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    And Yet

    How were they going to tell their hearts that they had to let go? 

    “What are we going to do?”

    Bette admitted absent any shame, "I don’t know T."

    What more was there to say at that juncture?  They were at a standstill and admitted as much with the relentless silence that filled the room. 

     

    —

     

    “Can I come in?”

    “Hey.”

    She looked at Tina.  A trace of bewilderment flickered across the taller woman’s beautiful features.  The blonde’s presence caught her by surprise.  After what happened between them – a kiss, Tina’s night on the couch and the conversation after – a touch of discomfort was to be expected.

    “Kit and Angie – they’re not going to be back from Anaheim for a couple of hours.”

    She knew that. 

    “I came early.  I hope you don’t mind.”

    For a second more, the puzzled look remained then vanished while the stoic part of her pushed to the fore.

    “No.  It’s fine.”

    She walked to the stove.  Dropping what she cupped in her hands to join the rest she stirred the ingredients that made the kitchen smell so wonderful.  Bette laughed when Tina curiously looked around to confirm whether there was a dinner being planned. 

    “It looks fancy."  The visitor approached the nervous looking brunette’s space.  "What are you making?”

    Bette held on to the stainless steel pan with her left hand and mixed the vegetables and chicken with her right.  She consciously reached for the noodles, quickly darting a glance Tina’s way.  

    It was for their daughter Bette said.  She was preparing a meal for Angie.  But maybe it wasn’t just for their girl?

    She had to ask. Tina had to mention her name.  To remind herself.  To announce that it wasn’t just the two of them anymore.

    Another hasty glance was directed the producer’s way.  “Uh actually…no I taught myself.” 

    “I sometimes cook for me and Angie when we’re alone.  Makes me feel like we’re a…”

    She caught Tina’s eye and smiled, as only Bette could.  With her mouth curved, she hesitated just for an instant before saying the rest,  “…you know, like a family.  I enjoy it.”

    Tina swallowed the emotion that threatened to overflow.  Her heart broke.  Did her companion hear it?  In her head the shattering sound was overwhelming.  

    Comments

    1. Just as the first time you presented this story, I felt that you had a better handle on Tibette than the writers of the show. They need to take a refresher course taught by you.

    2. Thanks for reposting the story in its entirety. I enjoy your approach to the characters and the explanation of motive is often what we don’t see. Thanks for writing, and I hope you have time to share more soon.

    3. i love how you’ve put all the chapters together. it does give a better sense of continuity. and also gives me another reason to read it again (and again).

    4. ”…the timeline is not perfect. ” Never worry about that, lwordid. (*my feeling is that anyone who watches tlw has already been innoculated against timeline detail frets. ;-) _ thanks for writing!

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