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Bette looks down at her daughter and just can’t deny her the attention. She climbs onto the bed and presses up against Angie who is leaning onto Tina’s back with her hands curled up against her. Bette stretches her left arm over Angie in a protective way and curls her hand onto Tina’s left side. She loosely grabs Tina’s sleep shirt with her fingers. The warmth of Tina’s body radiating along her arm.
Tina makes a soft moan and mumbles something that Bette can’t quite make out.
“What did she say?” Angie whispers as she settles down.
“I don’t know.” Bette smile, her voice low. “It doesn’t matter sweetheart. It’s just like when you were little and you would climb in bed with us during a storm.”
“Yeah, I remember.” Angie snuggles into her Mama’s back trying not to wake Tina. “Mama used to snore then too.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that about your Mama.” Bette teases Angie. “Show some respect young lady.”
“Okay.” Angie giggles. “But you would tease her about it.”
“Yeah and I would pay the price for it.” Bette smiles at all the dirty little ways that Tina would extract her revenge for Bette’s teasing. Practical jokes were a Kennard favorite to unleash on Bette. Tina could knock down the mighty Bette Porter with one blow if needed. Tina had that kind of effect on Bette. And Bette loved every minute of Tina’s so called revenge.
“What did she do to you?”
“That’s top secret stuff kiddo. I’ll tell you when you get married.”
“Okay.” Angie’s starting to get sleepy again feeling safe between her two parents.
“Go to sleep Boo.” Bette murmurs into Angie’s hair as she gives her a kiss on the head.
Bette gazes over Angie’s head and looks at Tina with love in her eyes. She can’t believe that she’s actually in bed again with her former wife. So many happy memories of nights like this when Angie would awaken during the night from a storm or a bad dream and crawl into bed with Tina and Bette for security. She would cuddle up with her parents and drift back off to sleep. Those were the happiest of times.
Sleep starts to claim Bette again and she softly repeats. “Just like when you were little.”