“Come on Shane, I’ll drive you home,” Jenny started taking Shane’s hand. Shane snapped her hand back as quick as her condition would allow.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m just hanging out,” Shane insisted.

“Come on, Shane,” Jenny persisted trying for Shane’s arm a little more persistantly.

“I said no,” Shane protested once again snapping her hand away. The girls on either side of Shane were now enjoying her arms encompassing their shoulders. “I’m having a good time,” she managed to get out in laboured breathing. Shane started to sway.

“Shane? Are you ok?” asked one of the girls she was leaning on. Shane couldn’t answer and soon fell on the floor next to Jenny’s feet.

Bette peered aorund the corner as she watched Tina put the baby down in her crib. She heard Tina sing a quiet lullaby ending oddly with “and know you’re finally asleep.” Bette chuckled as Tina turned around with a jump. She grinned and looked down at the baby. “She’s perfect,” she whispered as Bette wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist. Bette watched Angelica’s little cocoa hands curl up as she stretched in her sleep.

“Yes she is,” Bette agreed and kissed Tina on the cheek. The two of them crept out of the nursery and closed the door behind them softly. Tina stopped Bette in the hall and kissed her gingerly. Bette held her and returned her embrace. “I’m so happy today,” Bette whispered and Tina took Bette’s hand into hers and led her towards their bedroom. Tina sat Bette on the bed and started to undress much to Bette’s pleasure. “And it keeps getting better..” she whispered as Tina placed her naked top near Bette. Bette began kissing her skin taking her hands over her back, caressing the curve she found there. Tina placed her hands over Bette’s shoulders and kissed her forehead gently as she felt Bette’s hands undressing her lower half. Tina started to undo the buttons to the white collared shirt Bette was so accustomed to wearing under her black pinstripe powersuit. She fumbled with the silk as she felt it slip through her fingers.

Tina lowered her head and met Bette’s lips as they toppled onto each other pressing against the comforter of their bed. Their lips barely seperating for a moment’s breath, their hands searching for crevases on their surfaces. Tina had found her way past Bette’s bra when a cry was heard from the baby monitor on the bed side table.