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Tina sat on the steps of the back porch of the cabin, a glass of experience wine in her hand as she watched the colours of the sky change as the sun began to set. Bette walked out, barefoot. Her own glass of wine in her hand and sat herself beside her wife. for the first time in a long time, Tina rested her head against her wife’s arm,
“This view is stunning,” Tina said softly.
“It’s a remarkable sky.” Bette smiled,
“It’s moments like this, that makes me grateful that I’m alive.” Tina whispered.
Bette took a sip of her wine.
“I’m grateful everyday that you’re still alive.” Bette said honestly.
“I’ve never said sorry,” Tina said softly, “Not really,”
“What do you mean you’ve said sorry.” Bette was confused.
“Honey, I kissed our son and left our house, I don’t know how you trusted me ever again,”
“I trust you, I love you,” Bette smiled putting her glass to one side. She wrapped her arms around her wife.
“I don’t know how you cope with me sometimes,” Tina grinned
“That’s easy,” Bette laughed, “Everyday in some way you make me smile.”
“Is that your way of saying I make you happy,” Tina asked as she snuggled into Bette.
“Yes, we have two lovely kids, we have a great home but I’m the luckiest woman alive because you love me,”
Tina licked her lips, before biting gently on her bottom lip.
“I think you are slightly wrong there,” Tina smiled. “I’m lucky you love me. I’m lucky you’ve never given up on me. I know its tough some days.”
“It is but I wouldn’t change it. If I was going to walk I’d have walked a long time ago,”
“You had ever right too,” Tina said, snuggling deeper. “My life shouldn’t have fallen apart. I try so hard on a daily bases to keep it together. I’m sorry for my bad days.”
“We all have them,”
“B, we know mine are worse than most,”
“I know, I know. I love you Tina,”
“I love you too.”
Bette kissed the side of her head as they both watched the sun disappear.
Bette ran her fingers down Tina’s naked spine, watching her shiver. She loved taking in every mark. Every pattern of her skin. She loved her wife more than anything else in the world. last night after they’d had a frank and honest conversation. They had made love and fallen asleep for a little while. Bette had woken up, slowly. She moved Tina’s blonde hair away from her neck and kissed it softly.