha’s heartbeat through the ropes as if you were one being, her breath trembling the same way yours did. “You look beautiful, mommy,” you said, gazing adoringly into her swirling blue eyes. She gave you a soft smile, as if she could understand everything that remained unsaid. “So do you, my love.”

“You two look divine,” Rio said, stepping back. Agatha placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the same vibrator from the night before, and your breath hitched. But this time, she didn’t place it against you alone. She positioned it carefully between you and Agatha, snuggled right between your swollen, puffy pink folds, so each grind of your hips would press the toy against both of you.

Agatha instantly moaned as Rio turned it on low, the rumble delicious and constant.

“I want to see how long you and Mommy can take it without fucking moving,” Rio murmured. “If you can make each other come without grinding too hard, I might let you do it again, and again.”

You whimpered, hips twitching automatically — but the rope kept you in place, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. Each time either of you so much as took a breath that was too deep, the vibrations only grew stronger, more insistent, begging to be heard.

Agatha dropped her head back, her mouth slightly open, leaning into the feeling of submission, incredibly turned on knowing Rio was the one fully in control. The warmth of your body and the little moans that escaped every so often brought her right up to the edge.

And then you felt it building up inside of you too, that warm, pleasurable feeling. “Oh god, oh fuck, I’m gonna come, I need to come, Mamí,” you gasped breathlessly. You noticed Agatha’s breathing had sped up, her eyes rolling back and fluttering, about to close.

“Are you close, Mommy?”

“Fuck, I’m so close, sweetheart. Let’s come together, come with mommy,” Agatha whimpered.

Rio was fingering herself and looked close to the edge as well. She spoke, gasping between each word, “both of you, keep your eyes open, I want the two of you to see each other when it happens, and I’m going to come with you,” and so you both did, and so did she. You all screamed in unison and white hot liquid burst from your center, coating yourself and Agatha. It was like you, Agatha, and Rio shared the same orgasm, symbolizing how nothing in this life was something you could do alone. It was never meant to be just you. You needed her. You needed Rio.

The three of you rode out the aftershocks together, your forehead falling onto Agatha, breathless and blissful, letting yourself get lost in her swirling blue eyes.

Rio collapsed on the bed beside you. “Fuck, that was so fucking amazing.” She crawled over the two of you and planted kisses on both your lips.

“Thank you so much, Mamí,” you babbled. “I love you so much, I love Mommy so much, thank you for this gift.”

“Anything for you, my babygirl,” she cupped your head in her warm hand and caressed your cheek.

You were gasping for air and felt like you’d been shown the galaxy up close and in person.

Agatha rested her head on your shoulder as the trembling finally subsided, her breath hot and shallow. Your chests were still bound tight together, both experiencing the same aftershocks, every flicker of sensation amplified by her closeness, your bodies moving as one. The vibrator had finally stilled and Rio’s warm hands moved slowly along your lower back, loosening the ropes with a gentle touch.

“You were perfect,” Agatha murmured, brushing a kiss to your cheek. “You make me feel everything.”

Rio worked quietly, unwinding the bindings that held you to each other. Her hands were gentle, careful not to tug too hard against your skin. She plucked the last few flowers free and set them aside, and once your arms were free, you instantly wrapped yourself around Agatha again and held her tight, closing your eyes.

She hummed against your neck. “My sweet baby girl. You’re such a good girl.”

Rio leaned over and you adjusted your arms to bring her into a group hug. She planted another kiss on both of your foreheads. “I love seeing you like this. Both of you. You’re both so beautiful, and I feel like the luckiest mama in the world, you’re all mine.”

She offered you each a sip of water, then coaxed you to lay down onto the plush comforter, limbs loose and tangled. You could’ve stayed there forever, curled between them in a puddle of silk and warmth, but the glint in Rio’s eye told you the day was far from over.

“Now,” Rio’s voice broke through the lazy silence after thirty minutes or so of a break, voice low and velvety, “we want to show you one more new prize.”

She gestured toward the large storage trunk at the foot of the bed. You watched, curiosity mixed with nerves, as she unclipped the latches and pulled out a folded sheet of sleek latex — thick, glossy, and a set of PVC pipes, something you didn’t quite understand until she spread it over the floor.

A vacuum bed.

Your breath caught in your throat. You’d seen pictures before — fantasized, even — but nothing prepared you for the intimacy of Rio setting it up herself, her fingers pushing the latex over the pipes, smoothing it into place.

“This is about trust,” she said gently. “We’ll take turns. You don’t need to speak — you feel. You breathe. We’re right here with you the whole time.”

Agatha, naked of course, stood behind you, hands warm on your hips. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But if you want to try, we’ll make it an unforgettable experience.”

You nodded.

They helped you step in, guiding you between the two sheets of black latex that made up the bed. It hugged your limbs gently at first, the glossy material stretching around you as you lay flat. Agatha brushed the hair from your forehead, and Rio secured the collar at your neck — fitted and padded, leaving your face fully free.

“Color check, baby?” Rio asked, cupping your cheek.

“Green,” you whispered. “Please.”

She flipped a switch and the vacuum roared to life.

Air rushed out from the chamber, and suddenly, the latex collapsed around you — tight and all-encompassing. Your arms and legs were fixed in place with no ability to move, the pressure of the material cradling every inch of you. You felt like you were floating—weightless and grounded at the same time. You were like a bug caught in a web, a fly caught in sticky fly trap paper, you were the prey and they were the predator and holy fuck, it made you so wet and you let out a slight moan.

“You like that, baby? Do you love the feeling of giving total control to your mommies?”

“Yes, Mamí,” was all you could gasp out, your mind felt like cotton candy, you were on cloud 9.

