“What?” She asked simply, quietly, her fingers still delicately holding Shane’s head, forcing her gaze, needing her to look at her. Shane huffed and gave in.

“I just- I’m so different, in little way’s lately. Because of you,” She added in case Carmen wasn’t aware that’s what she had meant. “I like the differences and changes I’m just well I guess now that I’ve realized them- I’m scared,” she whispered. Her forehead was pressing against Carmen’s and her eyes fluttered close, trying to calm herself by zoning in on certain things. The squeak of the swing as it began to move forward. Back- squeak, forward, back- squeak and on and on. The steady and comforting sound of Carmen’s warm breath. The tiny hair’s that same breath stirred as it hit Shane’s face. The sticky way their foreheads stuck in the heat. The amazing tingling feeling she got when Carmen straddled her like that. The way her hands had a mind of their own and moved to stroke her bum, instantly feeling at home. She sighed into Carmen’s beautiful face lightly, holding her breath again and waiting.

“Baby, I love you. Those changes are nothing to me. But everything at the same time,” She let her words sink in and Shane was moved by the levity of them, but also the impact they had on her. “Your still you, my beautiful, smart, mysterious, but most importantly, sweet- Shane. I love you Shane. You can’t possibly imagine how much, and our love, one this strong is bound to change things. I’ve changed to. Since we admitted our feelings to each other that night the night Ange was born, I’ve been happier, and felt freer and less stressed and so- so protected. You make me feel those things, no one else. You do that to me. So yeah, we’re changing, but I happen to like it,” Carmen said all this in a breathless whisper. Shane let out the breath she had been holding but after that they where quiet, swinging back and forth, back and forth. The only movement other then Shane’s ankles propelling them was her hands gently caressing and massaging Carmen’s amazing *****. The only sound, the squeak of the swing and hush of their breaths. Till she spoke.