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Tina slowly cleaned up after the breakfast they had shared. She knew that she wanted children. She wanted to be married and she wanted those things with Bette. She was now just scared that Bette didn’t want the same.
The White House
The Private Residency of the President
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW,
District Of Columbia
Tina sat with her Mac book on her lap. She was looking at wedding dresses. She was trying to find the perfect one. She’d done a lot today. She’d had a meeting with her accountant. She’d then gone for a long run and had a think about everything. She was scared that she was forcing Bette into something she didn’t want.
Tina closed her Mac book and just sat for a moment. Her mind was racing and she knew she had to calm down.
She got up and looked out of the windows at the White House gardens. She was lost in thought. She didn’t hear Bette come into the apartment.
Bette watched for a few moments.
“Are you okay?” Bette asked,
Tina spun around. She looked at Bette, who looked as good as she id when she left home early that day.
“I don’t know,” Tina said slowly.
“What’s the matter?” Bette slowly moved herself towards a chair, sitting down.
“Am I pushing you into something you don’t want to do?”
“What are you talking about?” Bette was confused.
Tina pushed her hair out of her face,
“I feel like I’m pushing you into marriage and children…”
“Tina…” Bette slowly got up and took Tina into her arms. “I want to marry you, I want a family with you, I want to be with you.”
Tina wrapped her arms around Bette.
“I don’t know what’s wrong. I just get this horrible feeling that I’m pushing you into this all.”
Bette looked deep into her eyes.
“Tina, I love you. I want this.”
“I love you too,”
They kissed softly.
“You’re not forcing me into anything. I promise.”
Bette moved and sat back down, as she couldn’t stand for long.
“I’m sorry,” Tina said slowly.
“You shouldn’t be,” Bette said, “I shouldn’t have let you think that,”
“I just want you to be on the same page as me,”
“I am,” Bette took a deep breath, “Can I be honest with you?”
“Please don’t ask that, you can always be honest with me.” Tina replied. She wanted Bette to be honest with her at all times.
“Victoria never wanted children. She said they would simply get in the way of our hopes and dreams. She repeatedly told me I wasn’t going to be a good mother. She didn’t want to be tied down,” Bette laughed,
“I know I shouldn’t say anything bad about the dead but your late wife was a bitch,”
“When I mentioned a family she would tell me that. Maybe it’s taking a lot for me to come to terms with having a partner who loves me for me and wants to have a family with me. I’m not ungrateful or not wanting this, it’s just hard. I’m sorry…”
Tina walked over and took Bette’s face in her hands and gently kissed her before looking deep into her brown eyes.
“I love you, I want what’s best for you.” Tina whispered against Bette’s lips.
Bette smiled. She’d never had anyone care about her the way Tina did. She felt loved.
“I want it all,” Bette said softly.
Tina saw the truth in Bette’s eyes. She smiled softly.
Bette pulled her into her, holding her woman. Tina had changed her life, she’d never felt this happy, this loved and the last thing she wanted was to lose this.