You couldn’t move your head far enough to see her, but you felt Rio’s fingers glide along the outline of your body — through the latex, down your sides, over your thighs. Each stroke was amplified by the tension and tightness around you. Her voice was a warm vibration against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful like this. So open to us.”

Agatha knelt down and leaned close to your ear. “We can see every inch of you, sweetheart. And we’re going to play.”

A vibrator — smaller this time than last — inserted between your legs through a special opening. The latex parted there, framing your swollen, soaked folds like a gift. The moment it touched your clit, you cried out, trapped and helpless.

They took turns playing with you.

Rio first, teasing you with feather-light vibrations, slowly building up and then backing off just as she sensed you were about to come. Your body bucked as much as it could, which wasn't much. Your hips flexing in the tight latex prison, begging for release. Agatha whispered what she wanted to do to you in your ear the entire time, her words wet and hungry.

“Fuck, sweetheart, it makes Mommy so wet to see you like this, do you know what you’re doing to me?” 

You could only whimper in response.

“I love seeing you trapped like a helpless little bird, I love hearing your delicious moans, putting all your trust in us, your mommies, knowing that we’ll always give you what you need, our precious girl,” Agatha moaned as Rio added in two fingers with the vibrator.

“Please, Mamí, I’m so close” you whispered. Rio chuckled and removed her fingers. You let out a sob, feeling the sudden emptiness. Then they switched.

Agatha turned the setting higher, no patience for edging. Her thumb and pointer finger dancing around your clit. Agatha’s voice dropped lower as she pressed it harder into your slick, oversensitive cunt.

“You want to come for us, baby?”

You nodded desperately.

“Then come. Show us how good it is.”

You shattered. A primal scream ripped from your throat, your body writhing in the bed as best as it could. The orgasm rushed through faster than the speed of light, breaking against the pressure of the latex, all sound barriers, you were held tight and safe in its grasp. You sobbed with relief and bliss, shuddering as they slowly turned the machine off and carefully peeled you free.

Hands caught you immediately — soft and steady. Lips pressed to your cheeks. You were lifted gently and brought back to the bed.

Still cradled in their arms, the last tremors of your orgasm fading into warmth, you tilted your face into Agatha’s neck. Your lips brushed her skin as you murmured, breath still shaky, “Please...Mommy, I want to do that to you.”

She paused, eyes flicking to Rio.

“You want to put me in the bed?” Agatha asked, her voice laced with surprise — and something else. Curiosity. Arousal.

You nodded quickly, pushing yourself upright and gasping. “I want to touch you. I want to see you like that. Please let me take care of you, Mommy, as you have done for me.”

Agatha stepped toward the bed, her bare skin warm and flushed from the earlier session. She paused beside it, eyes locked with yours, sharp but trusting. “You sure about this, sweetheart?” she asked softly, a rare moment of vulnerability tugging at her lips.

You nodded, breath catching in your throat. “I want to see you like that. I want to make you feel good like you do for me.”

She slid into the bed, laying back with her arms at her sides, her breasts rising and falling with anticipation.

You hovered above her, brushing her hair from her face. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded. “With you? Always.”

You knelt beside her, brushing her hair back as she looked up at you. Her dark lashes fluttered as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, tender and lingering. “So beautiful, Mommy,” you whispered. “You don’t have to do anything now. Just let go.”

Rio zipped the bed closed and secured the collar gently, leaving Agatha’s face and mouth free. You leaned in and pressed another kiss to her lips before whispering, “I’ve got you, Mommy.”

She swallowed, her eyes swirling with desire, and whispered, “Then take me.”

Rio flipped on the switch, and when the vacuum seal pulled tight, it was like it was your breath being sucked out.

Agatha’s form was divine under the latex — not as if it wasn’t before, but her body was outlined perfectly, breasts full and rising rapidly against the tension of the latex, the swell of her thighs trembling slightly. Her nipples were hard and stood out against the glossy material, and a change in her demeanor dropped just enough to bare the vulnerability she rarely let show.

You sat back on your heels for a second, just taking her all in. “You’re everything,” you whispered. “Holy.”

Rio passed you the vibrator with a lower setting this time, and you moved gently, tracing it over Agatha’s restrained body like a cartographer mapping a new destination. Her hips tensed immediately, and she let out a long and deep moan.

You teased her slowly, circling her clit, never lingering quite long enough. The latex trapped every reaction, every flinch and tremble. Her moans deepened, getting heady and low, her voice crying out your name over and over like a prayer to the gods.

“You like being mine like this, don’t you?” you murmured, “All wrapped up. Nowhere to go. Just here with me and Rio.”

She gasped something that might’ve been “yes,” her eyes fluttering half-shut.

“Usually you’re the one taking care of me, you can be in control…if you want to be, but I think you like someone else taking the reins for once,” you said.

Rio stood behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders. “You’re doing so well, baby. Look how much she’s feeling,” she whispered.

You increased the vibrations and moved it with more intention now, practically slamming it into her pussy. Agatha’s legs shook violently under the latex, body seizing in waves of pleasure. Her voice was hoarse, her back arched as much as it could in the tight seal.

And when she came — hard and sudden — her breath was stuttering as she moaned your name again and again like it promised eternal salvation.

You didn’t let go of her hand until the seal was broken, the hum of the vacuum dissipating. The bed released her gently, and you and Rio were there in seconds — undoing zippers, lifting her out carefully, and wrapping her in a warm blanket.

