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March, 10th, Los Angeles, Bette Porter’s house, 6 am.
Bette is already in the kitchen making breakfast; she is preparing coffee, fresh juice, and toasts for her and the young girls sleeping upstairs. While mixing eggs, meat and vegetable to put them in the skillet she remembers yesterday, when she was preparing the university meeting and her ex-wife came to pick up Angie…, how beautiful was Tina when she opened the door; even though she has prepared herself for the encounter, she couldn’t avoid the blush on her face, the nervousness when she offered her something to drink and the sensation in her body when her ex touched her wrist while talking at the dining table, she froze, couldn’t glance at those hazel eyes nor even at the pale and skilled hand pressing softly over hers, no, she didn’t want to.
Several weeks ago when Tina came to visit them, due to an Angie’s call, the brunette was amazed and hopeful, in the middle of her desolation for the events surrounding her nomination for Major of Los Angeles, she couldn’t hide her attraction and affection for her. In that opportunity the blonde extended her stay, creating expectations in Bette’s heart, they were three amazing days, Tina was around, talking with Angie and hanging with their friends, until that dinner when she told her that Carrie had proposed and she had accepted, damn, Bette…, what a fool you were thinking that, perhaps, in the middle of all those hard moments there were still hopes for them, for a future together…, Bette couldn’t almost control her tears and disenchantment, no, she would never fall again for those beautiful eyes, that tender voice, those kind words…, how many times Tina told her that she still loves her that they were family, but Bette knew that to love someone doesn’t mean to be in love with that someone; yes they are a family, and they will still be a family, they have a daughter and they had a life together, and all those many things they went through during more than twenty years, most of them living under the same roof.
The voice of her daughter took Bette out of her thoughts.
Angie: “morning, mom”