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    Window of Opportunity ch. 30

    Story written on March 21, 2008 by newagegirl.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=68988
    Author Notes:

    Both Tina and Bette have some reflections. Tina opens another envelope.

    “T, we have forever.”

    “Yes, we do. Come on, let’s go make sure our baby is ok and that her aunts have not turned the house into Toys R Us.”

    With a final kiss, we locked up and went to the car. It all just felt so right.

    Tina

    Shane was the only one when we got back to the house that looked at us and smiled. Alice and Kit were oblivious to our appearance as they were concentrating on trying to get Angie to eat something. It felt like a reprieve not to be grilled by them. Bette took my bags into the guest while I helped tend to Angie. They all reported that she had slept most of the time but when she woke, she actually asked for food. The medicine, although only a couple of doses, seemed to be working wonderfully.

    The girls stayed until about 10. Angie had already been put to bed and I was starving. When they left, Bette went out and picked up some Chinese food for us. I cleaned up a bit and put my things away. I knew I would be here at least a couple more days. I was ready to go home though. I love Bette but I don’t really have any of my things here. When I left, I didn’t take anything. When I finally moved into my apartment, I came and took my personal items. The things we accumulated together were here but that still felt a bit strange. Having two households was going to take a bit of getting used to but what a feeling it was going to be. I wished but never thought that the possibility existed for me to be back here in the space that I had always felt most comfortable. My home. Yes, it is still my home. The apartment, although I have made it livable, is just a place to live. It was never anything that I had envisioned as being forever.

    Bette came back fairly quickly. She was as hungry as I was. We sat at the table and ate. We could barely stop touching one another. It was so reminiscent of first meeting when we wanted to know everything about the other one and couldn’t stand to be away. I felt that falling in love again had so many advantageous. I know Bette and I’m not naïve or under any impressions of what things can be like. I know how Bette is. When she loves, she loves completely. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth. Taking the time to decide to get together was the right choice. We have developed a nice sync that allows for us to have talks which turns to laughter or talks which turns to tears. There are fears about our conversations that both of us have to fight but they are happening. They never happened in depth in the past. Live happened and non pleasant things were swept under the carpet until there were too many of them. In time I know that these conversations will taper off but we both have learned how to talk. If nothing else, our time apart was necessary for us to develop that fundamental skill that seems to come naturally to other as well as us with others. It just didn’t come naturally to us together. It’s a shame. So much pain and heartache could have been avoided had we known how to talk. There’s no looking back. Nothing can change that so, only can concentrate on the here and now and the now, and that’s pretty fantastic.

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    6. Uh, no words last time ’cause you left me speechless :P … Really liked the cuddling and kissing on the couch after the showers…and the way Bette let Tina know she’s gonna show her the green thumb she’s newly developed for tending to her. Kay, now…Get crackin’ on the next chapter, nag! Hee! And thanks!

    8. And you, newagegirl, continue t take my breath away as well. The idea of the envelopes is just fabulous and its and idea that I am going to steal and use myself.It is susch a novel idea to re-introduce old loving memories and even some that hurt but things they might otherwise forget. Great idea and wonderful and lovely story. Enjoy it so much, the way youare telling the story. PPS

    11. Aaaaah…Very nice. A sweet, loving follow-up to a long-overdue afternoon delight! :> Btw, there’s nothing feeble about your previous NC-17 chapter. It was done with a deft touch. I love the post-coital cuddling and kissing at the couch in this chapter. And I LOL when I got to this part => “You get your ass in the shower and then cover up. I’m not going to be held responsible for what I do when you are butt naked. How the hell am I supposed to resist that? Hurry up and while you’re in the shower, you can come up with an explanation as to why our hair is wet.” Though no one questioned them about their wet hair when they got back, I was wondering what plausible explanation they both agreed to give in case anyone asked? I also love the romantic/happy memories that 3 of the 4 envelopes have brought out so far. Even the painful memory evoked by the sonogram of their miscarried son was very touching. These envelopes contain snippets of their rich, storied past and I get excited each time Tina opens another one. More envelopes please! And I’m sooo looking forward to their next date! Thanks a lot, newagegirl, and PPS! :>

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