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[ Porter-Kennard Residence 12:00 A.M ]
Tina slowly closed the front door behind her as she threw her purse onto the kitchen counter. She looked around and noticed two wine glasses on the coffee table in the living room. Confused, Tina walked towards Angie’s room and carefully opened the bedroom door and noticed Angie curled up underneath her light pink comforter. With a small smile, she closed the door and began to head towards the master suite.
As she entered, Tina saw Bette lying underneath the comforter facing away from the door. She lightly closed the bedroom door and headed towards the bathroom to remove her makeup and get into her pajamas for the night. Pulling off her shirt, bra, jeans, and panties, she threw on an oversized shirt of Bette’s and turned to face the mirror. Grabbing her nightly face wash, she gently wet her face with water and applied a small portion.
Tina let out a deep breath and went to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste from the countertop. After brushing her teeth, she stared into the mirror at her reflection and thought of all the changes that have happened over the last few years: Bette cheating, getting pregnant with Ang, dating Helena, getting back with Bette, leaving Bette, cheating with Bette on Jodie, getting back together with Bette…
Tina shook her head with a small smile… ‘Damn, it’s been a wild ride. We’re finally where we need to be.’
She turned around and headed towards Bette who was still laying down on the bed. That’s when she noticed the dried tear marks that were stained on Bette’s face. She sat down on the small free space on the mattress and lightly ran her fingers through Bette’s hair. As her hand trailed down from Bette’s hair to her face, she slightly brushed the marks that were imprinted on Bette’s cheeks.
Bette felt warm fingers trailing down her face and automatically knew who it was. With her eyes fluttering open, she stared at the love of her life and noticed the concerned look on her face.
“I should have stayed,” Tina whispered still trailing her fingers down Bette’s face.
Bette grabbed onto Tina’s hands and gently kissed them. “I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
Bette looked back up into Tina’s eyes. She could see the worry, the confusion, and more importantly, the love. “I’m okay now that you’re here with me.”