Agatha’s skin was dewy and flushed, sweat pearling on her forehead, her body soft and malleable. You lapped the tears from her cheeks and kissed each one as you whispered, “You’re safe. You’re perfect. I’ve got you.” You cradled her in your arms, wrapping her in your warmth, reaching up to brush another tear from her cheek with your thumb. You kissed her temple and whispered, “You look so beautiful when you cry, Mommy,” staring deep into her ocean blue eyes, as if reading her soul. The words were quiet but sure. “It’s like watching the ocean break open, like when Moses parted the Red Sea — raw and endless and real.”

Agatha gave a shuddered breath, lips trembling with emotion as she looked at you like she was seeing the stars for the first time. Rio wrapped an arm around the both of you, holding the three of you together as your breathing slowly fell into sync.

After a long soak in the bath, you all moved slowly, instinctively into comfort mode. You toweled her off, brushing damp hair out of her face while Rio kissed the inside of her wrist and hummed softly under her breath. She hummed a lot when she was winding down, something soft and in Spanish. It was comforting and wrapped around the three of you like a spell.

You helped Agatha into one of her floral silk robes, adjusting the ties and smoothing it over her shoulder. Then she took care of you, sliding you into a cropped cotton tank and sleep shorts, dotting kisses across your collarbone as she did. Rio joined you both, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, the glow of the lamp highlighting her abs. She held out a hand and guided you to the kitchen, your left hand being pulled by Rio, your right hand clasped in Agatha’s as she followed the two of you.

In the kitchen, the three of you moved as if you were different parts of one body. Rio poured glasses of chilled wine while Agatha pulled leftover fettuccine alfredo from the fridge. You heated up the cast-iron pan while leaning into Rio’s side, and she kissed your cheek.

The dinner was slow and relaxing. Agatha fed you bites off her fork, moaning dramatically at your reaction as you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy - fettuccine alfredo was one of your favorite comfort meals. “So expressive,” she teased, licking a stray bit of truffle oil from your lip.

You were curled in Rio’s lap like a cat by the time dessert rolled around, which was just fresh fruit salad and homemade whipped cream, and the occasional teasing kiss. “Do you know,” Agatha murmured, fingers tracing circles along the inside of your thigh, “how good you were today? You let us push you, you tried new things, and you trusted us completely.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under the praise but feeling your chest swell with pride. “I felt so safe,” you whispered. “I feel so incredibly loved”

Rio leaned in, her voice warm. “That’s because you are. Every second. Even when you’re crying, even when you’re begging…especially then.” You wrapped your arms tightly around her waist and she rubbed gentle circles into your back.

Agatha raised a brow. “Ready for bed, my love?”

You nodded again and Rio scooped you up, your head resting in the crook of her shoulder, your arms wrapped around her neck. Agatha walked slightly behind, placing her hand on Rio’s lower back as if to guide and steady her. The bedroom was illuminated with warm lamp light when you returned. The bed had been stripped and new sheets had been placed, along with fresh pillowcases and warm fluffed pillows from the dryer. You curled between them like you always did, a hand on each of their chests, their breaths steady, anchoring you.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you smiled, wondering what the next day would bring...

Chapter 4: The Accident

The weekend slipped away like a dream. The scent of your mommies and latex still clung to your skin as you stirred against the bedsheets, your head curled tightly into Agatha’s chest, her hand resting gently along your back. The bedroom was still, except for the morning light spilling through the curtains and the distant noise of Rio puttering around in the kitchen.

Agatha hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead “It’s Monday,” she muttered, voice scratchy from sleep. “I want to call in sick. Or quit.”

You smiled into the pillow. “You’d last twelve hours before breaking into the studio like a feral bat.”

“That’s slander,” she grumbled, pulling you closer. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You were, and you knew it. The tenderness between the three of you wasn’t always quiet – sometimes it burned hot, sharp, and possessive, but in the lull of mornings like these, it felt endless and safe.

“But what if we both called in sick…” you whispered quietly and winked.

“I wish, honey, but Mommy has a full slate of bullshit to tackle at the office,” Agatha groaned.

You pulled her to your chest and returned the kiss before crawling out of the cozy bed, rubbing sleep crust from your eyes and heading for the shower.

By the time you’d showered, dressed, and kissed Rio goodbye, Agatha had already gotten dressed. Her crisp purple blazer sat sharp against her collarbone, her heels clicked authoritatively against the concrete of the garage as she slid into the driver’s seat of her car. “Let’s go, sweetie. Big day.”

You nodded, your work bag slung over your shoulder and phone clutched in your hand.

Cobalt Studios was humming with the sounds of pre-production: costume racks rolling through the halls, interns running around with unkempt hair carrying coffee orders and copy decks. You kept pace right behind Agatha, doing your best to match her confident stride.

“Good morning, Miss Harkness,” a production assistant sputtered, backing up and almost falling into a grip cart.

Agatha gave a distracted nod, her eyes flicking to your face. “You’ve got the Jetson pitch at eleven. I reviewed your deck — it’s solid, I trust you.”

“Thanks,” you said, heart racing a mile a minute. “I also wanted to run something by you.”

Her brow lifted. “Oh?”

You hesitated, perhaps a moment too long. “I scheduled a private walkthrough on the Firefury set today. You know, the one they're building for the teaser. I know that the crew’s still finalizing construction, but I thought if I could get some quick shots for our social campaign…” you trailed off watching Agatha’s mood turn.

Agatha stopped walking. Her eyes grew dark, lips pressing together in a thin line.

“Here me out, I know it’s early,” you held your hands up as if to explain, “but the engagement bump could be incredibly beneficial. The fans are starving for content. And I double checked safety with the location team –”

“But you didn’t clear it with me.”

Your chest tightened. “Well, Aggie, I – I wanted to show that I could take initiative. That I’m thinking about the future.”

