Jensen's mood sunk the moment lunch ended and she and Scott were escorted back to their interview room. She considered leaving. But having Scott deal with them by himself was terrible and Jensen wasn't going to do that. She always told Rocky that if she didn't want something done to herself, don't do it to others. Even without Rocky in the building, Jensen knew she still needed to practice what she preached. Her guilty conscience wouldn't allow her not to.

Microphones and press boxes were reclipped to shirts and waistbands. Jensen finished another bottle of water than Blaine had given her.

"Hello!"

Jensen jumped at the sound of Camilla Morales' voice. Too close for comfort even when Jensen was used to it in her headphones. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, eyeliner winged to the heavens. Everything about seeing Camilla in person made Jensen's skin crawl, hands itching to tear out her eyes and rip off her ears. Never to be seen or heard again.

"Hi," Scott said. Stiff. Not his usually bubbly self.

Jensen swallowed hard. "Hello."

Giovanni walked in after Camilla, sitting down beside her. They shook hands with the two podcast hosts. Jensen tried not to think about squeezing too hard or whether they were squeezing too hard. She focused on how the faster she cooperated, the faster she could get out of there. The faster she could think about her Diana Thomas offer. Jensen was going to hold onto that.

"Firstly," Giovanni said when they were hooked up to their microphones, he motioned to Jensen. "Huge congratulations on the new addition."

"Thanks," Jensen said. "We're looking forward to meeting them."

"Any names you have planned?"

"We have a couple," Jensen said. "But we don't want to talk about them publicly yet."

"Do you want more kids after this one?" Camilla asked.

"At one point I wanted three. And Miles and I have talked about it." Jensen cleared her throat. "But, um, I had really bad—" Jensen took a deep breath. Was she really about to say this for other people to hear? Giving a technical exclusive to the worst podcast she knew? "I had really, you know, intense post-partum, um, depression. So we're going to see what happens after this baby arrives."

"You've never spoken about this before," Giovanni said.

"I don't spend a lot of time wanting to think about it," Jensen said.

"Is there anything you want to say about it for our listeners?"

Jensen swallowed hard and shifted in her seat. "Do you have any questions?"

"Any advice?"

"Um," Jensen said as she twisted the stud in her nose, "you're not as alone as you feel like you are."

"Maybe we should talk about the movie," Scott said, "or something else."

Jensen shot him a look that she hoped was enough of a thank you for that moment. Scott nodded softly. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat. There was a time when a therapist told her that talking about things would eventually make her feel better about what was bothering her. Jensen had the feeling Camilla Morales and Giovanni Perez weren't the kind of people her therapist had meant.

"Fair enough," Giovanni said. "We recently saw that your husband—"

"His name's Miles," Jensen said.

"Miles, yes," Giovanni said, "posted a video of you opening an envelope he gave you on his Instagram but he didn't say what was in it."

"Are we going to talk about the movie?" Scott asked. "That's what we're here for."

"We have a couple quick questions before the movie," Camilla said.

"May we ask what's in the envelope?"

"An early birthday present," Jensen said, "he snuck it in my suitcase before I left."

"Fans are desperate to know what was in there."

"I think that's between the two of us and I'm okay with keeping it private for now."

"Will we find out?"

"Maybe."

"There's a rumour that Miles and Raquel are here right now," Camilla said, "is that true? And is it because of your hospital visit?"

Jensen swallowed hard. "They are here, yeah."

"Is there anything going on with the baby?"

"This isn't about Guardian," Jensen said. "Maybe we could focus on that."

"We have also heard rumours of potential romance between the two of you—" Giovanni started.

"Can you please not?" Scott asked.

"This is the perfect time to address any rumours," Camilla said. "They only seem to grow."

"Nothing about them are true," Scott said. "On record. Rumours are bullshit. And even if I were into Jensen, which I'm not. No offense."

"None taken," Jensen said.

"I may be into women but I don't tend to go for happily married people," Scott said, "Thank you very much."

"Our mistake," Giovanni said, though it wasn't much of an apology. "Anything else you'd like to mention?"

