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The tree house filtered the light from the rising sun, making it seem like they were encased in a firelight. Bette woke first, the soft, muted beams of light complimenting the early wake up tweets from the many birds in the trees that surrounded them. Strung all along the perimeter of the ceiling were small
From Chapter 22… She was towel drying her hair and considering making a very stiff drink from the mini bar in the room when there was a knock on the door. Reaching for her robe, she tightened the belt and opened the door, expecting room service with the dinner she ordered. Instead, she saw the
Morning had arrived. The light outside the window soft, filtered through the mist that still hung in the air, cool nighttime weather giving way to the stronger rays of the waking sun. The birds were starting to sing and there were some sounds coming from the kitchen as Rosie and Yaya shared their morning oatmeal
From the previous chapter – At home, Tina slipped her shoes off and changed in to a big t-shirt as Bette pulled the covers off the bed for her, then tucked her in with a light blanket. She dimmed the light and kissed Tina’s forehead. “I will check on you in a little bit. Need
The river water had tendrils of mist hovering over the surface, the air still cool from the night before and the birds and fish just waking up. Even the sun was slow to rise, not strong enough yet to chase away the chill, struggling to get moving and start the day. It was beautiful in
Bette pulled into the driveway behind Tina’s car. She was earlier than normal but wanted to start being early as part of her routine on Fridays, wanting to be available for Tina as the pregnancy advanced. Taking a minute, she rested both hands on her steering wheel to take a deep breath. The outside of
They woke, as they usually did these days to the need for Tina to go to the bathroom. It took her a little longer to untangle herself, the blankets getting wrapped around her legs as she rose. She felt massive and sluggish but in truth her pregnancy was progressing nicely and her baby bump small
They left their checkup appointment with Dr. Wilson quiet, thoughtful. It was one more step towards… more waiting. Tina was normally the patient one, the one who cautioned a slower approach. Wait and see she was always telling Bette. Wait and see. Well, shit. With the Cyro Bank in place it seemed likely that conception
I am dead. Rosie O’Donnell has been announced to play Carrie in the season two of GQ. If you needed proof that 2021 will be worse than 2020 then here it is. This is the worst casting in the history of bad casting. I thought the writers were lazy, I thought Marja was the bane
The next day Tina asked Bette to walk with her down to Boo’s old house, to see what needed to be done to have the house ready for Boo when she returned. It made sense that Boo would want to be home, to stay there and reenter her life. Tina felt she owed it to
It was not yet dawn and Bette lay awake after tossing and turning most of the night. Her stomach churned, a lack of food mixing with the two glasses of wine she had with Alice at the bar last night. She had lost too much weight, she knew this. She was losing herself, she knew
“Dammit, Bette! So frustrating. Look at this. It’s been four months and there is no way to predict my ovulation. It’s all over the fucking place. Aren’t women supposed to get on the same schedule? You are like clockwork with your cycles…” Tina was standing at the bathroom sink with an ovulation stick in her
48 – Paternity results… Tina froze, the frayed envelope in her hand as she and Bette looked at Yaya with a mixture of confusion and excitement. Tina moved closer to Bette, suddenly needed to be as close as possible, Bette’s hand coming up to rub her back. She knew what this moment meant for Tina.
“I had a job offer today,” Bette said once their drinks were delivered and both settled in their seats. They met every Friday, a standing dinner date that quickly became a highlight of their week. Over the past year, their work slowly reached a point where they often felt exhausted by the end of the