Melina can't hold it in. She's full on laughing, unable to help herself with how ridiculous Natasha is being. "Are you reverting back to your age in Ohio?"

Melina blows the smoke in a different direction once Kat joins her on the front porch. The pack and her black lighter offered wordlessly, though she’s unsure if the other woman wants one.

There’s an unfamiliar sense of guilt that comes from missing their bedtime routine. She’s usually the one who reads them a story — and then gets suckered into reading a second. “Dreykov wanted an update on the mission’s progress. It just has me… rattled, I guess.”

Sometimes she looks in the mirror and only sees a monster looking back at her.

She's slipped out of @widowssecret's bed around 4am and gone out onto the back porch. A cigarette needed after the things she's done — though she doesn't regret any of it.

Just watching in amusement.

Just her girls fighting, again.

Natasha, don’t pick on your baby sister.

Something like that. She’ll intervene if there’s any crying or blood.

You’ve known that longer than she has!

She might be new at the mothering thing, but she wouldn’t let them harm each other.

You are still my child, big girl. No matter if we are blood or not.

She might take them down to the neighborhood park. If Ana would like to come meet them there..

If I could do it all over again, I’d have tried my damnedest to save you both. It will always be my biggest regret.

I suppose I don’t deserve the mother title.

Melina will buy her a new bike. Even if she didn’t raise her girls to be tattletales, cough.

Then what would you like me to do, Yelena? I can’t make her un-break it.

The girls would love that. She’ll make some sandwiches for the four of them.

I want to help, Yelena. Even if it means tracking down another of that same bike.