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The flight from New York to L.A. is filled to capacity and Tina once again moves around in her seat. She then throws a polite smile towards the stranger sitting to her left.
The elderly man smiles slickly and tips his hat.
Man: It’s alright dear, I don’t mind sharing the armrest with a beautiful lady.
Tina once again smiles graciously before turning to the redhead with a short Pixi cut sitting on her right.
Tina: Why did we decide to fly coach again?
Carrie chuckles as she turns and looks at Tina.
Carrie: Because first class was full, and we didn’t wanna wait to take the redeye?
Tina sighs and groans.
Tina: Right…. just have to look at the bigger picture. Coach equals getting to see Angie sooner and telling her our good news.
Carrie smiles brightly.
She then thinks for a second before she runs her hand through her short hair.
Carrie: You sure she’s gonna be okay with it though? I have to admit I’m a little nervous.
Tina looks on as Carrie takes a nervous breath.
Tina: Hey, it’s gonna be fine. I’m a little nervous too but not because I think she has an issue with you. It’s just she’s gone through so many changes over the past few years.
Carrie: She has, she’s an awesome kid though. Strong, smart. You guys have done a great job with her.
Tina smiles proudly.
Tina: She is pretty amazing.
Carrie: She can handle anything that comes her way……and she’s ferociously protective of her Mama B…. hence my nervousness.
Tina smiles fondly as she thinks about Bette and Angie’s relationship.
Tina: She is, but she also wants both of her parents happy and she knows that you make me happy……
Carrie smiles lovingly at Tina.
Carrie: I love you
Tina: I love you too…
They both lean in for a loving kiss….
Shane and Alice are sitting at the kitchen table as Bette cooks and Dani talks shop about the campaign.
Dani: We’re only a week out, those fucking negative campaign ads took us down a notch but we’re not out……just stay low key until election night and we’ll be fine, I think.
Bette keeps chopping her vegies as she glances up.