It was the night before Christmas Eve and Bette could finally see how wonderful being surrounded by laughter and joy. Angelica was talking with Peggy, telling her stories about dragons and princesses and the brunette couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the sight. And she understood now; she wasn’t falling in love with her mother only, but with her as well. She felt two eyes on her and she turned to face Tina, who was looking at her with so much love in her eyes. The two women exchanged two loving smiles and silently thanked God for making them meet each other.

            In the bedroom, that night there was something new; the feeling of awkwardness was replaced by a sense of peace and warmth. Even though it was a routine and they were doing it just because they had to, it finally was feeling right for the two of them. The brunette was caring and sweet and Tina found herself blushing every now and then, after Bette’s acts of gentleness. After the two of them were ready to bed, Tina sat down on the bed and looked at the brunette, who asked her: “What?”

            “Nothing” she smiled, “I’ve been really good today. It was sweet”

            “Yeah, it was” she smiled back, “I’ve never had so much fun in my house”

            “Really?” the blonde asked curiously.

            “Yeah, really. I mean, I never invited people to stay this long. I’ve always been here alone”

            “But it was your choice, right?”

            “It was, yes. But I guess I was wrong”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Being surrounded by this, you know. You, Angie, Peggy. The house seems to have a new life. It’s… it feels—”

            “It feels complete” the blonde finished her sentence, hanging her head to one side, to look at Bette in the eyes, who was now looking at the floor.

The brunette lifted her head, “Yeah, it… it feels complete” she sighed.

            “What’s wrong?” the blonde frowned.

            “Nothing…” she shook her head, “Nothing. I think we’d better go to sleep, yeah”

            “Okay” Tina smiled, “Goodnight”

            “Goodnight, T”

“T?” the brunette asked to herself. “Where the hell did it come from? T, I found her a nickname… God, I hope it didn’t bother her” she kept talking to herself as she walked into the walk-in closet.