The talk of childbirth brought up memories of Helena giving birth to her own daughter. It had been a long, difficult labor. Despite her mother and sister having been there, her mother was of no help. "Those friends sound a bit like my mother. Less than thrilled at the situation." Helena rolled her eyes slightly, but quickly returned her attention to Darcy. Even though it was brief, Helena saw the sad smile curve Darcy's lips. Helena didn't bother to press on what memory drew up that feeling. Instead, she offered a warm smile. "But as they say, things turned out well, did they not? You have two healthy boys, and you did not have to go through childbirth alone."
Really, it was a wonder to think people could become the costumes they wore for Halloween. Helena was sad she'd missed such an event. No doubt she would have loved to observe it and write about it. Helena smirked a bit. "Well, I am a writer. Though I was not there, I could no doubt come up with something. And what is that saying, truth is stranger than fiction?" She chuckled a bit. It wouldn't be too difficult to write, after all. She'd written about things such as an alien invasion of the Earth and time travel in the 1890s. Writing about people becoming their costumes wouldn't be such a stretch for her mind. And at least this time she could write it herself. Whether she'd actually try to publish the book would be another matter entirely, but it didn't exactly matter in this moment. It was all dependent on whether she wrote it or not. "Somehow I think fiction writers would make a lot of money off of writing stories about our experiences."
It was perhaps good they weren't completely dwelling on the mothering topic. As much as Helena liked to believe she could keep the happiness of her memories and the pain of her loss separate, she really couldn't keep it up for long periods of time. She was trying to learn how to process the pain, to let herself feel it without letting it consume her. And it wasn't exactly a healthy response to lock all of her emotions away when she felt the pain starting to take over. But at the mention of tea, Helena smiled warmly. She'd almost forgotten about the tea as well. "I certainly share that hope." After all, if the first time around she was made a target for Moriarty, second time around he might capture her and skin her.
Looking over at the twins, Darcy was not the only one impressed with their response. Children at their age tended to be difficult more often than not and had minds and wills all their own. Looking up at Darcy, Helena smiled. "Lead the way," she said, rising to her feet.