“I do,” She whispered softly in Carmen’s ear, “I want you to know that I don’t mean for these things to happen, they just do. And I’m sorry that I was fucked up before I met you, but I can’t change the past.”

“I know, Shane, I know.”

“Tina?” Bette asked, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s hips.

“Hmm?” Tina replied, placing a gentle kiss to Bette’s lips.

“Do you think Shane and Carmen have been acting weird lately?”

Tina smirked, knowing her wife had figured it out.

“Yes, I do.”

“Are they back together?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.” Tina said, now wearing a grin on her face, and nodding.

“So they are! I knew it.”

“But we can’t tell anyone.” Tina warned.

“Of course not.” Bette replied, kissing Tina’s neck. “Besides, we have better things to do.” Bette’s hand was now snaking underneath Tina’s clothing, eliciting a giggle from Tina. Unfortunately, the blonde pulled away.

“Yeah, like pack.” Tina said, turning and walking into the bedroom.

“Tease!” Bette yelled after, following behind to prepare for her trip.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” Angus asked, sitting next to Kit on the bed and gently stroking her cheek.

“Better. Angus, I… There’s something I gotta tell ya.” Kit patted the bed next to her, and he laid down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “I do want to meet your parents, but I’m, I don’t know, I guess I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of, Kit? They’re just my parents, they don’t bite.”

“I know that, Angus. But you have to understand that I’m old enough to be your mama.”

“I thought we were over this age thing, Kit.”

“We are, but…. Listen, when I was growin’ up, this…” She motioned between the two of them, “Would not be okay. I was used to boundaries. The black folk married the black folk, the white folk married the white folk, the Latin folk married the Latin folk, and if you didn’t do that, you were ridiculed. And I guess some of that thinking’s still left in me.”

”So what?”

“So if it’s left in me, then maybe it’s left in your parents, and I don’t like the thought of me hurting that relationship.”

“Trust me, baby,” Angus replied, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to Kit’s lips, “It won’t.”