“I’m not scared of you Bette,” Tina said softly caressing one Bette’s rising cheeks. “ I can do a million and one things Bette, I can command attention in any room, I can get people to fall for my Southern charm, I can help a single mother get back on her feet and back to what she knows best, I can dismantle a carburetor blindfolded.” Tina finished in a rush and felt the blood rush through her as she spoke freely “But I’m scared of loving you. I know it sounds unbelievably insecure but its a lot of overwhelming questions that are overshadowing what I feel for you. I just don’t know if I remember how to love the right way?”

That statement in itself took Bette by surprise, out of everything that could’ve come from Tina that was what she least expected. “T, Sweetheart, I’m not sure if that’s something I can help you with. As much as I’d like to give an answer with all certainty to every question that holds you, I can’t. But I have enough faith in you and your heart to know that you’ll find it eventually. The only thing I can promise is that I’ll be right here when you do.”

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“Bette? Bette? Butterfly? Yo Beavis?!” Tina said thumping Bette’s forehead with her middle finger.

“I know you did not just…” Bette asked as the name registered in her mind and made her smile a little as she tried to contain her laughter.

“I surely did. Where were you?”

“I was just thinking about you,” Bette smiled and Tina smiled as well thinking about the sweetness in which Bette let the words fall from her lips. “And that one time you came home so drunk that I drew tits all over your face.”

“You little shit!” Tina said tackling Bette before she got far enough away from her grasp. They soon fell back down onto the pillows and into fits of laughter. They both laid there for a while both staring at the ceiling. Bette was starting to feel comfortable enough around Tina again to let her hand fall into hers and not feel like she should ask for permission.