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    The Christmas Gift

                “Daddy!” Angelica ran toward him. The expression of shock on Tina’s face was something Bette never saw and she was afraid of what she was thinking. Marcus, pulling his daughter up in her arms, looked at the brunette and smirked, “Merry Christmas, Bette” the business woman didn’t do anything but tighten her fists. She was hoping she could just beat the hell out of him. But what was concerning her now, was the fact that she could lose Tina and Angelica.

                “What’s happening here?” Peggy asked, clearly sensing the tension between them.

    Bette looked at her, she wasn’t going to do it anymore. She needed to come clean about it and she was going to do it right now, “I think we should talk about something”

                “Bette” Alice whispered, grabbing her by the arm.

                “Stop it, Alice. I knew it was going to end like this. Just stop it, that’s not right, okay? That’s totally wrong. And I’m feeling like a fucking asshole for doing this”

    Tina, who was silently looking at the scene in front of her, approached Bette “Bette, um, I’d like to talk to you” her eyes glued with hers; the brunette couldn’t read her feelings. She just nodded and excusing herself she went to the bedroom with Tina.

                “Would you like to tell me what the fuck is happening downstairs?” her look stern, her voice deep and low.

                “I fucked up, okay? I… no matter what I do, I always end up fucking up” she started pacing back and forth across the room, “He met me at the restaurant some days ago”

                “And why didn’t you tell me?”

                “I don’t know”

    Tina snorted, “Ha! I know why. You didn’t want Peggy to find out, did you?”

                “No, that’s not—”

                “Oh, fuck you, Bette. I should have known why you kept acting like that. All those kind words and gestures. You were holding something from me and you were trying to hide it by treating me well” Tina’s words came bursting out. Bette almost felt like trapped in a storm.  

    Bette stopped pacing and looked at her, “That’s not why I did it!” she yelled, making Tina stop talking. The blonde looked at her, clearly taken aback by the sudden burst. She stood there quiet, waiting for her to explain what she meant.

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    1. Finally finished reading and a promise is a promise. Like I told you when we twitted, I’ve been following you for sometime. I’ve always liked your writing style. You have been one of my favorites. Your writing’s awesome and your stories make me feel right there w/ your characters. you have made me cringe with your teasing when it seems to be the end of our gals relationships! Then….bam!..you get them together. What a effing tease you are BetteOPorter! love it…keep us guessing and reaching for the Kleenex…don’t stop writing…glad you liked my ‘gift’ via utube.~~keep up your great work BOP!!!…..kingg(as you can see, this gal is an Elvis freak!)

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