Her eyes softened a fraction. “That’s not the point, sweetheart. I love your instincts, but you need to communicate. Sets like that aren’t just tape and lights,” she gestured dramatically, “There’s wiring, elevated scaffolding…can’t this wait until next week when the set is finalized?”

“I’ll be careful,” you promised, too eager to back down now. “It’ll be quick. I’ll loop in Billy from Risk and the set medic.”

She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Fine. One hour. Don’t do anything stupid – and no climbing! Text me when you’re there and again when you’re back.”

You smiled, coming closer to her and wrapping your arms around her neck and whispering in her ear, “Thank you, Mommy, I promise I’ll be careful.”

The Firefury set was still under construction — scaffolding jutting like bones in a graveyard through the soundstage. It was a maze of lights, unfinished catwalks, and organized chaos. Painted set pieces hung from the ceiling and a fog machine was still going. You really shouldn’t have been there, but you'd begged Agatha for permission to get some behind-the-scenes shots for marketing content. She’d given you an hour but realistically you didn’t think it’d take more than 5-10 minutes. Right? 

She’d hesitated — told you to wait until next week when things were safer. But you insisted. 5-10 minutes was all you needed, you’d just get your shots and leave.

She begrudgingly said yes, the corners of her mouth tight. “One hour. Don’t climb anything. Don’t get too close to the edge. Please.”

You’d kissed her cheek and promised you’d be careful.

So here you were, phone in hand, sneakers squeaking faintly against the sound stage floor. A PA named Billy met you at the side door.

“Stay on the central platform,” he said. “Some of the rigging hasn’t been bolted down yet so watch where you walk. Don’t try to lean on anything. And whatever you do — don’t go past the taped lines.”

The lighting was moody, mist from a fog machine catching sunbeams through a skylight. You were already plotting out the video content in your head. You swiped your phone open and started filming in cinematic mode, panning from your left to right, making sure you highlighted the handmade nature of the set pieces and moody atmosphere. You wanted just a couple more shots higher up – Agatha told you not to climb, but Billy was there, plus you’d only be going up one set of stairs and it was still part of the central platform. 

“I just need a few more shots,” you thought, reaching the top of the platform and stepping slightly back for a wider angle —

Your heel slipped off the edge of the top step.

The fall was anything but graceful. You stumbled, arms flailing trying to right yourself, trying to grasp the railing but missing, you then slipped entirely past the safety line. The scaffold you hit basically exploded beneath you, sending splintered plywood and steel bars clattering across the soundstage, and you heard screaming.

You hit the ground flat on your side with a crack that echoed through the set. Air instantly left your lungs. Pain erupted like a flame across your ribs. You tried to move your arm — but the angle was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Then the lights above flickered.

And one of the unsecured rigging bars, knocked loose in the commotion, came crashing down.

The last thing you heard was the sound Billy sprinting toward you, yelling your name.

You tried to keep your eyes open, wanting to call out for Agatha, but the darkness sucked you under, and you fell unconscious.

Agatha had just stepped into a meeting room when her phone went off.

Billy:
"[Reader] fell. Agatha, the set freaking collapsed. She tripped backwards off the stairs and everything just came crumbling down. She’s unconscious and there’s so much blood oh my god. Paramedics are on their way."

Her blood ran cold. She didn’t even excuse herself — just turned and bolted toward the sound stage.

Her heels pounded down the halls of Cobalt Studios.

By the time she reached the sound stage, Billy was sobbing into his hands, blood splattered across his shirt and pacing back and forth.

"Agatha, I'm so sorry I..."

Agatha shoved him aside. “Where is she?!” she screamed.

The EMTs were stabilizing you — they’d put you in a neck brace, oxygen mask secured, there was a trickle of blood running down your forehead. Someone muttered something about a possible internal bleed.

You didn’t move.

Agatha’s knees buckled, and someone caught her — maybe a PA from the set, or maybe no one at all. She was on her knees, watching you on the stretcher roll past her, hand reaching out as if sheer will could stop it.

“Ma’am? You can come with us if you want,” an EMT offered.

She shakily nodded her head and followed.

“Billy! Cancel the rest of my meetings, you can fill me in later if I missed something,” she barked.

Billy nodded and ran off.

She called Rio while on the ride to the hospital.

“Aggie?” Rio answered, sounding chipper. She was just finishing up at a clients house, sweaty and lightly covered in dirt from installing a series of trellises.

“She’s — she’s in surgery. She hit her head, her ribs are broken, she wasn’t breathing at first —” Agatha was gasping. “I let her go on an unfinished set. I let her go. I should’ve said no .”

“Agatha – what?!”

“Rio! Our baby girl – she fell on set and got hurt filming some marketing content. This is all my fault, if I lose her…”

Rio was already packing up her tools and running to her car.

Rio covered the speaker on her phone, “Sorry! My wife’s been in an accident, I’ll come finish up tomorrow,” she yelled to her client who waved her off.

She opened her car and turned the ignition, “Agatha, I’m coming, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I will drive over these people in traffic if I have to.”

Please, please don’t let it be too late...

Rio’s car roared into the emergency bay less than twenty minutes later. She crashed through the glass doors, hair disheveled, cheeks stained with tears.

“Ma,am, you can’t park there,” a hospital employee tried to stop her.

“I don’t FUCKING CARE! My wife could be dying!” she screamed at the poor employee, throwing her keys at their chest, hoping they’d move her car even though this was a hospital - not the Beverly Hilton, and there wasn’t valet parking.

She stormed through the halls and found Agatha still curled in a waiting room chair, fists clenched in her skirt, staring at the floor like it was a ouija board that could communicate with her.

“I killed her,” Agatha whispered, eyes red.

“Don’t you dare say that,” Rio said, crouching down to eye level and cradling her face. “You didn’t. You love her. I love her. That’s what you did. It was a freak accident.”

