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Something so right – chapter 57
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“Sorry “ she said
“What for ?”
“For still being impossible “
“You aren’t impossible – when we got back from Virginia then yeah – you were hard work but its understandable – Thanksgiving wasn’t what either of us expected to be “
“You thought it was going to be The Walton’s “
“I don’t know what I expected “
“Not what you found “
“Safe to say that – its wasn’t what you expected either “
Tina picked up a carton of milk and placed it into the trolley
“I need to get over myself – I do know that “
“Most of the time you are doing fine – come on – lets not waste the whole night her. Lets get the shopping done – pick up some beer and wine and go home via the video shop “
Tina smiled “I think we need to come to an agreement that we take turns to do the main shop “
Bette laughed “But its sooo much fun to spend time with you “
Tina raised an eyebrow
“This isn’t quality time “
“If its with you then its quality time “ Bette said with a look on her face that showed her amusement at her own words.
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After getting the shopping they drove to the nearer mall to their apartment to get some videos for the evening.
“You know what we forgot ?”
“What – the kitchen sink ?” Bette said as she got out of the car
“Funny – I wanted a newspaper “
“Why ?”
“There is an article about someone who used to work for us – he was mugged a few months ago and he quit a few weeks later. He went off the rails big style. I’ll go and buy a paper and met you in the video store “
“So I get to pay the fine ?”
“Bette – its only a few dollars “
Bette laughed and reached into the car for the bag containing the films they were returning
“I know that – go on – see you in a few minutes “
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Where can I find a bloke to push my trolley or sell me an A4 envelope? England maybe? Ally, I’m having difficulty believing that Bette Porter gets insecure around her exes when she’s the one who gave them the boot and not the other way around. Well, OK, inability to remember names might be troubling.
That was a great one AllyE, and Tina really needs the perking up by her one and only. Post when you can.
awesome as usual ally! :)PPS
I can feel the love all the way out here in the Southeast Ally. Always looking for updates on this one
Very nice Ally, thank you for posting.Have a wonderful day
Thank you Ally, Just Amazing!!!
That was wonderful and can’t wait to see their first Christmas get away. Please post more, thanks!
Hey AllyE, Just living the Bette and Tina loving here. You mange to show all sides of this relationship, The past, the presentat and the future that Bette and Tina are planning to share. Yes, Tina has to sort out her relationship with her mother but Bette has the specter of all her past one-night stands to face. How is the best way to move forward? Together… and that’s what these gals are. Can’t wait to find out move of their romantic seasonal getaway. Log fires and plenty of alone time. Perfect. Thank you so much for every magical word you write. Your Loyal Fan.
Sounds like it will be a nice Christmas. I hope Tina can put her parents’ relationship mess behind her and enjoy what she has with Bette. Thanks for posting!
sweet story, thank u and more soon plz.
Wonderful update Ally. This story is amazing. I can’t wait for their Christmas trip.
It’s good to see Tina working to get over and come to terms with her parents relationship. She needs to continue in this sted because as the oldest, she can help Willow and Finn deal with their feelings as the began to cope with the same issue. At the end of the day, they MUST realize that they where raise and provided for by two loving parents and THAT should be the most important thing to them. I hope that Bette reveals to Tina that this will be her first Christmas that she shares with someone. PPS :o).