"Well, whatever happens, the Andersons seem pretty well adjusted now to life here, while Jen and Tad are among friends. Moon Lake is a pretty tight community. We look after our own," said Samantha, as she got into bed.
"I know," agreed her wife, as Frances crawled in and snuggled next to her. Both lesbians were now back in their werecat forms, but at this point, all they wanted to do was just drift off to sleep in each others arms. "Eric and Julie do make a cute couple, and I'm sure he'll be a great were-merman for her when the time comes, but let me ask you something. The identity of WHO she was with aside, did you get a funny feeling watching Martha in action tonight?"
"What do you mean?" wondered Samantha, while kissing the top of Frances' head.
"Seeing Martha in her werecat form, embracing her bi side openly in public, so to speak; having sex with another woman besides us. I don't know. It was kind of like... watching our little girl grow up."
"Now that you mention it, Jen is the first woman besides us that Martha's been with since moving to Moon Lake."
"I have a feeling she won't be the last, either," commented Frances, snuggling up against her mate.
"Tonight was under special circumstances, but you're not afraid of us somehow losing Martha, are you?" asked Samantha.
"No. Martha will always have a place in our hearts, and us in hers. It's just that..."
"Are you thinking again about us having a child after Ben moves out of the house?"
"Kind of..." confessed Frances, biting her lower lip nervously while looking at Samantha.
"It's okay sweetheart," said Samantha tenderly, before kissing Frances on the lips. "It's just that, first off, we'd need a sperm donor if we're to have any chance of one of us doing it naturally, and I know of no qualified candidate I'd trust to have that kind of... intimate knowledge of one of us. Besides, when or if the time comes, I'm sure there will be a child in need that we can adopt just like we did with Ben."
"Well, whenever the time does come," began Frances, recalling some old dreams she had where she gave birth to a daughter and Samantha WAS (somehow) the biological father as well as being co-mother, "promise me it will be a girl this time."
"Anything you want my love," swore Samantha, kissing her wife again.
The married lesbians were about to drift off to sleep together when there was a gentle knock on their bedroom door.
"Moms? Are you still awake?" asked their son Ben.
"Yes?" asked Frances, as both women looked at their side of the closed door.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I was so happy recalling how tonight went I forgot to tell you. Kenya invited me to look over the college tomorrow and have lunch. Her treat. Is that okay?"
"Sure honey. Have a good time," replied Samantha, while Frances nodded her head in agreement.
"Thanks. Night," said Ben, before they heard him walking back to his room.
"There's another happy couple we don't have to worry about," said Frances, before snuggling closer to her wife once more.
Then the happy werecats finally drifted off to sleep in each others' arms.