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Music Is My Savior
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It was bad enough for her workday to be hectic but to know she barely had any peace at home either frustrated the brunette more.
She and Tina had been fighting constantly over the past few months, their biggest one being just the other day. Bette knew she was already skating on thin ice with her wife, missing her anniversary certainly didn’t make things any better.
The brunette continued to scold herself as she turned and headed for the bedroom, hoping that there was some way she could ease things over with her wife who was probably pissed beyond belief.
Bette rounded the corner and saw a light coming from the crack in the door of their bedroom, her heart pounded with every step that took her closer. Suddenly the speech she rehearsed in her driveway didn’t seem good enough and she tried her best to come up with something better as fast as possible, slowing her steps to buy herself some time.
As she stood in front of the door, Bette glanced nervously at her daughter and silently hoped that having Angelica in her arms would give her some kind of leverage on Tina or at the very least to gain some strength. It was bad and she knew it but Bette was desperate at the moment, she knew things weren’t gong to end well.
"T?" Bette cautiously pushed open the bedroom door with her free hand, her eyes immediately finding her wife who was fast asleep on the bed.
Tina was laying on her stomach in what Bette could easily tell was the sexiest black dress she had ever seen. The blonde’s head was facing her and Bette was able to make out the distinct shade of pink around Tina’s eyes and nose. It was obvious that she had been crying.
Fuck, I’m in so much trouble
Bette sighed with what would soon come as she turned her head to look at her daughter who was yawning and distractedly playing with the necklace that hung around her neck. She decided that it would be best for Angelica to go back to her room, Bette had no idea how the night would pan out.
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Oh my God, you’re back!! I almost thought you had forgotten about me lol but I couldn’t have asked to read a better story. It’s so amazing Liah, I loved every page. I literally squealed when I saw 12 pages. I’m really hooked to your stories so I get excited when I see so much of your writing.You’re my hero, thank you so much for writing this story. If I have another song in mind I’ll let you know (: So glad you’re feeling better, gonna go read your other story now lol
So glad you’re back! I have to say, I’ve read all of your stories. Love your style. Love your writing. And this one gave me shivers, tingles, smiles…everything! Thank you for posting!
My god that was heartbreaking! Had to skip to the end to the end to make sure it had a happy ending, which luckily it did :) Love your stories, looking forward to more. Thanks :)
Beautiful story.Thanks so much for posting.
Loved it you are great as always
Thank goodness for second chances… I don’t think Bette will waste hers. This installment put me through the wringer, Liah, but I’m happy to see you back. Thank you! :)
Geez, louise you scared the pants off me. I thought our beautiful girl was gone. So happy she is alright. Is this a shot story, if so I sincerely wish there was more. It was a great story and I would like to see if Bette drops the ball or lives up to her promises. She so often makes big bold promises but when the crisis has passed, so do her promises go by the wayside. Great story. Thanks.
That was simply amazing and I have so missed your writing. Thank you for this story. Loved every word.
Wonderful story, loved it
Soooo glad you are back.Great story,thank you for the happy end.PPS
That was so good and love it
Loved it!!!!!
Wow im speechless…this was heartbreaking and scary for a moment,but im happy it always turn out good for tibette..tomorrow isn’t promise so you gotta live for today
Dear, dear talented author… The more I read your stories, the more I love your so sensitive way to gave so much life and love to our beloved two… But this chapter is truly special, for me, and brang a lot of tears in my eyes… It so deeply touched me, really it did, and I find it truly difficult to explain how much with just words… Thank you a lot for such a magnificent work, I wish you all the best !! Gratefully – A.