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Four years have passed – let’s check in –
The sunlight crept into the bedroom, sneaking in between the blinds to make stripes on the wall that inched their way closer to the couple on the bed. Tina was tucked against the warm back of her wife, seeking the heat even in her sleep. Between the two, she was more cold natured, whereas Bette radiated heat, at times like a furnace. With her forehead on the back of Bette’s neck, Tina had one arm casually slung over the swollen belly.
Bette was seven months pregnant, and any blanket made her hot, so she was almost entirely uncovered, whereas the blonde was under a thicker blanket.
Only Bette’s feet were hidden as she lay with her top leg over a large body pillow, wearing only a thin t-shirt and boxer briefs, her breathing deep and even. One nice result of the third trimester was that her sleeping issues were almost nonexistent and she was even a huge fan of napping in the middle of the day. The fatigue in the last trimester took her by surprise but Tina encouraged, and sometimes mandated that Bette rest, unplug and listen to her body.
Tina woke first, moving her nose slowly over Bette’s skin, breathing in the wonderful smell of citrus blended with more than a hint of sandalwood. Dependable, sexy, intoxicating. She stretched slightly, pressing on Bette’s body with her own, gauging how awake or asleep the brunette was by her response. Bette grunted, her hand finding Tina’s near her belly… but it went limp again once it was held. Tina smiled. Gotta love the third trimester, she knew Bette was almost always tired.
God, she thought…must I? Must I get up? I must.
She carefully untangled herself and went into the bathroom so she would be ready to intercept Angie when their three year old woke up. Being Bette’s partner through pregnancy had been a lovely dream, motherhood enhancing Bette’s softer side, honing her drive and ambition to ensuring only the best for her child and unborn baby. She handled the last seven months with her usual grace and dignity, unless something real or imagined threatened her family, then she became a fierce defender of all things Kennard or Porter.