Agatha looked up, chin quivering and her deep blue eyes pooling with tears. “What if I never get to tell her?”

Rio held her as tightly as she could. “That won’t happen, because god fucking dammit we will make sure you do.”

Agatha had leaned up against Rio in the waiting room, her head resting in the curve of Rio’s neck. They were silent as a redheaded surgeon approached nearly an hour later.

“I’m Dr. Maximoff,” the surgeon introduced herself. “

She’s in critical condition and it’s still touch and go. She has an arm fracture, four cracked ribs, punctured lung, severe concussion, and we’ll need to keep her for observation for at least a week, and the next 24 hours are critical.”

Agatha didn’t breathe until the surgeon added, But she’s strong. Miss Harkness, she’ll wake up. You two can stay with her but be aware, she is quite injured and has tubes and whatnot connected to her.”

Agatha and Rio nodded, quietly following Dr. Maximoff.

You were pale when they reached your room. There were tubes in your arm, wires running under your gown, a cut above your eye had a butterfly bandage holding it closed. Your abdomen was wrapped in gauze, and the hospital blankets were pulled up to your chest like a little cocoon.

Agatha hovered above you, brushing your hair off your forehead. “You stubborn, impossible girl,” she whispered. “I need you to come back. I love you so fucking much, I don’t even know how to breathe without you,” a tear fell from her face and landed on your cheek.

Rio was sitting on the other side of the bed, arms folded across her chest, shoulders shaking silently as she cried.

And you lay there, not quite unconscious but definitely high as hell on pain meds, suspended in thequiet.

Between two heartbeats. Two wives.

Between two mommies desperate not to lose you.

You wanted to reach out and comfort them but it was like you were trapped in your own body. You could hear them, but you couldn’t respond.

Minutes passed like hours. Each second dragged on and each tick of the clock felt like an eternity. Agatha and Rio were both silent, both holding your hands as they waited for you to wake up.

Then, without warning, the machines hooked up to you started loudly blaring .

Agatha’s heart skipped a beat and she stood up.

“What’s happening? What’s happening to her!”

“Code Blue in Room 569. Code Blue in Room 569,” the intercom crackled.

Agatha’s eyes widened in horror, and her knees nearly buckled under her. She gasped, but no sound came out. She couldn’t move — her entire body was frozen in place, her blood running cold as the very real possibility of losing you hung over her like a curse from a witch.

She could hear the frantic voices of doctors and nurses, the sound of their feet running toward your room. Rio snapped up and grabbed Agatha, as she started to fall onto the side of your bed, shaking your shoulders as if it would keep you tethered to life, to her soul.

“Someone get them out of here!” Dr. Maximoff yelled, a nurse pulled the two of them into the hallway and shut the door.

“Is she…is she…” Agatha couldn’t finish the sentence, her words dying in her throat. Rio’s voice was steadier, but just as desperate.

“I don’t know, honey, just look at me. Look at me, focus on breathing. In and out, in and out,” Rio tried to calm her, even though she herself felt like she’d be set on fire.

The door to your room opened and a doctor stepped out.

“She's gone into cardiac arrest,” Dr. Maximoff stated, her voice strained with urgency. “We need to stabilize her, and we need the two of you to wait here.”

Agatha’s stomach churned violently as the world seemed to crumble away around her. She was no longer listening to the doctor. She was listening to her own voice in her head — I’ve lost her, I’ve lost her, to whatever god is out there, please don’t fucking take her away from me. I’ll give you whatever you want, just please don’t fucking take her...

Agatha’s body gave in and she collapsed into Rio, tears streaming down her face as she violently sobbed. Rio held her tightly, but her own chest felt heavy with the weight of everything. It was as if rocks were tied to her limbs and she’d been thrown into the ocean, drowning at the bottom of the sea.

30 minutes later, Agatha’s sobs were silent now, though tears were still running freely down her cheeks. Rio held her close, but even her touch couldn’t soothe the panic gripping them both. They could hear the muffled voices from the hallway — the medical staff resuscitating you — and it was as if the air had thickened, each breath becoming harder to take.

And then, just as quickly as the chaos began, the door from your room opened and a nurse emerged, her expression solemn.

“She’s stable,” the nurse said, her voice quiet. “We were able to revive her heart. She’s not out of the woods yet, but she’s holding on. Dr. Maximoff should be able to fill you in more, later.”

For a long moment, Agatha and Rio simply stood there, not sure if they’d heard correctly. Agatha’s face was pale, and Rio held her, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, murmuring that everything would be ok, even though her own throat was tight with fear of everything they’d just experienced.

“Is she awake?” Agatha managed to whisper, her voice hoarse.

“No, not yet. It’s going to take time for her to wake up, but...just know we’re doing everything we can.”

The next several hours were a blur of waiting. Agatha and Rio had been let back into your room and didn’t leave your bedside. Every time the door opened, the two of them would tense, expecting the worst. But as time passed, the updates were more positive, if not cautiously optimistic. Your heart was holding steady and your vitals were improving. It wasn’t enough to completely alleviate the crashing waves of fear in their hearts, but it was enough to cling to for now.

The medical team left for a while, and Agatha and Rio were left alone with their thoughts. Agatha’s hands were trembling as she clasped them in her lap, her eyes red from crying. She looked over at Rio, and the vulnerability blaring loudly through her gaze.

“We almost lost her,” Agatha whispered, her voice breaking. “I thought we were going to lose her, Rio. I couldn’t…”

Rio pulled her close, wrapping her arms around Agatha as if trying to absorb her pain. “You didn’t. We didn’t lose her. She’s still here, Agatha. She’s going to be okay.”

