Not expecting what she heard next, Tina stopped in her tracks at the sound of laughter. Her daughter’s laughter.

"You think that’s funny, huh?"

The teasing yet familiar voice extracted another laugh from Angie and filled Tina with confusion. Without realizing, she lowered her guard and pressed her back against the wall. Inch by inch she sidled toward the kitchen, now filled with more curiosity than anything.

She slowly peeked out from around the corner and peered into the kitchen to see Angie bouncing happily in her high chair, her soft chubby cheeks caked in white powder. Tina’s eyes silently searched for the source of the familiar voice she had heard, leaning her head further around the corner to see the owner of said voice.

Tina couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across her face. There was Bette, on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess of batter that was splattered all over the floor. There was a blue plastic bowl turned upside down on the floor beside her, a metal fork not too far off. Her face, like Angie’s, sported white powder which Tina was certain that was from the pancake mix currently spilling out of its box and all over the marble counter. Bette also had a streak of something yellow on her neck, dried egg yolk maybe.

Tina had to stifle a laugh as she looked on, watching the amazingly talented gallery owner so obviously struggling to make a simple breakfast. Bette looked so cute in her attempt and Tina couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the brunette despite the fact that she was covered in God knows what. It only made the blonde fall for her more, so out of her element but at the same time seemingly so at home.

It was obvious that the brunette had spent the night, donning an old yet very familiar USC sweatshirt. It was worn and stretched out but it fit her so well. Tina swore she had never seen anyone look sexier in her clothes, noting how it looked way better on Bette than it had ever on herself.