Previously

Tina: Bette I’m sorry.

Bette reached over and put her finger on Tina’s lips to stop her from saying anything further.

Bette looked deep into Tina’s eyes and stated with a raspy voice just above a whisper,  “I’m not sorry for loving you.”

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It was day four of Bette and Tina’s road trip and they were now driving through Georgia and very close to South Carolina. In fact Tina called her mother and told her that she thought they were just a couple hours away. The closer they got to South Carolina the more she and Bette both looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

Am I really ready to do this, Tina thought to herself

Boy I really need to be supportive of Tina. I can tell by her facial expression that she getting anxious, Bette thought to herself.

Bette: Hold my hand sweetie.

Why Bette Porter are you getting fresh with me, Tina said with a nervous laugh.

Bette: Why do you want me to?

Tina rolled her eyes

I’m just kidding sweet. It’s just that I can tell that we both are getting a little nervous the closer with get to your parents’ home. I thought that maybe you would enjoy a little hand snuggle, Bette said winking at Tina.

Tina could hear the sincerity in Bette’s voice and with ease grabbed hold of Bette’s hand. Bette began to stroke Tina’s hand. This was very soothing to them both. They both appeared much more relaxed than before.

An hour and halve later Tina is about twenty minutes away from her parents’ home.

Tina: Babe we are about there.

Bette: So do you want to practice what you’re going to say.

Tina: Babe I don’t need to practice. I ready know what I’m going to say. Mom and dad hear is the woman who knocked me up. Get her.

Bette’s brown orbs turned the size of saucers and she briefly wore a frown on her face.

Bette: Ha, ha Kennard you think you’re so funny.

Tina began to laugh out loud.

Tina: Babe I wish you could have seen your own expression. You looked like someone who just stole cookies out of the cookie jar and just got caught in the act.