After that call earlier in the morning, Helen can't seem to sit still. She checks her outfit again in the mirror, looking at her body from every angle to see if anything looks bad or off. She mutters to herself,

Oh God! This could be a really bad idea..... Come on, Helen! Pull yourself together! You're Elastigirl! You're a badass!!

She hears a car park nearby, outside her house and through the window she can see... him.

Oh, Fuck!

she mutters under her breath, feeling butterflies in her stomach and her face blush.

He still looks so yummy!

She whispers, watching him walk down her driveway. Helen wonders if he knows about her secret, but realises that can't be possible since nobody else knew.

'I wonder if... when I should tell him? He may be the only person who deserves to know the truth about Jack-Jack.'

Her feelings are conflicted as she wonders if it's right to meet him again, after 2 years, remembering that week of debauchery, set off by a moment of weakness and loneliness. The doorbell rings and she mindlessly runs to open it for him, biting her lip as their eyes meet. Before he can say anything, she shushes him and her eyes invite him in, closing the door as he enters her life again.