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Bette pulled into the driveway behind Tina’s car. She was earlier than normal but wanted to start being early as part of her routine on Fridays, wanting to be available for Tina as the pregnancy advanced. Taking a minute, she rested both hands on her steering wheel to take a deep breath.
The outside of their house looked calm, serene, welcoming. The landscaping was perfectly done, mulch where it belonged, flowers blooming, front porch swept and tidy. There was a delivery of something by the front steps, looked like Amazon and was probably baby related. Neither one of them could resist the tempting baby books and prenatal guides or infant clothes.
It was on her mind all day, she felt like she was in another universe… like she was watching this other Bette Porter with this incredible life and amazing girlfriend and a… baby on the way. Jesus.
She reached for the bouquet of flowers she bought for Tina, roses of course, and made her way inside through the front door, juggling the package as well. Definitely books. Setting it down on the table by the door, she went looking for her girlfriend. Suddenly she needed Tina, needed to feel the blonde’s energy, to know they could totally do this.
The house was quiet but peaceful, soft piano music playing on the overhead speakers and the smell of something wonderful cooking in the kitchen. This was what she loved about coming home. Ever since Tina moved in, the house was a true home. She glanced in the kitchen, but it was empty… as was the bedroom. Kicking off her shoes with a sigh, she hung up her suit jacket and caught a glimpse of Tina in the backyard through the patio doors, watering her flower garden. Of course. She should have guessed her girlfriend would be out there this time of day.
There was nothing outwardly different about Tina. She was wearing the same joggers she usually put on at the end of a long week, Bette’s Yale t-shirt covering the small frame, her feet bare. The water from the hose arched in the air, catching the remaining sunlight and Tina put her hand on her belly, over the baby, a small smile on her face.