"I'm really looking forward to the world seeing our film," Jensen said. "It's an exciting project that we were happy to work on."

"Is there any romance in it between your two characters?" Camilla asked.

"No," Jensen said, "I do kiss Nikita Wong, though. Which I'm sure she told you."

"I'm really the damsel in distress," Scott said, "not the love interest."

"So, your character is interested in Nikita Wong's character," Camilla said, "why's it not advertised as both gay and enemies to lovers?"

"Because love is love and representation shouldn't have to be praised in trailers for it to be part of the story," Jensen said, "and this movie's for fans, so they would know the enemies to lovers aspect. It's a comic book movie, a superhero movie. There's more to it than love that doesn't need to be advertised."

"That's an interesting take," Giovanni said.

"She's right," Scott said, "There's a little here for everyone. It's great to talk about it."

"Did they advertise the heterosexual relationship in past superhero movies?" Jensen asked.

"Not necessarily," Camilla said.

"Then why should we have to advertise our love story?" Jensen asked.

"We're not here to check off boxes," Scott said. "We're creating stories about people. Real people. Who live in this world and exist and don't have to be advertised to be accepted."

"We're very aware of the communities this world has," Camilla said.

"Then act like it," Scott said.

"Do you have questions about our movie or are you going to continue asking gossip questions?" Jensen asked.

"We're also people," Scott said, "offscreen. Maybe remember what while asking further questions."

*

Scott had come back to the hotel with Jensen because he, having texted Maddox, was reassured that there was, indeed, wine in his room. Maddox had taken Jensen's first hotel room so Jensen could stay with Rocky and Miles. Jensen walked in to see Maddox already pouring glasses, including a glass of water for her.

"The kids said they'd be back soon," Maddox said, handing the glasses—well, the paper cups—to Scott and Jensen. He grabbed his glass and sat on his bed. "Is this a casual glass of wine? Or..." Maddox took a sip of wine as he chose his words, narrowing his eyes at both of them. "How'd today go?"

Scott drank his wine quickly. Finished the glass.

"That well, huh?" Maddox leaned over to his bedside table before he handed Scott the entire bottle. "Anyone want to talk about it?"

"Camilla and Giovanni were there," Jensen said. Softly. Like if she said it quiet enough she'd wake up and it never would have happened. She sat down beside Maddox on the bed.

"Oh, were they ever," Scott said as he poured himself another glass of wine. He looked at Maddox as he leaned against the wall and held the bottle up. "I'll pay you back for this."

Maddox waved him off. "It's cheap and I have another bottle, have at it."

Scott raised his glass as he took a long drink.

"So, Cami and Gio were there," Maddox said, "I'm assuming they were invasive."

"And ignorant," Jensen said.

"And what was that shit about your post-partum?" Scott asked. "I mean, what the hell?"

"They asked about your post-partum?" Maddox asked.

"I might've brought it up," Jensen said as she ran a hand across her forehead. "I don't know. It was stupid."

"Just because you brought it up didn't mean they had to prod like that," Scott said.

"He's right," Maddox said. "That's your business."

"I'm not sure what I expected."

"Honey, we're home!" Miles knocked on the door.

"How is he..." Maddox groaned as he got up from the bed. "So fucking loud all the time."

Jensen laughed. "You should hear him in the shower."

"Oh, believe me, babes, I have," Maddox said, "needed someone to serenade while you were gone."

Jensen laughed as Maddox walked to the door and opened it.

"Hello, oh loud one," Maddox said, "please enter my hotel room and make it even louder."

"Don't mind if I do," Miles said. "Thank you, kind sir."

Rocky ran into the room and hugged Jensen tightly. Jensen wrapped her arms around her daughter as tight as she could manage and kissed her cheek. "Hi, little queen."

"Hi, mama."

"I hope you're being gentle with your mom, Rocky," Miles said as he rounded the corner, Maddox behind him. Miles kissed Jensen's head as Maddox sat back down beside her.

"I am," Rocky said.

"Are you wearing my hoodie?" Jensen asked, raising an eyebrow at Miles.

