I hadn't expected a trip to the police station to be so exciting, but damn this one was! Within an hour of our arrival, Jeremy was being pulled in from the local jail for questioning by a pair of agents from the local FBI field office who had arrived in record time, a warrant was issued for Max on account of the video from the beach that Izzy showed them, and all the donuts had disappeared.

               Detective Whelan was almost dancing around the office as they all pored over the file folder trying to organize everything by date. The only weird part was that they needed a cheek swab from Izzy so that they could try to match her DNA to one of her parents. She did it without hesitation though, just hopeful to get answers. We obviously couldn't say for sure that she was the missing baby, but all the cops and FBI agents certainly thought she was.

               They couldn't understand how the Woods brothers got the social security card with their last name, but they gave us contact information so that when the mess was sorted out, we could get a new and corrected one. We were at the center of a whirlwind, and we were glad that we'd done the pizza with the detective, because we needed it. We had one of the agents questioning Izzy for hours about what she remembered from her childhood while I held her hand in support. She was almost in tears though, because there wasn't much to remember. She'd been in San Diego with Jeremy the whole time, with no vacations or relative visits, and her time in the schools was unremarkable. The articles in the file must have been copied a dozen times, and faxed all over the place, even to Ireland where Izzy's potential mother now lived, though we did get a copy for ourselves while the FBI kept the original.

               We collected the business cards of agents, officers, and detectives like they were collectibles, and they all got our information too. By the middle of the afternoon, there wasn't much left that we could do. There were agents in other cities trying to get in touch with Izzy's parents, and then they'd have to agree to do the DNA test as well so they could know if she was indeed the missing baby. I guess there was always the possibility that this was some sort of long con, and she wasn't really the baby, but everything fit too well together for them to think that was anything more than a 1% chance.

               We finally left the station, with Detective Whelan promising to call us as soon as she heard anything and went back home. When we walked into the apartment, we just stripped off all our clothes and collapsed on the bed. Our minds had been whirling all day, and this was the first time we'd had a chance to catch our breath. The feel of her skin, warm against mine, instantly helped to soothe me. I could only hope it did the same for her. What was going to happen now? If Izzy had a family, what would happen? Would we have to go to New York or Ireland?

               "I'm so scared," Izzy whimpered into my side as she cuddled me.

               "Hey, hey! No being scared! Come on, this is good stuff! You might have a real family!" I assured her.

               "But they don't know me at all! What if they don't want me? What if they grew used to other kids?" she wondered.

               I rolled on my side so that I was facing her, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. "Izzy, they would be crazy not to love you immediately. You're the most amazing woman, and they'd be thrilled to call you their daughter!"

               "Okay, but my mom is all the way in Ireland, and my dad is in New York. Would they expect me to move?" she was exasperated now.

               "New York could be good for your career though," I pointed out. "And Ireland is supposed to be a gorgeous country."

               "Would it be good for your career? Would you want to go to either of those places with me though?" She dropped her eyes, as though she were afraid of my answer.

               I chuckled for a minute. "I have no idea if it would be good for my career, but I don't really care. I don't even know what my career even is any more. I can do the YouTube channel from anywhere, and with you by my side I'll be happy no matter what happens."

               "But you wouldn't leave me, right?"

               I lifted her eyes again, making sure she could see that I was dead serious about this. "Izzy, I will never leave you. I don't care where we go as long as you're there with me. Without even trying, you've repaired my heart and made it beat stronger, because it's beating for you."

               "Fuck!" she said as she choked back a sob. "Stop being so damned sweet! I can't stop crying when you do that!"

               "You can cry! You're a cute crier!" I assured her while helping to wipe away a few of her tears, while I added a few of my own. She'd been through so much, and while this was potentially great news, it was also overwhelming when added to the other stressors in her life. She just needed a week off on a beach with a lot of relaxing. Oh, and sex. "Besides, it isn't like I'm not crying too."

               She giggled through her tears, and leaned in to kiss me, our tears mixing together on our lips. "I love you so much, Trish. Thanks for helping to keep me sane with all this."

               "So, I keep you sane, and you drive me crazy. That seems hardly fair!" I complained with a light laugh.

               "Trust me, you make me crazy too. I can't get enough of you." She sighed deeply, burrowing her body into mine. "I know this is all so much, so fast, but I am glad I get to go through it with you."

               "I'm glad I have you too, beautiful girl." I kept holding her until I felt her breathing slow. We never even made it to dinner, we were just too emotionally exhausted. With a final kiss on her temple, I let myself relax until I drifted off too.

               It was still dark outside when the Billie alarm went off, louder than ever and with banging on the wall in addition to the screaming. I was tempted to go over and bang on the wall, but I had Izzy wrap her arms around me.

               "Let her have her fun. She deserves it," she murmured sleepily.

               "Billie baby! Oh, fuck yes! Harder!! Billie!!! Oh god yes!" Erin was louder than I'd ever heard of her, and I was going to sigh in frustration when she got some accompaniment.

               "Take it babygirl!" came a new voice, though Izzy and I knew immediately who it was. We'd only met Wilhelmina that one time, but it could be nobody else. "Oh yeah Erin! You look so good!! Oh fuck!"

               Izzy started to giggle uncontrollably, and I soon joined her. Yes, it was sexy to listen to, but Izzy was soon crying from laughter. "That bear is talking now!" And all we could imagine now was this big furry bear bending Erin over the bed and fucking her with the strap on.

               I'd need some brain bleach.

               "Want to go get some food?" I asked. "I know there are plenty of places open 24 hours, and we skipped dinner."

               She nodded into me before stretching out her petite body delightfully. "I could eat!"

               "Good! I need waffles!" I followed her lead, stretching with my hands over my head.

               "You keep stretching like that, and I'll keep you here and we'll see who is the loudest!" she growled while grabbing my ass and pulling me down on top of her and latching her mouth onto my left nipple.

               I looked down at her in a little shock while she suckled happily, and I couldn't help but moan a little before pulling away. Damn was my girl getting more into telling me just what she wanted! "Food first, then we'll come back and have dessert!"

               She gave me a little pout, then leaned forwards, quick as a snake and gave my nipple one final lick. "Fine. But we better get some whipped cream while we're out. I like that on my dessert."

               My jaw dropped a little as she smirked up at me. I was seeing that glint in her eye more and more and it was making me wild every time. I can't believe I just told her to wait, and now all I want is to take it back! Fuck, take me! But she was already throwing some clothes on, and I had a feeling that a little bit of anticipation, plus the whipped cream would make things all the sweeter. Literally.

               Erin and Billie were still going at it when we left, just as noisy as before, and I felt happy that things had worked out for them. I wasn't sure about their future, but I hoped it was as bright as what I felt that Izzy and mine was. They deserved it too. Hell, everyone deserves that.