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    The Secret Santa—Chapter 3

    Finally I manage to tear my eyes away from her to turn to look out the window and I see us pulling into the Ranger station. Angie has been asleep pretty much since we left the airport and Bette and I still haven’t said a word to each other. Well other than Bette asking if we could talk we haven’t said a word. I’m scared she will hate me when she finds out about Angie. She probably already does and I do feel guilty for keeping Angie from her all this time.

    We finally come to a stop and before I could turn back to wake Angie, Bette was already picking her up and carrying her out of the car. It’s like she has done it so many times before. I wonder if she has a child of her own or something. Why else would she know what to do and be so attentive.

    The driver is getting our luggage and bringing them to the jeep where one of the Rangers is waiting at. I realize my Secret Santa wanted Bette, Angie, and me to spend time together. It’s what I have wanted since I packed up and left five years ago but my heart was broken then. I just don’t know if I could risk that again. But seeing her again makes me want to give it another try. I mean if she wants to. Hell I don’t even know what I am thinking. We have too much to talk about first before we can talk about trying again and honestly it scares the shit out of me to even think about it.

    I smile when I see Bette lay Angie down in the backseat of the jeep and turns back to me and flashes her electric smile that drew me to her the night I met her. I’m disrupted by the Ranger walking up to us

    ”These are for you, I was instructed to give them to you before we head to the cabin” The Ranger said and walked back to the driver’s side of the jeep. Bette and I both look at each other and roll our eyes. We both chuckle at our identical reactions as we began to read our letters

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    1. Great memories of Lumberjack – Jill? How could I have forgotten.

      Thank you Pie as I said before -Keep ‘um ‘ coming and I know you are not going to forget The Diary.

      Also hoping that some of your other stories will appear and reach a conclusion so it will be a good summer of 2018.

      By the way I’m a Sassy Great Gran now and have a very sassy 2 year old keeping her GG firmly on her toes and I think she could audition for your wonderful Angelica!

      Great writing, great characterisation of TiBette and Angelica – love them.

      SG

      • Wow!! I have been away for a long time haven’t I.. So you are a Great SassyGran!. Thats wonderful. I hope she eases the rough seas you are experiencing my dear friend!. I’m sure is a joy!

    2. Loved it!!!!! Angie is so cute and winning Bette over fast. Thanks for bringing them back together. More please. This is making my week very pleasant, indeed!!! Thanks again for posting.

    3. Awesome story Pie!

      I found it a wonderful story the first time you posted it and that didn’t change.

      Angelica is adorable, how can Bette not fall in love with her.

      Thank you for sharing it again.

    4. Now I’m thinking a different member of the “gang” could be the secret ????, because she said she had been saving and planning for years to pull this off. Hmmmmmm…..who loves these two and wants them reunited the most???
      Shane? Kit? Alice?

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