Miles looked down at his hoodie as he sat down in the desk chair. NYU in bold letters across his chest. "It would seem I am."

"He says as if he hasn't been wearing it since the moment you left," Maddox said.

"Oh, has he?" Jensen asked.

"It's the only hoodie you wear." Miles shrugged, despite the redness that crept onto his cheeks. "It smelled like you."

Jensen smiled softly as Rocky laid across Jensen and Maddox's laps.

"Are you sure you want to brag about being American here?" Maddox asked, taking a sip of wine and looking at Miles.

"You're American too."

"I'm not advertising it."

"He has a point," Scott said.

Jensen watched a small smile creep onto Maddox's lips.

"I—yeah. He does." Miles took a moment to look around the room. Register what was happening. He frowned and looked at his watch for a second. "Five o'clock somewhere or something happened?"

Scott poured himself another glass as Jensen drank her water quickly. Miles eyed them questioningly.

"So something happened," Miles said, "care to share?"

Maddox took a sip from his wine as he, Scott, and Jensen all looked at each other to see who was going to stop drinking first. A form of drink chicken, because who wanted to be the one to let someone else know about their negative day. Jensen was no chicken, not when Miles came into the room happy.

Scott was the first one to drop his cup. "Podcast interviews," he said, instead of the curse which he was inevitably biting back.

"Podcasts?" Miles asked. "Like—"

"Comics!" Rocky said.

"We saw them, Rocky girl," Scott said. "But that's not who we're talking about."

"Are Camilla and Giovanni in London?" Miles asked.

Maddox and Jensen gasped as they pulled their cups away from their lips.

"Thanks for that, guys," Scott said.

Maddox raised his cup as a silent salute. Jensen and him tapped their cups together. Scott looked at Miles, who shrugged.

"Welcome to my life."

Scott shook his head and let out a weak laugh. "Wow."

Miles laughed. "You'll love every minute you're part of it."

Scott blushed. Miles looked at Jensen with a raised eyebrow. Jensen grinned.

"Dare I ask how bad things went on the podcast?" Miles asked.

"I wouldn't," Maddox said.

Miles frowned. "Can I ask about—"

"Didn't you get a phone call earlier?" Scott asked and looked at Jensen.

"—that?" Miles finished.

"Oh, um," Jensen started, "Yeah. I did."

"What was it about?" Scott asked. "If I can ask."

"I, um—" Jensen twisted the stud in her nose. Tucked her hair behind her ear.

Miles yawned. Loudly. Overdramatically. Stretching his arms to the ceiling. "My jet lag is kicking in. I think I have to go to bed."

"You don't have to answer, it's cool," Scott said.

"No, I'm just really tired," Miles said. Clearly faking another yawn as he got up and scooped Rocky into his arms. He'd never been a good liar. "We should go back to the hotel room."

"Milo?" Maddox called as Miles left the room.

"Yeah?"

"You're full of it."

"I know," Miles said. "Come along, Rhodes!"

Jensen looked at Maddox and Scott. "I'm sorry. For that."

"It's cool," Maddox said. "Tell us some tea later. If you're up for it."

"It's okay if you're not," Scott said.

"You two," Jensen said, getting up from the bed. She pointed a finger between Scott and Maddox. "Should finish the wine while I deal with my husband."

"Jensen," Maddox said.

"Yes?" Jensen followed in Miles' footsteps toward the door.

"Make him work for it."

Jensen laughed and opened the door. "Will do."

As the door closed behind Jensen, she came face to face with Miles.

She let out a small gasp and jumped. "Jesus, Miles."

Miles held a finger up and pressed it to his lips. "Turns out I wasn't wrong," he whispered, turning so Jensen could see Rocky asleep on his shoulder, "about the sleep thing."

"You're so full of—"

"Love?"

"You could've told the truth."

"I could have," Miles said, "but now I look like an asshole and you look like you were going to tell them."

"Maybe I was."

"Were you?"

"It's not that I don't want to." Jensen walked beside Miles to the elevator. "It's... It's developing and I don't want to spread it around if it doesn't happen."

"They're actors," Miles said, "they'll get it."

