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Morning had arrived.
The light outside the window soft, filtered through the mist that still hung in the air, cool nighttime weather giving way to the stronger rays of the waking sun. The birds were starting to sing and there were some sounds coming from the kitchen as Rosie and Yaya shared their morning oatmeal and fruit.
Tina stirred first, her bladder announcing itself before her eyes could even open, but she really didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to ever ever move. Bette’s body was so soft and warm and lovely next to her, heaven really. She listened to the sounds coming from outside, to the light breathing of her beloved, to Rosie chattering away to Yaya. But her bladder was not to be ignored, and Yaya had warned her that this was to be the hallmark of the rest of her pregnancy.
She played with the nearby curls for a moment, soft, silky, smiling softly at Bette, who looked so content there with her eyes closed and her face relaxed, her cheeks a little pink from the warmth of their bed. Pulling away, Bette opened one eye to protest.
“Stay Tee…” came her deep voice, husky, suggestive.
Tina leaned over to kiss her on the corner of her mouth, lingering on the soft cheek, the smell of lavender filling her nose delightfully. “Nature calls, Babe. I will be back right…”
After using the toilet, she washed her hands in the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and her face puffy from sleep. Her boobs hurt, aching from either the position she slept in or just another fun second trimester side effect.
She panicked a little, was it possible she was actually bigger? She felt like she grew over night, her hands going to her breasts and waist to see if she was right. She was, or at least it felt that way. Dammit.