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Tina watched from the kitchen window over the sink as Bette did yoga by the pool. Packing the last of the kitchen supplies, she already had the boxes sealed and ready to be loaded when the moving truck came in the morning. Outside, Rosie mirrored Bette’s movements as best she could, her own little yoga mat next to her MaBee’s, although she tended to use both.
She’s like a butterfly going from one flower to the next, Bette once said, and today there was no better description. Back and forth she went, sometimes getting the pose right and other times content to sit and watch, Bette’s voice low as they talked.
Tina knew the routine, she often joined as well, but today she took minute to watch her wife as Bette did the last of her poses, her body lean and long and utter perfection. Ever graceful, always elegant. Rosie stood in the middle of her own mat, copying Bette, very good at imitating her MaBee and it was endlessly amusing to Tina to watch the two of them together.
Peeking out from under the brunette’s tank top was the tiniest of baby bumps, for Bette was a little over three months pregnant and just now beginning to show. Tina couldn’t get enough of her, she found Bette endlessly addictive in the new curves and softness. There was something endearingly vulnerable about Bette Porter, it was like she was finally coming into everything she always wanted to be. A loving wife, a doting mother, a respected business owner and leader in her field.
Chuckling at Rosie peering under Bette’s curls to look at her Mama as Bette stretched, a large smile from the brunette telling Tina that Bette was enjoying the morning with her red headed daughter and indeed, she picked her up for kisses and a twirl, holding her close. Their laughter mingled and floated Tina’s way, and she swore Rosie sounded just like Bette.
They appeared to be dancing, yoga forgotten, as Bette held one of Rosie’s hands out wide, graceful as a ballerina as they waltzed around the garden. Bette was singing something, one of Kit’s new songs Tina recognized, and Rosie knew some of the words, off tune but in sync. When they reached the flowers, Bette held her daughter over each bloom so she could breathe deeply, inhaling their scent. Rosie loved it, laughing her big belly laugh that Tina could clearly hear from the kitchen and she smiled at the sight fondly.