The elevator doors opened. Jensen walked in as she said, "It was Diana Thomas."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Miles, she's right there."

"Are you going to do it?"

"I don't know." Jensen looked at her feet—well, her stomach—to avoid looking at her reflection in the elevator. She didn't need to see how she looked talking about potentially passing on the audition.

"You can't pass up Diana Thomas."

"You can't breastfeed."

"Rhodes, this is huge," Miles said. "You're not seriously thinking of passing this up, are you?"

"There's more to this than what I want and don't want." Jensen looked at him for a moment. "You know that as well as I do."

"We'll manage," Miles said, "We always do. Is there something else going on?"

Jensen sighed. "What did you do with Rocky today?"

The elevator rung, Jensen stepped out first. Miles fell into stride beside her. "Jensen."

Jensen flinched. "Don't call me that unless you're mad at me."

"It's your name."

"You never use it."

"What's going on?"

"Look," Jensen said, fumbling with the room key, "I don't want to talk about my post-partum depression again today—" She dropped the key, ready to burst into tears as she bent down to pick it up. "—I really don't."

"Again?" Miles asked. "What happened today?"

Jensen finally unlocked the door and swung it open. She walked over to her and Miles' bed and laid down, putting her hands over her eyes. Hugged in a loose pregnancy pillow embrace. "I might cry."

"That's okay."

"I don't want to." Jensen took her hands off her eyes to look at Miles, who gently laid Rocky down in her bed. She couldn't even bring herself to smile as she watched him press a small kiss to Rocky's forehead before walking over to his side of the bed. "I can't."

"You can if you need to." Miles sat down beside her.

"I told the entire world," Jensen said, "that I had post-partum with Rocky."

"That's not a bad thing."

"It's going to be printed in every magazine for God knows how many more months," Jensen said. "We make the announcement that our new kid is born, that's going to be the first question anyone asks."

"That doesn't make you any lesser."

Jensen tapped her temple. "You should tell my brain that."

"I've tried to."

"I know it's a good conversation to have," Jensen said. "I know it doesn't make me evil or anything negative." She ran her hands down her face. "But I don't want that to be a part of every interview. Every press tour. It sucks to talk about."

"Then don't talk about it."

Jensen let out a bitter laugh. She didn't mean for it to be aimed at Miles, but it was. "You already saw what happened when I didn't answer questions I was asked."

"Those questions were awful," Miles said. He shifted on the bed and put Jensen's legs on his lap. "Why is this bothering you so much?"

"I—" Jensen started, "What if it happens again?"

Miles pulled her shoelace to untie it, taking off her shoe. "Then it happens again."

"They asked me how many kids I wanted," Jensen asked. "That's why it was brought up."

"Is the number still three?" Miles untied and took off her other shoe. He placed them beside each other at the foot of the bed before he laid beside her, resting his head on a fist.

"I'm worried about this, Miles," Jensen said. "I don't know how I'm going to feel once this kid is born."

"We don't have to talk about this until you're ready to." Miles traced her arm with his finger. "And it's okay if that conversation is never."

"Are you sure?"

Miles nodded and tucked her hair behind her ear. His hand rested on her cheek. "Two great kids and you being content? I'm positive."

"Thank you."

"Throwing every possible what if out the window—"

"Do you even know me?"

"Let me finish." Miles let out a soft laugh. "How do you feel about the Diana Thomas audition? Nothing else on the table, no what ifs."

Jensen fought a smile. "I..." She bit her lip as the smile crept through. "I'm really excited about it."

"Do you know anything about it?" Miles' thumb gently stroked her cheek.

Jensen shook her head. "But it's Diana Thomas."

"It is." Miles smiled. "It really is."

Jensen put her hand over Miles' and the other on her cheek, a smile so wide her face ached. "I should do this, shouldn't I?"

Miles nodded. "If it makes you smile like you are right now, absolutely."

"But what if I don't book it?"

"Diana Thomas called you. Personally," Miles said. "Try and ignore the what ifs."

Jensen smiled softly. "I really want this role. I don't even know what it is, and I want it."

"You'll get it," Miles said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "I know you will."