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“Babe? Bette? Babe? Where… oh, there you are. I can’t get the breast pump to work and I left the other one at work. I’ll have to nurse before we can go… is that ok? What are you doing?”
Bette’s head popped out from Rosie’s closet, her curls obscuring one eye. “What? Oh, sure. Of course, Honey. If I don’t find that fishing box thingie we aren’t going anywhere anyway…”
“The tackle box? I took it over to Boo’s last night. She was going to add some live worms and I knew you wouldn’t want them in this house. Remember last time Rosie opened the container of bait in her closet?”
Bette stood, chuckling. “I still shake my shoes out before I put them on…”
“Rest in peace, Butter and Twinkle Worm. Rest in peace…” Tina pretended to swoon, Bette there to catch her, holding her close. Close enough to kiss on the lips, then one for Angie who pulled on her curls.
“Take your time, Tee. I’ll pack the coolers and load the car. Any chance you have a bikini on under that shirt?”
“Yes, Honey. You reminded me enough times last night. The green one, right?”
“I don’t care which one you wear as long as you wear one. All that talk about a one piece sent me into a panic.” Another kiss, longer, deeper, ending in an appreciative moan.
“You keep kissing me like that and I may send the girls on ahead with Boo…”
“Family day, Honey Bun. We all go together because The Kennard Porter girls… we fish. And one of us ogles hot Mama Tee in her tiny suit.”
Tina blushed, cocking her head to the side in a stop-don’t-stop kind of way. “Don’t forget the smaller cooler with the bottles for Angie…”
“Never, Tee. What else?”
“You. Bring your sexy today, Bette Porter…”
A third kiss, noisy, wet, probing. Taking too long for Angie, who fussed, wondering what in the world was taking her mother so long to feed her.
“Boobie calls…” Bette teased, kissing Tina’s nose and Angie’s head, even the close proximity of her other mother’s curls not enough a distraction once she had milk on her mind.
Outside, Bette wheeled two coolers to the car, placing them next to a smaller bag, Rosie right behind her. “Put your fishing stick there, Ro…”