But even as she said the words, Rio wasn’t so sure. Her own heart ached with the fear that still clung to her.

It was dark outside by the time the door opened again.

Dr. Maximoff stepped in, looking over a chart and reading the numbers on the machines. Her eyes peppered with a hint of optimism.

“She’s starting to show signs of consciousness. Her vitals are improving. It’s still touch-and-go, but I have hope she will make a full recovery. You can keep talking to her, in fact, it can help with the healing process. She can probably hear you, she just can’t respond because of all the medication she’s on.”

Agatha exhaled sharply, and for the first time in hours, she dared to hope.

The doctor made her way toward the door and turned, her face serious.

“We’ll keep monitoring her. I know this is all very scary, but there’s hope. Also, if you two are hungry, there’s a cafeteria downstairs if you need something to eat. I can send a nurse to wait with her while you two are downstairs.”

They nodded, shortly following behind.

The cafeteria wasn’t fancy, but it served it’s purpose. Agatha ordered two taco salad bowls and two diet Cokes. Rio had briefly split off to find the gift shop, returning to the cafeteria with a bouquet of purple lilacs and white roses.

“Let’s go back to our girl,” Agatha murmured, one arm holding a tray of food, the other slipping into Rio’s grasp.

The two of them returned to your room, sitting at your side. Agatha leaned over you, her tears falling once more as she whispered, “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

Rio sat next to Agatha, rubbing her shoulders gently, but her gaze never left you. Her heart ached with the knowledge that you were still unconscious, still fighting for your life.

And yet...despite everything, despite the fear, there was hope. You were still here. And Agatha squeezed your hand, waiting for the moment when you would finally wake.

Chapter 5: The Recovery

The sterile bleached smell of the hospital wafted through the hallway and into your room. The beeping of your monitors played in the background, each beep was a reminder that you were still here, still tethered to the mortal plane of existence. Your mommies – Agatha and Rio were draped over your body on both sides of the bed like a warm weighted blanket.

You could feel yourself fighting to open your eyes, and you heard the sounds of monitors keeping you alive in the background. There was pressure on both your hands from Agatha and Rio, who’d refused to let go, and you tried to wiggle your fingers, but your body betrayed you. It was like your brain was awake but your flesh puppet body wouldn’t respond. Agatha hadn’t released her grip on your hands, not once, her thumb tracing small circles into your skin, as if holding onto you would keep you here. As if letting go would mean forever.

Ugh, this is so annoying, you thought to yourself. Ok, concentrate, try and move at least one finger…is it hot in here? It feels so warm. Crawl your way out, do something oh my FUCKING god.

It had been two days since the accident.

Two days since your heart stopped. Two days since your medical team had burst through the doors to your hospital room and brought you back to life. Two days since Agatha and Rio had been dragged from your room as they watched helplessly as the medical team did everything they could to save you.

She had tried to scream your name, attempting to shake you to bring you back to the present to no avail. Rio was the one to catch her as she’d collapsed, her knees buckling beneath the weight of her grief. Rio had held her tightly, her arms around Agatha as they sobbed into each other, willing their hearts not to break.

"Come home to us, baby," Rio had whispered through gritted teeth. "Please my love, we need more time."

Agatha sobbed into Rio's chest, her fists balled up into her wife's chest, Rio gently rubbing Agatha’s back to calm her, even though her own internal thoughts were a raging storm. 

And then it was like a miracle. Dr. Maximoff and her team were able to stabilize you. Your pulse was back, weak but steady, and Agatha and Rio were gently ushered back into your room. She called it a turning point, a narrow escape as the walls around you were crumbling in. This was your resurrection, and you were coming home.

Now, two days later, the beeping was calmer and merely a background noise. The worst was over and you were stable.

“Agatha?! I just saw movement, I saw her forehead move,” Rio exclaimed, her hand cupping your cheek, her fingers cool to the touch in comparison to your warm skin – a slight fever brewing as your body fought to heal itself.

“What are you talking about? She looks completely still to me,” Agatha responded, bewildered.

“I’m going to get Dr. Maximoff, I swear I saw her move.” Rio wandered into the hallway to the nurse’s station.

You felt the weight of Rio leave your body and you shifted ever so slightly, your hands moving as if to reach out to grab her so she’d stay, and this time Agatha noticed.

“Honey? It’s us, we’re here, we love you. Are you really here with us? Please wake up, baby,” Agatha whispered in your ear, her body was still draped on top of you, and you felt so cozy and warm. It was honestly so cozy that you didn’t want to wake up, you wanted to continue sleeping, nestled in the warmth of Agatha’s body. But you knew you had to wake up, you had to come back for them.

Agatha. Rio. Your mommies.

The sliding glass doors to your room opened and Rio and Dr. Maximoff walked in. 

“It’s normal for someone like her to take a while to wake up, especially with everything her body has been through. I wouldn’t doubt that you saw some movement, just keep talking to her. She most likely can hear what you’re saying even if she doesn’t respond. If you need anything else, just hit the call button and I’ll be right there,” Dr. Maximoff reassured them and walked back down the hallway, presumably to check on other patients, leaving the two of them alone with you once again.

As if on cue you stirred, your eyes opening and temporarily blinded by the fluorescent lights. You shut them again and took a deep breath and let out a big sigh before opening them again. Agatha’s head was laying on your chest, you could feel her quiet sobs and you could smell her perfume still lingering on her from days before. The day when everything had happened, when the damn broke and the world came crashing down, taking you with it. She smelled like home. Rio was back to laying on your stomach, her large brown eyes staring deeply into yours.

Your voice was barely above a whisper when you rasped, “Who are you?”

