“Mama, can I have a teddy- bear?” Angie asked when they were passing by the toy stand.

“Angie you already have four…” Tina said, trying to push the cart faster.

“But mama…I want just one more pleaseeeee…” Angie pleads.

“Angelica I said no…” Tina tried to be strong, but then Angie used her secret weapon…the master pout…something she had learned from Bette, and Tina had no chance.

“Gosh Angelica, someday someone will be in so much trouble with you…” Tina shook her head…”Fine…but this is the last one!” Angie giggled and point to the bear she wanted, and they were ready to go. 30 minutes later and full shopping bags, they arrived at home. For Tina’s surprise Bette was already there.

“Heyy…you’re early today…how come?” Tina was happy to see Bette. She put down the bags and hugged her.

“I missed you…beside I knew that you’ll need some help in the kitchen…” Bette said with smile. She looked at Angie carrying a teddy-bear in her hands.

“One more?” Bette asked rising her eyebrows.

“Don’t raise those eyebrows on me!” Tina put her hands on her hips. “It’s your fault”

“How come it’s my fault?” Bette asked like she had no idea. Tina just gave her a look…

“Ouch….I got it …the master pout right?!”….Tina just nodded

“So can I bribe your forgiveness?” Bette said with devilish smirk.

“I don’t know…what you’re offering?” Tina said. Bette was standing in front of her with her hand on Tina’s hips, their lips few inches apart.

“Me…!” Bette said

“Deal…!” Tina replayed, passionately kissing her wife. They were so lost in the kiss and didn’t hear Kit walking in through the back yard’s door. Kit walked in the kitchen startling them. Bette jumped nearly knocking Tina down.

“Kit? How in all hells you got in?” Bette asked still heavy breathing. Tina wiped her mouth, shyly smiling at Kit.

“Shit…baby sis I had no idea that you were at home…I thought I could help Tina with the dinner…..shit man… I’m sorry…” Kit was rambling. Tina chuckled “It’s ok Kit, thanks for the thought, I can use some proper help in here…” she said, winking at her.

“Ouch…that hurts…” Bette said, imitating broken heart…they all laugh.

 Bette let them prepares the dinner while she was playing with Angie. She was amazed how smart the little girl was. At age of five and a half she could read and write few letters and her name. Angie was so proud of her attainment, and Bette was so happy to see her smiling.