Bette reached down and covered Tinas hand with her own. Yes, we will. After a short pause, Bette added softly, I love you, T. More than youll ever know.

Tina squeezed Bettes hand. I think I do know, babe. Thats why Im here.

The women drove along in silence for approximately an hour, a journey that seemed rather aimless to Tina, who was drifting in and out of sleep. She awoke completely when Bette brought the car to a stop, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Yawning and stretching, Tina asked in confusion, Where are we? Why have we stopped? Is something wrong?

Bette hastened to soothe her wife. Nothing is wrong. I just got a little tired and thought Id better stop for a while. Getting a mischievous look on her face, she continued. And maybe sleep for a few hours.

Tina looked at Bette with one eyebrow raised. Sleep? Seeing the look on Bettes face, she began to catch on. Sleep, huh? And where will you do that?

Almost giddy from having successfully surprised Tina, Bette clapped excitedly turned the car lights back on. Tina began to chuckle when she saw that they were parked in front of a small beach house, isolated from any neighbors or strangers. A little drive up the coast? Something tells me you have been up to your old tricks, Bette Porter.

Moi? Bette responded in feigned innocence. Ill have you know, I didnt have to turn any tricks to arrange this. I have a perfectly respectable job, which pays for weekend getaways with my perfectly respectable wife.

Perfectly respectable, am I? Well see about that. With that challenge, Tina slid out of the car and began walking toward the house. Bette sat dumbfounded for about thirty seconds, before she swore and scrambled to get the luggage shed hidden in the trunk and catch up to Tina. Damn, shes good. And I love that about her.

Setting their weekend bags on the weathered steps, Bette unlocked the cottage door. Welcome to our hideout, T, she said with a flourish. Flipping the light switch, Tina stood just inside the door and took in her surroundings. The cottage had polished wood floors relieved by hand-knotted area rugs. The walls were painted the palest blue, and decorated with black and white photographs of the coast. Moving into the kitchen, Tina smiled at the simple feel of the room. It was a place for relaxing, not entertaining. Without turning to look at Bette, Tina wandered down the hallway toward the single bedroom.

Bette enjoyed watching Tina take in her surroundings, enthralled by everything her wife did. She took the time to observe Tinas body, which was changing every day as her pregnancy advanced. Although Tina worried about looking fat, Bette thought she was more beautiful than ever. With a wolfish grin, Bette resolved to herself to show Tina just how beautiful Bette thought she was, even if it took all weekend. And hopefully it would.

Joining Tina in the bedroom, Bette set down their luggage and smiled at her wife. Tina lay on the bed, fully clothed, obviously losing the fight against sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bette stroked Tinas hair. Cant quite stay awake, babe?

Im sorry. Im just so tired… Tinas voice drifted off as another wave of exhaustion washed over her.

Shh… Its all right, T. You can sleep as much as you want this weekend. Lets just get you out of those clothes first, okay? Bette gently undressed the sleepy blonde, and helped her slip into her pajamas. Once Tina was settled, Bette took care of her own nightly routine. After propping open the French doors that led onto the porch, so they could enjoy the cool ocean breeze, Bette snuggled in behind her wife and slept.