~Life’s Lessons – Chapter One~

“He should have been home already.” Tina told her wife. Bette groaned and sat up. She looked at the clock and sighed.

“Tee, he’s only five minutes late. Just lie down and try to sleep. He’s 18; he can take care of himself.” Bette said and lay back down. Tina glared at her closed eyed wife.

“He is only 18. He is still a baby.” Tina protested. Bette sighed.

“He is probably saying goodbye to his girlfriend, which takes time, just calm down okay? There are people who want to sleep.” Bette said.

Inwardly, she rolled her eyes. Every time one of their kids was out with friends or their boy/girlfriend, this happened. Tina just couldn’t calm down, she was always so worried.

Now, it was their son Cyrus, who was out with his girlfriend, Debbie and some friends. Cyrus was a good boy. He never came home late. Yes, sometimes five or ten minutes but he always had a good reason.

Their oldest daughter, Selena, was another story. She was 17 and didn’t care for rules… at all. That got her into trouble, off course. She never came home on time, she drank and smoked, which made Tina and Bette crazy. They had tried everything: house arrest, no allowance, even kicking her out of the house for a few days… Selena didn’t care. She sneaked out of the house, stole or lend money or slept on the couch of her best friend. She had agreed to stop smoking in the house, which was an accomplishment. They didn’t know what they did wrong with Selena because Cyrus and their youngest child, Esther, who was 16, were almost model children. They didn’t do any of the stuff Selena did. They had tried to talk to their middle child but she shut herself off from anyone but her best friend: Victoria.

Esther was a silent girl. Just like her brown-haired mother, she was passionate by art. The only difference was, she wasn’t interested in showing art. She wanted to be an artist. She loved to draw. Her drawings were always of people. Groups of people, one woman, one man, young, old… it didn’t matter who they were, they just had to be people although she did prefer to draw old women. She had explained to Bette that she found that it seemed like every wrinkle stood for a memory that woman owned. She wished she knew every one of them.   

Just when Tina was about to reply, they heard the door opening and footsteps in the living room.

“See, he is home. Now, can we please sleep?” Bette asked.

Tina sighed with a relieved smile on her face and lay down. She looked to the side where her wife of 24 years was sleeping and spooned her from behind.

“I love you.” Tina whispered in Bette’s ear. Bette grinned and pressed herself a little closer to Tina.

“Love you to, baby.” Bette whispered back. That is how they fell asleep.

Notes: Yes, I know this has been done before but I just wanted to do this my way. I don’t know if you liked it or not but I would like to know: Do you want me to continue?