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    Sweeter Than Heaven, Hotter than Hell – Chapter Seven

    Previously…

    “We can meet up later this week if you want to.” Bette suggested.

    “That would be great. Maybe you want to come to my house Thursday. It’s in Walker Street, like I said, nr. 15, maybe at 5PM? My husband won’t be home until 6 and my son is with his grandmother then.” Zaria explained.

    “Okay, I can make that.” Bette said. Zaria stood up and so did Bette.

    “Bye.” Zaria said before turning around.

    “Bye.” Bette said and watched her daughter leave. Then she looked back at her friends and lover who looked confused. She sighed and walked over. She looked at Helena.

    “Can we please go home?” She asked Helena, she felt emotionally drained. Helena stood up and took Bette’s hand.

    “Of course, sweetie.” Helena said.

    “I’ll explain later.” Bette said to her friends before walking out with Helena. When they got in the car, Helena started the engine.

    “Is she really your daughter?” Helena asked, she was a little hurt she knew from nothing.

    “I’m almost 99% sure she is. I named her Zaria Nayeli; I don’t think there are many women called that.” Bette said.

    “Does anyone that you have a 22 year old daughter?” Helena questioned.

    “No, except my Dad and Coleman. Even Kit doesn’t know about this.” Bette said. “It hurts to talk about it. She should have been my girl, not someone else’s.” Bette said, a tear slipping down her cheek. Helena pulled the car over and took Bette in her arms; the woman was openly crying now and clinging onto Helena for dear life.

    “I didn’t… want to give… her away… I had to…” She sobbed, Helena hugged Bette tighter. “She told me… she has a… son… she is… married… I missed… it all.”

    “Shh, you’ll see her again, right? You’ll be able to get to know you daughter.” Helena tried to assure her partner.

    “I am… going to her… on Thursday… to talk.” Bette said between the tears.

    “See, it’ll be okay.” Helena said, rocking Bette from side to side. “It’ll be okay, babe.”

     

    CHAPTER SEVEN…

    Bette stood in front of her daughter’s house. It looked small but neat. With shaking hands, she knocked on the door. A few moments later, Zaria opened the door and smiled.

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