Bette’s POV ‘And so instead I ended up changing my spare room into an atelier.’ Mesmerized by the movement of Tina’s hands as she moistens them with hand cream I barely notice that my mother in law is probably waiting for me to say something. Only when I meet Tina’s playfully raised eyebrow through the mirror I reply.
Hello readers, Thank you so much for reading my first chapter and my first fanfiction on this wonderful site and I apologize for the long delay from my first chapter. Now you have it…the next chapter. Enjoy. Chapter 2 Blinking her eyes towards dense fog, seeing nothing but white low clouds embracing
Since they were up all night, they got a later flight the next day, Tina finally leaving the Toronto apartment behind. The few possessions she wanted would be picked up and mailed to her in the days to come. It was a quiet ride to the airport, but their hands found each other as Tina
“A hot Cuppa” Bette is sitting on the couch having a cuppa after a long day at work. Tina walks in the door and as she enters the living room she immediately notices the cup of coffee on the side table. Her eyes meet Bette’s hungry gaze as Bette turns around. Seeing the smoldering look
Flashback. When all of them were here, happy and alive. Including Tasha. The day is a special day, one of the most important of the year for T herself. The last ceremony of the year, the one in which the relatives of soldiers were invited, where the devotion of soldiers was greeted, and the