Im pretty good, Bette said, slowly grinning. How are you?

Not the one with the hangover, Im sure, Tina teased.

Its funny, I dont feel it, Bette said slowly, unsure of whether her head would automatically start to pound.

No hangover?

Nope.

Well done, Bette Porter, its a first.

Thanks, Bette said, rolling her eyes. Dropping her tone and staring into Tinas eyes she said, I cant believe youre here. Youre actually here.

Im here. Tell you what, Ill go make some coffee just in case a hangover does visit and you can go brush your teeth, Tina joked. Slowly she unravelled their legs and arms from each other and slid off the bed. Doing this made both feel instantly cold and nervous. Bette moved quickly; reaching up she grabbed Tinas hand.

T. I meant it. I know youre probably thinking about it. I just want you to know I meant it all. Every word, OK? Bette rushed her words out quickly and then took a deep breath at the end. I meant it.

Tina smiled, not entirely sure what to say or if she had to say anything. I know you meant it.

Good, Bette sighed, letting Tinas hand go slowly as she watched her walk towards their bedroom door. T?

Tina turned around.

I love you, Bette said softly. An expression of worry wore plainly on her face as she was left waiting, hoping for the same response.

I love you too, Tina whispered, trying to control her voice so it wouldnt appear she was on the edge of tears. She cleared her throat and smiled brightly. Ill get some breakfast ready, OK?

As soon as Tina was out of sight, Bette fell back on the bed and held the duvet up to her mouth to muffle her happiness. Tina was here. She woke up with Tina. In their bed. Intertwined like they used to be.

Bette felt something she hadnt felt in almost a year, since they lost the baby. Something that made her feel real, that made her skin tingle : Hope.

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After a few minutes of the sound of ravenous eating, Bette put down her toast and looked at Tina. Tina looked up from her plate, almost shyly and smiled at her. Hi.