On the way back to Bette’s, I begin thinking about how much my life has changed in less than 48 hours. Part of me is starting to accept the changes; part of me is trapped in a cloud of confusion. I just don’t understand how my life could unravel so quickly.

I finally arrived back at Bette’s. Part of me wanted her to be awake so we could talk; part of me wanted more time to myself to think about how I was going to get my life back. I walk into the house slowly, careful not to make a sound in case Bette was still sleeping. The house is so quiet so I walk back to the bedroom to find her curled up on her side sleeping like an angel. She looks so peaceful and content. In that moment, nothing else matters but the bond I share with this woman. Deciding to put my own problems aside, I cook breakfast and bring it into the bedroom to surprise her.

I sit the tray on the night stand next to the bed, and sit on the bed gently so I won’t startle her. I lean over her and kiss her forehead.

I whisper in her ear “Bette? Wake up sleepyhead.”

She groans softly but doesn’t wake up.

I kiss her on the cheek softly. Again I try to wake her. “Wake up Bette.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks so cute with her ‘I just woke up and I’m confused’ face.

She stretches a little and asks “What time is it?”

“Almost 10:30.”

“Wow. I haven’t slept this late in forever. Must have been all the ‘exercise’ last night.” She says with a smirk.

“I was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?” I ask teasingly.

“Well well, someone woke up on the cocky side of the bed this morning.”

“Speaking of the side of the bed, I brought you something.”

I place the tray of breakfast on her lap.

“You made me breakfast? Wow…Thank you. It looks great. Smells great too.”

She pauses for a second as if something on the plate is missing.

“Did I remember to put your fork on there?”