Chapter 15


Angelica sat at the kitchen table rolling her eyes at the sight in front of her as it unraveled.

“I can’t believe you had to call Aunt Alice to help make breakfast.”

“I could have fed you coffee like I have every morning and called it a day,” Shane said as she fished out partial egg shells that had fallen in the French toast batter.

“Besides,” Alice said laughing, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Where is Tina anyway?”

Shane just shook her head to indicate to Alice that Tina’s whereabouts weren’t up for conversation given the current audience.

“God Shane you’re massacring the batter with your nasty fingers all in there!”

“Anytime you want to take over because you can do it better Al be my guest.”

“Oh no,” Alice said shaking her head. “Since The Planet opened I’ve never made my own breakfast and the deal was I was responsible for the eggs, not cooking them.”

Shane dunked the first slice of bread into the batter and turned to look at Angelica sitting at the table.

“How many pieces you want PJ?”

“I think I want my mom’s to be honest,” Angelica said quietly with a look of dread crossing her face as she saw the bread dipping with batter and partial egg shells.

Alice walked over to where Shane stood, dipping another piece of bread and placing it on the griddle. She dreaded the flipping of the bread knowing it would be harder then dunking and she was barely doing that well.

“Where is her mother?”

“Bette’s,” Shane said quietly.

“All night?” Alice got louder.

“Shut it Al, this is why they don’t call you to sit.”

“Well that and you live closer so don’t act like it’s all because of my reporter’s keen sense of sniffing out a story.”

“Please,” Shane said rolling her eyes. She flipped the first piece of French toast, smiling at her accomplishment as if it were the biggest challenge she would have to face in her remaining years alive. “Damn I’m good.”

“Wow, is that all it takes to boost your confidence?”

“As a matter of fact yes and not even you are going to piss on my accomplishment my friend.”

Angelica laughed at her Aunt Shane, concentrating so hard on flipping her French toast when her mother typically read the paper while making it.

“When is my mom coming home?”

“I’m not sure PJ,” Shane answered as she stuck her tongue out in concentration at flipping another piece of Angie’s breakfast.

“We can always call and ask,” Alice said in a leading tone.

“No we cannot. She said she’d be very busy with the crisis and call as soon as she can.”

Shane nudged Alice hard with her elbow to make her point clear, they would not be calling Tina to disturb whatever she was doing at Bette’s house early in the morning.




Tina slipped out of the covers quietly, knowing that Bette needed her rest and not wanting to disturb her. She slipped Bette’s jeans on and coupled it with her t-shirt. Bette’s clothes were the closest to her and she didn’t have the energy to search out her own. In bare feet, Tina scurried through the house and into the kitchen where the sunlight was handling the responsibility of lighting the area by streaming through the window.

She looked at the table and then the papers that were scattered on the floor in various part of the kitchen. She smiled as she remembered the vivid details of the night before. She picked the chair up that had been laying on it’s side since late last night.

Tina walked to the cupboard where Bette kept her mugs and grabbed one in each hand placing them on the countertop in front of her. She reached out and opened another cupboard to get the instant coffee packets Bette had and stopped midway. It was as if time had reversed itself. Her hand stilled on the cupboard door as she stared at it, wondering what the morning discussion would bring between her and Bette given last night’s activities.

She let her fingers travel over the expensive cupboard door wondering how many times Kristen had done the very action she was doing, making coffee for her and Bette. She looked at the stove, knowing that she had made many more meals for her and Bette when they were together in the house, but feeling the pain of jealousy deep within her at something so simple as someone else cooking for Bette. It showed their desire to take care of her ex-wife, Tina still felt it was “her” job to do that.

Tina bit her lips slightly, a sign that she was deep in thought. So much so that she hadn’t heard Bette enter into the kitchen. She was leaning against the door jam watching as each emotion clouded over Tina’s face. Bette was dressed in a robe, nothing underneath, but had it tightly tied around her body. In the light of day, the kitchen looked dramatically different as her eyes surveyed the papers that she had discarded in the heat of the moment.

“Regrets?” Bette asked to break into Tina’s thoughts.

“About?” Tina asked as she turned toward Bette and smiled.

“Do you have to ask?”

“Did you?”

“I need to know,” Bette admitted.

“No,” Tina said as she walked up to Bette and rubbed her fingers over Bette’s arms under the sleeves of the robe. “I don’t regret last night.”

“Then explain the look on your face when I walked in.”

“I regret losing all these years.”

“Ah,” Bette said not knowing what else to say.

“I was thinking of how many times Kristen did exactly what I was about to do.”

“Which was?”

“Make you coffee.”

“Hardly ever,” Bette said with a smile. “I’ve always been partial to Planet coffee.”

“Must you mock everything?”

“I’m sorry,” Bette said as she took Tina in her arms and rubbed her back. “I don’t mean to mock but it’s the truth. She sucked at cooking, or even making coffee, and when you’ve had the most wonderful cook and coffee maker in the world nothing else compares.”

