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    Tina glanced up from the screen of her laptop and then back down with fingers quickly typing out an e-mail. "The chair’s not up." She continued typing with impressive accuracy, fixed on her task.

    Bette looked over the book in her hands to the door and let out a little sigh. "You think she’s asleep?"

    "Yeah," Tina answered, busily trying to finish her work. "Probably."

    "Okay," Bette said quietly, laying her book down across the arm of the chair. Slowly she got to her feet and made her way into the dining room. She could still hear the quiet clicking of the computer keyboard as she picked up a chair and maneuvered her way toward the living room again. Once she reached the door, she put the chair down, and edged it under the doorknob before making her way back to her comfortable seat. She picked up her book and smiled at Tina’s complete concentration on her task. "I’m gonna get ready for bed, okay?"

    "Mmm hmm," Tina agreed quietly, before rubbing her tired eyes.

    "Come to bed soon," Bette smiled, walking down the hall to get ready. It had been such a long day – the kind of day that made her feel like she hadn’t slept for weeks.

    With a great deal of exhaustion, Bette fell into bed and tried keeping her eyes opened. She had just nearly fallen asleep when she heard Tina come in. She forced her eyes open to see Tina was changing quickly to join her.

    "Tired?" Tina smiled weakly, stepping into her shorts. Bette admired her wife’s partly naked form with a weak smile of her own. If only her eyes weren’t so heavy.

    "Yes," she answered honestly, rolling onto her back.

    "Good," Tina chuckled quietly, slipping under the covers to lay on her side, "Me too."

    "Sleep," Bette whispered, tilting her head over to Tina after pulling the comforters over her own body. Her hand found Tina’s, and with the warm comfort, her eyes closed.

    "Sleep," Tina whispered, her eyes closing only moments after.

    The sound of the dining room chair sliding slowly over the hardwood floor alerted Tina immediately, and her eyes flew opened. She sat upright, untucking herself and getting to her feet.

    Bette was awake too, looking over at the blond.

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    Comments

    1. That was so beautiful and tender! Great writing of a family bonding over the years. Love how you wrapped it up with the “same chat” from the beginning. Loved it!!!!

    2. Hey GrindRight, A wonderful change of pace and a testament to your awesome skills as an author.You captured true love in this story; the love between two live partners; the love a mothe has for her child and the love that child returns to her mums.Sheer poetry.Thank you so much for sharing.Your Loyal Fan and Friend.

    3. Sweet. I’m glad for everybody’s sake that Angie outgrew the night terrors (I’ve never been a parent, but it must be nerve wracking to watch your kid be in pain, be scared, be sick, which they all do.) It’s probably just as well, cause I think she really had gotten to big for Bette to rock. I mean, we are to presume Tina was more cooperative than a frantic, unconscious child when Bette her back, right?

    4. this story is so true for any mother, you just feel your weans, when they are not happy or they just need to hear from thier old mama. GR ,luv your stories there always on the button, luv you xxx

    5. I used to sleepwalk, quite a lot, until I outgrew it. It would scare the life out of my parents, who eventually reverted to a crib for a while, then bars on a modified bed until I stopped trying to get out every night. I still remember shouting for my father every morning to come and get me out, and the excitement due to to a slightly overheard discussion between my mother and one of her sisters to just get me what I thought of as a “big people bed” and “wait it out”. Anyway. This was a really lovely story, GR. Thank you for writing it. :)

    6. GrindRight, you have the most amazing emotional range I’ve ever seen. I think you must be a person who feels very strongly because the emotions come through very clearly in you stories, anyone reading feels the emotions you’re trying to convey very effectively. I’m in school and I’m close to crying. Not good!! But this is GENIUS. Thank you so much and looking forward to your next story. =)) XOXO

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