Bette looked at Tina carefully. “Are you sure that’s all?”

“Yep. It is what it is, Bette.”

Bette looked down and Tina gave took her hands and gave them a squeeze.

“Hey. Don’t be sad. I’ve got everything I want, you know. You and Angie are all the gift I could want. I don’t need anything else.”

Bette didn’t say anything more, and instead kissed Tina tenderly on the lips, putting aside her worries and doubts. She would take Tina at her word. She couldn’t dispute Tina’s feelings, because she had always felt the exact same way. When your family meant everything, no gift could compare.

***

That night, Bette snuck over to the bureau and pulled out the small gift bag she had hidden and stuck it under her pillow while Tina was washing up in the en-suite bathroom. Tina eventually came out and climbed into bed with a grateful sigh.

They both read quietly for awhile and Bette set her book down just as Tina cleared her throat. They looked at each other and laughed spontaneously.

“You go first,” Bette said.

“Well, you know what I said earlier? About you and Angie being all that I needed? It was kind of cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Not at all. I feel the same way.”

Tina smiled. “I know. And, uh, you know how I said that I didn’t want anything and that we should just forego the whole gift exchange thing?”

“Yes…”

“Well… I sort of changed my mind. I couldn’t help it. I saw something that I just had to give you, and well…”

“Say no more,” Bette replied. She reached behind her pillow and pulled out the bag. Tina stretched an arm under the side of the bed and pulled out a box.

Giggling like girls, they exchanged packages.

“I knew you would change your mind,” Bette said triumphantly. “And so I was prepared.”

“I didn’t change my mind. I just happened to see something that I thought you might like.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s true.”

“Alright, T, whatever you say.”

“And these aren’t Christmas gifts.”

Bette raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no?”

“No. What day is it?”

“Friday.”

“Well then,” Tina said, leaning in to kiss Bette on the nose. “We’ll be celebrating… Saturday.”

“Fair enough… Tina?”

“Yeah?”

“I have another confession.” Bette shifted slightly so that she could look at Tina, who was watching her expectantly.

“You remember how we said we wouldn’t get Angie anything – that she didn’t need anything other than the trip to Disneyland?”

“Yeah?”

“Well… I may have gotten her a few things anyway. You know. Just to celebrate Saturday tomorrow.”

“I see. Well,” Tina was non-chalant as she spoke, “I may have done the same thing. There are only 52 weeks in a year. The end of each week deserves a celebration, right?”

“Right.” They laughed together again.

“See, I told you,” Tina said. “The day itself doesn’t matter. But you and Angie do.”

“I get it, T. Are you going to open your present?”

“We might as well wait until the morning, right?” Tina asked, setting the bag down at the side of the bed.

Bette suppressed a smile, and put her own box on her nightstand. “Okay.”

Tina closed the small space between them on the bed and kissed Bette. “Merry Saturday to all?”

Bette grinned at Tina and drew her closer with one arm, and with her free hand turned out the light. “And to all a good night.”