“Ah, flattery will get you exactly one cup of coffee, no more no less.”

“Maybe I need to work harder,” Bette said with a smile. “I was hoping for eggs.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be cooking and making coffee? I am the guest after all.”

“You are never a guest here and I think you know that,” Bette answered as she arched her brow in Tina’s direction.

Her response was met with silence as Tina busied herself gathering what she needed to make them eggs and coffee for breakfast.

“We could just go out,” she said to try to break the silence.

“We could, but something tells me that would invite a lot of questions from a lot of people.”

“True,” Tina said cautiously. “What are we going to say?”

“Well let’s start with the obvious question I should have asked last night. Where is Angie?”

“Shane’s house.”

“Thank God she’s not with Alice,” Bette said laughing.

“I know better then that.”

Bette handed Tina eggs from the refrigerator in an effort to help her cook breakfast. Tina smiled as she took them from her and that caused Bette to break out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking that the last time we did this we had ultrasound sex.”

“But we’re not pregnant right now, so no ultrasound sex.”

“Well, we can make new memories can’t we?” Bette walked up to Tina slowly. The half-cocked smile on her face as she allowed her hands to travel to the knot in the tie around her waist. She slowly tugged at it, allowing the robe to gape open and reveal her naked body underneath.

“We certainly can,” Tina said just above a whisper as her eyes made their journey over Bette’s body.





“My French toast is crunchy,” Angelica said as she held up a syrup soaked piece.

“Put more syrup on it,” Alice said as she picked shells out of her own pieces.

“Can’t we go out?”

“No,” Shane said in a hurt tone. “I slaved over this for you both and we’re going to eat it.”

Shane sat down and cut a piece of her’s off, putting it in her mouth.

“Sweet Jesus that’s bad,” Shane said as she struggled to swallow the piece that was crunching in her mouth. “Yes we can go out to answer your earlier question.”

“It’s the thought that counts Aunt Shane,” Angelica said to try to make Shane feel better about her failed attempt at breakfast.

“I suppose,” Shane said as she got up and cleared the dishes.

Angelica and Alice smiled at one another trying to keep their laughter hidden from Shane.

“Now that you’re both here,” Angelica said hesitantly. “Can I ask you both something?”

“Will it get us in trouble?” Alice asked.

“Maybe.”

“Then yes you may ask me anything you’d like,” Alice said smiling at Angelica.

“Am I wrong to want my mom’s to be together?”

Alice looked at Shane waiting for her to answer the question before she gave her opinion on the matter.

“What?” Shane said in Alice’s direction.

“You go first Yoda.”

“Why do I always have to go first?”

“You’re wise beyond your years, that’s why.”

Shane took a deep breath and made her way back to the kitchen table. She turned the chair around and straddled it while she thought of her answer. She leaned her chin on the back of it to rest while she chose her words wisely.

“I don’t think you’re wrong to want your mom’s back together because I think that’s normal. You want a family that mirrors your friends. You’re at that age where those things are important to you.”

“They are,” Angelica agreed.

“I know they are, but to your moms there are other important things too.”

“Such as?”

“Such as their own happiness, your well-being, every choice your moms make has everything to do with you and less about them then you think. That’s being a good parent.”

“But they love each other.”

“Yes they do, and I believe in that love Angie. But sometimes love isn’t always enough. We’d all like to believe that it can conquer all, but what if that love wasn’t good for you?”

“You lost me,” Angelica said as she folded her arms in anticipation of an answer she wasn’t going to like.

“I was here Angie when things began to fall apart and frankly, I think that all of us put a lot of extra pressure on them. We saw them as this perfect couple, so when they argued or things didn’t go their way, they had to not only face each other but us too. I want both your moms to be happy, if that’s together then I support it 100%. If it isn’t, then I support them having other relationships as long as they keep their friendship. They’ve come a long way in parenting you, you just don’t see that. I know it’s hard to feel like you’re different because your life doesn’t mirror your friends, but you’ve got an excellent life.”

Shane reached over and wiped a tear off of Angelica’s cheek.

“You’ve got two moms that love you with everything they are. That has to be the most important thing right now. If love grows between them, I’m happy. But, putting pressure on them to get back into a relationship isn’t going to help.”

“I think they can’t see how much they mean to each other.”

“You would Alice.”

“I do, I’ve had conversations with both and there’s one thing missing to make it work.”

“What’s that?” Angelica asked excited.

“Communication.”

“Oh,” Angelica felt the wind come out of her sails. “Mama B sucks at that.”

Alice broke out laughing as did Shane.

“She’s getting better, give her time.”

“What do I do in the meantime?”

“Nothing,” Shane said.

“My opinion?” Alice said at the same time.

“Yes Aunt Alice, your opinion,” Angelica said ignoring Shane’s advice.

“Exactly what you’re doing. Get them to see the good memories and spend time together.”

“Kristen’s there though,” Angelica said sadly.

“She’s not the problem, your moms are. Kristen doesn’t keep them apart, they keep them apart and that’s where you start. Forget about Kristen, if it were meant to be with her and Mama B it would.”

