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The river water had tendrils of mist hovering over the surface, the air still cool from the night before and the birds and fish just waking up. Even the sun was slow to rise, not strong enough yet to chase away the chill, struggling to get moving and start the day. It was beautiful in the way that only nature can be, quiet as a poem, loud as thunder.
A small ripple could be seen here and there, a splash heard… but the water itself was smooth as glass, and full of promise. Bette had risen early, restless, excited, nervous about the upcoming days. She reveled in the warmth of her fiancé for a few long minutes, kissing Tina’s throat and snuggling in. Breathing Tina in. Lavender and vanilla, the smell of sleep and comfort. In two days she would marry this beautiful woman and her family of four would be complete.
Wanting to use her last remaining days at the river wisely, she carefully untangled her limbs from the blonde’s. Tina did not move; her arms and legs limp and Bette placed her pillow where her body had been as a poor substitute for herself. Still no movement from her Sleeping Beauty.
A soft, lingering kiss on Tina’s neck, right under her ear did get a small response, Tina mumbling something in her sleep and pulling the pillow closer and Bette got a lump in her throat seeing this visual reminder of how greatly she was loved. She adjusted the blankets around the slumbering form, marveling at Tina’s ability to sleep so deeply, her face unworried and her long eyelashes closed against the day.
Closing the door behind her quietly, Bette headed for the dock. She wanted…no, needed… quiet time at the water’s edge. Time to reflect, to wonder, to breathe. She craved this time more and more as their days in the region dwindled down slowly. Her coffee was hot in her mug, her hair long on her shoulders and her baggy sweatshirt warm… as well as smelling like Tina, the perfect combination in her mind.
Her feet, though… they dangled in the water despite it’s chilly temperature. Pink toenails coming in and out of the stillness, her joggers rolled up to her calves. She took a deep breath. The river had an earthy, wise smell about it. It had seen all and been a part of many a story.