Bette came home early today and she saw her beautiful woman sleeping on the couch with papers lying on her stomach. Bette stepped out of her shoes and placed her briefcase on the floor before she walked to Tina and took the papers to lay them on the table before she leaned down and placed a the gentlest kiss on Tina’s lips. The blonde-haired woman didn’t wake up but mumbled something that sounded like Bette. Bette giggled and kissed Tina again, this woke the blonde.

“Hello, sweetie.” Bette told her love. Tina smiled and rubbed in her eyes, which looked amazingly cute.

“Hey, babe.” She said while doing that. Bette smiled and kissed her love on the brow. “You are early.” Tina commented.

“I just wanted to be with you…” Bette said sweetly. Tina sat up and sighed.

“That’s so sweet… Oh, my neck is killing me.” Tina said, rubbing her neck.

“Move a little.” Bette told Tina. Tina moved and Bette got behind her and began massaging her lover’s neck. Tina moaned and Bette bit her lip preventing a groan escaping. She loved to hear Tina moan.

“Your hands are so great, babe…” Tina said in a low voice, this felt so good. Bette began kissing one shoulder of the blonde and Tina giggled. “Your lips to.” She said, Bette could almost see the smirk on her girl’s face.

“You are bad, you know?” Bette said.

“Oh, you love it.” Tina told Bette.

“No, I love YOU.” Bette clarified.

“I love you to babe.” Tina ‘admitted’. Bette stood back up, sat down on the other side and faced Tina.

“I was thinking about our kids’ surnames. What are we going to pick?” Bette asked.

“I think Porter-Kennard or Kennard-Porter is too long. What about Portard or Kenter?” Tina asked.

“Nah sounds weird… what about… Kenner? Kenn from Kennard and –er from Porter.” Bette said.

“Kyra Kenner, Tyler Jay Kenner, Jules Kenner and Wyatt Kenner… It sounds good.” Tina said. Bette smiled and said: “I can’t make dinner can I?” She asked. Tina gave her a look that said ‘Do-I-Look-Like-I-Want-Food-Poisoning?’ Then they both giggled, Tina kissed Bette before walking to the kitchen. Bette looked at her love, wondering: ‘How did I get so damn lucky?’

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