Agatha blinked through her tears, confused, and immediately reached out to grip Rio’s hand. 

“It’s us baby, don’t you remember?” Agatha shot up from your bed and grabbed Rio’s shoulders, “Why doesn’t she remember?!” tears start rolling down her puffy pink cheeks again.

You push yourself up with all of your strength, wincing from the pain in your ribs. You grab her hand, and wipe the tears from her face, giving her an apologetic smile. Your lips were cracked and dry. "I’m sorry Mommy, that didn’t quite land how I intended it to, I also didn’t land how I intended to on the Firefury set. I missed you and Rio so much and I love you both and I’m sorry," you babbled, now you were the one crying.

Rio laughed, wet and choked with relief, her fingers were combing through your hair. "Don’t ever fucking scare us like that!"

"I’m sorry," you said, voice hoarse. "I really didn’t mean to—"

Agatha leaned in, brushing her nose against yours. "No. Don’t apologize. Just…please don’t you ever do that again."

"Never," you whispered. "I swear."

Rio exhaled shakily and reached across the bed to grab Agatha’s hand in hers. "We thought we lost you. You don’t know what that did to us. I don’t know how we could’ve gone on if we lost you."

You looked between them, your eyes were wet with emotion, more tears threatening to spill over. "I was trying to be brave, it hurt so much, and towards the end, it was like I was present in my body – I just had no control over it. But I just kept thinking… if I could make it back to you, it’d be okay — we’d be okay.

Agatha’s upper lip trembled. "It is now. You're here. That’s all that matters."

“What even happened to me?”

Agatha looked at Rio, and then back to you. “Honey, you were in an accident at work, you fell off the set while filming marketing content and broke your arm, some ribs, and you have a concussion. Your heart stopped but Dr. Maximoff and her team brought you back.”

Oh, that’s right. Suddenly, all your memories were rushing back to you. You remembered you’d been the one to ask Agatha if you could film before the set was finished. You wanted to show initiative. You were the one to push her for this when she told you to wait. You were the one who didn’t listen to her warning about not climbing anything. 

You. You. You.

Each memory hit you like a tidal wave and then the dam broke, and you started uncontrollably sobbing into Agatha and Rio’s arms.

“Fuck, oh my god this is all my fault, I did this, I ruined a major set at the studios and I almost broke apart our family,” you cried, your breath shaky, and your ribs throbbing as you gasped for air. “I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Rio’s arms were wrapped around your body trying to hold you steady. “It’s ok mi amor, Mommy isn’t mad at you, and neither am I,” she spoke softly and kissed the side of your face, and you leaned into her touch.

“I promise you, neither of us are upset or mad, we’re just thankful you’re alive. But I need you to calm down or your heart monitor is going to set off, can you do that for me?” She clasped her hands around yours looking into your eyes, and you met her gaze and sank deeper into the chocolatey brown pools of her irises. “Follow my breathing, in, hold for four seconds, and out, hold for four seconds.”

You mimicked Rio’s breathing patterns and the panicked beeping on your monitors slowed to a normal rhythm.

Agatha’s thumb brushed under your eyes to wipe away your tears. “I’m not mad, honey. The set can be rebuilt, you took a calculated risk – which maybe I wish that we’d waited another day or two for the set to be finished, but you didn’t take that risk to hurt us. You took it because you cared, and I will always love you for that. I know you wanted to show your initiative and creativity and passion, but honey, I already see that in you. We’ll push the launch date if we have to. What matters most is that you’re here, you survived .

“Agatha is right, she’s usually always right,” Rio snickered, holding both yours and Agatha’s hands in hers.

“What do you mean, usually ? I AM always right!” Agatha snorted and laughed, you loved the way she laughed and a soft smile appeared on your face, breaking through the tears.

“I love you two so much, but I’m still so exhausted. Please promise me you’ll be here when I wake up?” you murmured as sleep started to pull you under again.

“We’ll be right here the entire time my love,” Rio whispered, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You pulled both her and Agatha close to your body again, they were your security blanket and protectors.

And now —

Now you were home. You’d been discharged from the hospital two weeks ago. Agatha and Rio basically lived in the small hospital room while you healed. You were still on modified bed rest when you came home, your arm was in a sling but your broken ribs were mending, and your concussion was gone.

Wrapped in the softest sheets Agatha had insisted on ordering in the hospital gift shop because she hated the thought of you being uncomfortable for even a moment longer.

The moning sun was peering through the window. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and rolled over, greeted by Rio’s smiling face. You smiled back in return, brushing a couple strands of hair behind her ear that had fallen in front of her face.

"Do you need another pillow?" Rio asked, crouching by the bedside.

You shook your head slowly. "No, just…please stay."

She smiled softly, brushing your hair back. "I’m not going anywhere."

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and noticed Agatha’s side of the bed was empty. “Where’s Mommy?” you felt anxiety creeping up your throat, still feeling like you did something wrong even though they both promised you nothing was your fault and that you were loved.

“She had to go back to work today, I took another day off to stay with you, sweetheart.”

“Is she mad? I didn’t hear her leave,” you questioned.

“Of course not! She gave you a morning kiss but didn’t want to wake you, you’re a pretty deep sleeper,” Rio chuckled. “My love, I promise you we aren’t mad, none of this was your fault, you are safe and you are loved. Aggie did mention you have a follow up appointment with Dr. Maximoff, so I can bring you to that if you would like?”

“I’d love that, Mami, thank you, and I’m sorry for doubting you and Mommy,” you looked at her sheepishly. She leaned down to meet your lips and gave you a reassuring kiss.

“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast?” Rio asked as she got up from the bed, the mattress springing back up as she stood.

