Bette leans down and places two gentle kisses on her lips. “Terrible life I lead,” she murmurs.

Tina chuckles, resting a hand against Bette’s chest.

Bette smiles, then sets her coffee mug on the counter. “Hey…” She steps closer, placing both hands on the countertop on either side of Tina, effectively trapping her wife between her arms.

Tina raises a curious brow. “Hey, yourself.”

Bette smiles. “So, I was thinking about having a nice dinner here at home Friday.”

Tina nods, her expression brightening. “Oh, yeah? What, like having the gang over, or…?”

Bette shakes her head. “No, just us and the kids.” She pauses, her voice softening. “Things have been so hectic lately. We have Shane and Carmen’s wedding coming up in a few weeks, you’ve got a lot going on at work, and I’m preparing for my show…” She glances briefly around their beautiful new kitchen, then looks back at Tina. “I just wanna make sure we carve out a little time to show some appreciation for our new, beautiful home.”

Tina’s smile softens. Something about the sincerity in Bette’s expression makes her heart swell.  She lifts her free hand and gently cups Bette’s cheek. “That sounds amazing, baby. I’m in.”

Bette smiles. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” Tina catches the front of Bette’s shirt and gently pulls her closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “Love you,” she whispers.

Bette smiles against her mouth, affectionately nudging her nose against Tina’s. “Love you too.”

Tina then smiles. “Ooh, I’ll make my chicken dish, ya know, with the potatoes and—”

Bette shakes her head. “No, don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of the food…”

Tina creases her brows. “You? You’re going to take care of the food?”

Bette lifts her brows. “You heard me…”

Tina smiles. “But—”

Bette cuts her off, leaning closer with a playful warning in her eyes. “What did I say, woman? I said I got it.”

Tina presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek, trying to keep a grin from showing. “You know, most of the time, I hate this whole controlling side of you.”

Bette smirks. “Most of the time?”

Tina glances toward the kitchen island, where Angie and Mickey are busy irritating each other over something neither will likely remember in five minutes. She turns back to Bette and lowers her voice. “But then there are times like this when I have to resist the urge to drag you into our bedroom and rip your clothes off.”