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(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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




(8 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)“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




(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Bette sat with her headphones on and her knees pulled up to her chest, the music blasting tru her ears kept her from going crazy from all the thoughts in her head. They were noice cancelling so they drowned out the outside world, and bette was fine with that. She didn’t want a part of




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)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.




(5 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)Yale – 1996 A couple of months had gone by in a blink and even though Bette and Alice were actually dating, it still did not feel like it at all, at least for the brunette. Bette was pretty sure she indeed loved Alice, and yet she had come to realize that she




(10 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5, rated)“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