When
they first started dating, Bette would spend many agonizing nights alone
thinking of Tina. She knew that she didn’t want to push Tina too hard or too
fast into something with which Tina might not be willing or ready to handle.
Bette let Tina set the pace but all the while trying to win Tina’s affections.
Here Bette was again, almost eight years later, courting Tina and trying to win
back her affections.

Tina
welcomed Bette’s gesture in aiding her out of the Saab. She gently placed her
hand into Bette’s and allowed Bette to help her step up out of the car. Tina
stood upright with her back against the door jam of the car and her lips only inches
from Bette’s. Tina could feel Bette’s warm breath on her skin. Almost
immediately, Tina felt her flesh prickle with goose bumps for the second time
that night. It required all of her effort to not ravage Bette then and there.
Tina suddenly felt her knees weaken and start to buckle beneath her. Bette
noticed and immediately reached out and wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist to
steady her.

Bette:
(With a worried look) Are you okay Tina?

Tina:
Yeah yes, I’m fine. I just You just overwhelm me some times.

Bette:
I’m sorry T. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Tina:
No, I meant that you overwhelm me in a good way. God Bette, you are so
beautiful and amazing that some times it’s more than I can handle.

A
smile drifted across Bette’s face.

Bette:
Tina don’t you think you have the same effect on me?

Tina:
Hmmph Bette, look at me. How could this (pointing to her belly) ever be
considered attractive?

Bette
moved her hands from Tina’s waist over to her pregnant belly and lovingly
caressed it.

Bette:
Tina, you have never been more beautiful. This (referring to Tina’s belly) is
us – our love. How could anything that represents our love not be beautiful –
attractive – *****?

Tina:
Well, I hope you still feel that way when I’m huge, have swollen ankles,
extremely moody and have monster cravings.

Bette:
Hmmm How moody? (Wicked smile)

Tina:
Extremely moody. I am so glad you chose that one instead of asking, “How huge?”

Bette:
C’mon T, give me SOME credit. I don’t need to be in the doghouse already.
Besides, I’d love you no matter how “huge” you get.

Tina:
Oh! So you’re expecting me to get huge (feigning being offended).