“Could you make us toast and eggs? And maybe a side of Advil? My ribs still kind of hurt,” you said wincingly.

“Of course mí amor,” Rio looked longingly at you before leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you went to the bathroom to brush your hair and wash your face. Your arm was still in a sling and you attempted to do everything the best you could with one hand, but god DAMN you couldn’t wait to find out when you could take it off. Still feeling a little sleepy and wanting to feel close to Agatha, you let yourself wander through her closet and changed into one of her oversized cotton t-shirts and a pair of leggings – it smelled just like her, vanilla and a hint of spice.

“Breakfast is ready, my love!” Rio called from the kitchen.

“Be right there!” you responded.

The clinic was cool and bright, it was next door to the hospital and much more inviting. Rio sat beside you in the waiting room, her fingers loosely laced with yours, gently rubbing her thumb across your knuckles. She hadn’t let go of your hand once since the elevator ride up.

A health care assistant called your name and walked you back to an exam room, they took your vitals before leaving, telling you that Dr. Maximoff would be with you shortly. You sat on the exam table dangling your legs while Rio perched on a chair next to you. 

Dr. Maximoff greeted you with a smile that managed to be both clinical and kind. She glanced between the two of you and nodded in approval. “It’s good to see you upright,” she said gently.

“How are the headaches?”

“Gone,” you said. “My body is still sore, but better. Just tired.”

Dr. Maximoff gave you a warm, knowing smile. “Let’s take a look, then.”

The check-up was thorough. She made notes, adjusted your pain management plan slightly, and checked your healing ribs and arm. When you were pulling your shirt back on — with Rio’s help, since your left hand was still mostly out of commission — Wanda paused and looked directly at you.

“What happened to you…you were lucky. You’re healing well, but the trauma wasn’t just physical,” she said softly. “Give yourself time. And let them help you.”

You nodded, eyes starting to sting a little.

“I’m serious,” she added, glancing at Rio. “They clearly adore you.”

“She saved me,” you said hoarsely. “They both did.”

On the drive home, Rio’s hand was on your thigh, grounding you. You’d taken a pain pill right before leaving the doctor's office, and you were drowsy by the time she helped you lay down on the couch. You didn’t remember falling asleep, and you definitely didn’t hear the door open when Agatha came home early.

She was in the doorway before you even registered her, Her eyes were wide with want when she saw you — still dressed in her shirt, your hair slightly mussed from your nap.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon,” you murmured, already reaching for her with grabby hands.

Agatha was at your side in an instant, crouching down and cupping your jaw. “I didn’t want to be away from you for another second.”

You blinked sleepily. “Rio brought me to Dr. Maximoff. She said I’m healing well.”

Agatha gave Rio a quick glance, her expression filled with gratitude before she turned back to you. “Good. That’s good.”

“Mommy,” you whispered, the word leaving your lips instinctively, “Can you hold me?”

She scooped you up, bridal style and motioned with her head to Rio to follow to the bedroom. She laid you down in the center of the bed and curled up beside you, her chest facing you, and Rio was pressed against your back as the big spoon. You found yourself nestled between them again, heart full, ribcage aching — but not just from the injury.

“You should’ve seen the medical team at the hospital when this all happened,” Rio murmured, brushing her lips to your temple. “They hooked you up to so many machines, and poor Agatha nearly broke through the doors to get to you.”

Agatha closed her eyes. “When they lost your pulse…I felt myself splitting, like a tree hit by lightening.”

You reached out, your good hand finding hers. “You brought me back.”

“No, baby,” she whispered, squeezing your fingers. “You fought. You stayed. That was all you.”

Rio leaned in, forehead pressed to yours. “We’re not going anywhere. Ever.”

For a while, the three of you just lay there, a pleasant silence filling the air.

“I’m still really tired,” you murmured after a while.

“Just rest, my love,” Agatha said, gently tugging the covers up. “We’ll be right here and then we can have dinner together.”

And they were.

When you woke again, the smell of your favorite soup wafted through the air.

Dinner had been simple that night — tomato basil soup, homemade sourdough bread that Rio had somehow baked herself despite the exhaustion carved in her bones. Agatha had insisted on carrying you to the bath, setting you down gently in the warm water filled with epsom salt, and joining you with delicate care, washing your hair as you leaned into her touch, your eyes closing from soft feelings of peace and safety.

Afterward, they nestled into bed on either side of you, both unwilling to break contact.

"I know I’ve said it before, but you scared me," Agatha said, her voice quiet and tight.

"I scared myself," you whispered, looking up at her with tired eyes. "But I kept thinking of you both. Even when everything hurt. That kept me here."

Rio brushed a kiss against your temple. "You have no idea how much we love you."

Agatha reached for your hand again. "It was like watching my entire world collapse. I couldn't breathe when they said they lost your pulse. I thought…I thought I'd never see your eyes again."

Your throat thickened. "I'm here. I will always be here. I'm not going anywhere."

There was a long pause.

"I know you're still recovering," Rio said, voice low and tentative, "but when you're ready…Agatha and I, your mommies, we want to feel you again. To remind all of us that you're here. With us. We want to remind you how much you’re loved by us."

Your breath hitched. You nodded. "Please. I want that too. Maybe not tonight, but soon. Very soon."

As you lay between them, swaddled in soft blankets and their arms, you tilted your face toward the ceiling, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.

"I never want to lose this."

Agatha kissed your shoulder. "You won’t."

Rio tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "We’re yours, baby. Forever and always."

Sleep came easy, their breathing soft and even on either side. The machines were gone, replaced with the rhythm of Agatha and Rio’s undying love for you.

And outside the bedroom window, the city of Los Angeles hummed quietly, unaware that in one home above a quiet street, three hearts beat as one again.