Tina’s POV:

Bette grabbed my hand and kissed it tenderly, asking, "Do you want me to continue, my love?" I nodded through my tears and answered, "Please do, because it is beautiful." Bette flipped through more pages in the book and came across this poem:

I need not go
Through sleet and snow
To where I know
She waits for me;
She will tarry me there
‘Til I find it fair,
And have time to spare
From company.
When I’ve overgot
The world somewhat,
When things cost not
Such stress and strain,
Is soon enough
By cypress sough
To tell my Love
I am come again.

by Thomas Hardy

I grabbed Bette and took her in my arms and held her in my arms, crying, "How do you come up with these things?" Bette kissed me softly on my ear and whispered into it, "I know how to treat a beautiful woman and you are my beautiful woman." Bette squeezed me tightly

and we stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace for several minutes until Bette pulled away and said, "There is dinner waiting for us downstairs, so slip on your shirt and join me downstairs." I arched my eyebrow, "Only my shirt?" Bette grinned, "Well, your jeans too if you want, but preferably I would like to see you just in your shirt!" I gently slapped her on the arm and laughed, "You are incorrigible! Do you have another robe that I can wear?" Bette answered, "There is a black terry cloth robe on the back of the bathroom door, which would you even better on you!" I slipped out of bad and grabbed the robe from behind the bathroom door and slipped the oversized robe over my body. Then I joined Bette, arm in arm and she led me downstairs to the kitchen and into the dining area, where there was a huge glass table with two places mats next to one another and had two dishes of spaghetti, with side salads and glasses of champagne. Plus, there was a red rose placed on one of the seats which I assumed was for me and I was correct. Bette said through her smile, "That is for you, my baby."