Shane just shook her head in anger at Alice’s opinion sharing tactics.




Tina pushed Bette’s robe past her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground at their feet. Bette fingered the material of her t-shirt as she smiled at Tina and the image of her wearing her clothes was something Bette found extremely arousing. She licked her lips and gently brushed her lips over Tina’s. Tina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Bette’s fingers on the button of the jeans she bothered.

“These might be my new lucky pair of jeans,” Bette said smiling seductively.

“I don’t think it has anything to do with the jeans Babe,” Tina said in a husky voice.

Bette got extremely close to Tina, her lips mere inches apart from Tina’s, and she spoke quietly.

“I want you up on that countertop, right now, please.”

Tina grabbed Bette’s hands and put them on the zipper of the jeans. She felt Bette take the hint and slide the zipper down as far as it would go. Tina hooked her own fingers through the belt loops and yanked downward so the jeans would slide off her body.

She kicked them off quickly with the help of Bette offering her hand to steady her during the process. Tina didn’t let go of Bette’s hand when her task was accomplished, rather she used it to lead her to the countertop where Tina planned on sitting.

It took little effort for Tina to get up on the countertop and she spread her legs in the process, offering herself to a naked Bette. Tina licked her lips in response to the groan Bette made as her eyes feasted on Tina’s center.

Tina was wet, her arousal completely evident to Bette’s eyes. Tina used her own index finger and lightly touched herself, wetting her finger and bringing it to Bette’s mouth. Bette opened her mouth and moaned at tasting Tina. She was struggling to gain control of her emotions, her desire raging through her.

Bette placed Tina’s right thigh over her shoulder as she got closer to her center. She kissed the inside of her thigh, this time, not being as gentle as she was the previous night. She nipped at the skin there, leaving a mark on Tina’s creamy skin.

She licked her way up, going back to blow cool air at the trail her tongue made. Tina’s skin puckered with goose bumps quickly and she allowed her head to rest back against the cupboard in ecstasy.

Bette used her fingers to trace the sensitive spot on Tina’s legs that she knew drove Tina crazy. It was at the juncture where her leg met her groin area and she tickled the skin lightly there causing Tina’s heart to race in anticipation.

Tina bit down on her lower lip enjoying the sensation Bette was creating. She tangled her fingers in Bette’s hair as Bette’s head made it’s descent down to Tina’s center. She knew better then to hurry Bette by pulling her closer, she allowed Bette to set the pace knowing she wouldn’t be disappointed.

Bette slowly parted Tina’s lips with her fingers, keeping them open as her tongue darted out and lightly licked Tina’s clit. Tina’s fingers clenched into Bette’s scalp as she let out a loud moan, needing more contact, but knowing Bette wanted to take her time. A luxury they didn’t have last night due to the sexual needs both women had.

Bette applied more pressure with her tongue, circling the tip of Tina’s clit and allowing her nose to touch Tina’s pubic area anywhere it could for extra stimulation.

When Bette inserted her tongue slowly into Tina, she felt an immediate tightening of her muscles and heard Tina moan loudly. Bette knew Tina was dangerously close to the edge, but Bette wasn’t willing to allow her to cascade over it just yet.

Bette withdrew her tongue and flattened it against Tina’s clit, licking her up and down, setting a pace faster then it was before. The blood hammered in Tina’s ears, she felt herself beginning to climax but fought it with everything she had, needing this love making session to be as long as possible. The closeness she felt with Bette, it was as if her life had been given back to her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed not only these moments, but the other ones in between. The simple act of making her coffee, holding her at night, or sharing a pair of jeans were all things that she had once taken for granted and now they seemed like the most amazing things after she had lived without them for some time.

Tina felt her thighs clamp around Bette’s head as Bette licked harder, faster, sucking her clit into her warm mouth ravishing it. Tina’s swollen nub was extremely sensitive, she pulled on Bette’s head to still her for a moment.

Bette looked up, seeing Tina’s desire etched on her face as it clenched in need.

“Let it go Baby, it will feel so good.”

Tina forced her thighs to loosen their grip on Bette’s head as she moved in once more. Seconds after she began to suck on Tina’s very swollen clit, Tina exploded into an orgasm.

“Oh my God Bette!”

She held onto Bette’s hair with a tight grip. Her head flung back once more hitting the cupboard behind her. Neither woman noticed as Bette worked to drag every last bit of her orgasm out.

Bette quickly licked Tina’s thigh when her orgasm subsided, cleaning her up, tasting what she had craved for so many years and forced herself to live without. She looked up at Tina once she had worshipped both thighs, licking them both thoroughly clean.

“That was…” Tina’s voice trailed off as words failed her to describe her orgasm.

“Fucking amazing?” Bette asked with a smile on her face, using a simple choice of words that Tina teased her about the previous night.

“Fucking amazing,” Tina leaned forward and brushed her lips against Bette’s with a smile on her face.