So I thought of this whole story a long time ago. I've played out the entire thing in my head, I basically know exactly where it's going. For a little background-
This subject matter is very close to my heart, as I was raised by two lesbian moms. I decided to think of this story not only because I believe strongly in gay rights, but because I believe not many people know how being in this type of a family situation really is or even was. I hope you can see this story as educational and eye-opening or even just entertaining. Thank you and please review.
This will be a lengthy story.
Ring ring... ring ring...
Annie ran from the back room to the olive green colored phone hung on the wall, it's matching green cord already tangled from years of use.
"Hello?" She huffed into the phone.
"Are you okay?" A woman asked through the crackled reception.
"What? Yes... I'm fine, I was just in the back, I had flour and pudding on my hands. I didn't want to run to the phone, but I saw the time. I'm sorry, I know it's late," Annie responded already knowing who she was speaking to.
"No... no it's fine. Really. I just wanted to know if you're going to be home soon? It's already dark," The woman named Jane asked from the other end.
"Yes. I was just cleaning up. I'll be home in less than a half hour. Did you eat?" Annie asked, turning the conversation back to a normal pattern.
"No. I wanted to wait for you," Jane responded matter-of-factly.
"You need to eat. Don't wait for me, just eat," Annie told her, "Okay?"
"Yes," Jane answered, although mostly ignoring her demand, "Alright, bye. See you soon."
"See you soon," Annie hung the green phone back on it's rung. She walked towards the back room, noticing she still had a bit more cleaning up to do. She glanced at the clock again, 7:45, it read. Thankfully, there was nothing in the oven that she had to wait for, only flour, pudding filling and crusts to put away. Annie usually didn't stay late at the Bakery, but tonight was one of the nights she was forced to. There was a ladies luncheon for the town this weekend and naturally they picked the only Bakery in town to make all the desserts. Jane had gone home long ago because when stressful baking was involved Annie needed to be alone.
Annie had managed to get the whole back room cleaned up in ten minutes. She rinsed her long red paint-tipped fingers under the cold faucet in the kitchen, wiped them clean and began to close shop. Once the Bakery was dark and she had her coat, it was time to lock up.
The revving engine of her dark tan Ford automobile comforted Annie as she relaxed a little into the chipping leather seats. As comfortable as sitting in her car was, nothing would be better than taking off the patent leather heels and tight floral dress she had on. How anyone expected a woman to bake for 10 straight hours in such an outfit was beyond her comprehension. She glanced at her black leather wristwatch and felt the need to drive a little faster. It had been 25 minutes and she knew that would mean Jane waiting at the door for her.
She knew putting the key into the lock on the front door was useless as the door was already unlocked. She pushed it gently open to find Jane sitting on the bar stool by the island in the kitchen, facing the front door.
"It's been a half hour," Jane said with a concerned look on her face.
"I know, I'm sorry. After you left, I still had a least 2 dozen more pies to make," Annie dropped her purse on the antique wooden table by the couch. She briefly sighed, taking in the comfort of her home. Although it certainly wasn't the biggest house in town, it had something, something she loved. The front door was a deep red color, which had a beautiful contrast to the house's striking white paneling. Inside the front door you could find a staircase directly in front, leading to the bedrooms. However, if you looked left you would see the small floral couch, which was hugged by two small tables with matching lamps. In front of the couch sat a coffee table, which usually held a magazine or two and an old cup of coffee on a stained coaster. A large window was directly behind the couch, which gave view to the cul de sac and the street on which they lived, Darlington. Looking directly from the couch you'd face the bar which overlooked the kitchen and had 3 bar stools. If anything in the house was big, it was the kitchen, adorned with the newest appliances and best food. As far as Annie was concerned, nothing else in the house matter except the kitchen.
Jane walked toward Annie and hugged her tightly.
"What was that for?" Annie asked surprised. Not that she didn't enjoy hugs, but that it wasn't every day she was greeted with a random hug.
"You know me, I get worried. And... it's just been a long week," Jane said while adjusting the dress she was still wearing from earlier that day.
"Why are you still in that? It's past 8! If I was home, the first thing I'd do is put on pajamas. Come on, let's go upstairs and get comfortable," Annie suggested, kicking off her shoes.
"Wait..." Jane clasped Annie's wrist lightly, "I didn't eat..." She said reluctantly.
"Jane! I told you..." Annie pull her hand through her deep raven curls and walked into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Jane followed her into the kitchen like a little puppy.
"Making you dinner," Annie said pulling out ingredients, "Grilled cheese okay?"
"O'Course..." Jane moved to sit at the bar once again.
It was only minutes until Jane began to devour her sandwich, "This is delicious! How do you do it?" Jane seemed to say through a mouthful of bread and cheese.
"It's just grilled cheese, I'm no chef," Annie said as she munched silently on her own sandwich. They both finished in no time. Annie managed to push Jane up the steps and into their neat, only slightly decorated, but just right bedroom. They both slipped into pajamas, Annie into a worn out dark blue pair of men's button up two piece, and Jane into a light pink nightgown. As usual, Jane got into the side of the bed closest to the bathroom and closet and Annie into the side nearest the window. The lights were flicked off and the house filled with nighttime silence. After quite a few minutes, both women assumed the other was asleep until one spoke.
"Annie?" Jane spoke quietly, "I'm sorry I'm such a wreck..."
"You're...you are not a wreck," Annie said, placing a hand around Jane's waist, "You just worry. It's natural, everyone does it."
"I bet you're wondering... why all of a sudden...?" Jane turned to face Annie, who's bright blue eyes shone through the moonlight seeping through the curtains on the window.
"No. I just assumed, sometimes, our thoughts get the better of us," Annie told her honestly.
"No there was something on the radio this morning," Jane turned her eyes down from Annie's.
"What? Why didn't you tell me? When?" Annie lifted Jane's somber face to hers.
"It was when you were in the shower... I didn't want to worry you, because you had a big day... all the baking," Jane looked into the woman's eyes across from her.
"Well, what was it?" Annie asked quickly.
"The man... on the morning news said there were two women... found beaten almost to death... in a city in the south. They were in trousers and in a bad part of their city. The reporter said that they seemed to be in an 'inappropriate relationship', resistant of 'man's guidance'. That's all they said," Jane sobbed quietly into her pillow. The warmth of Annie's arms quickly surrounded her.
"Hey... it's okay," Annie squeezed Jane's body tightly, "Shhh. It's fine, it wasn't near here was it?"
"No... No... Alabama," Yet another hard sob fell from Jane's mouth.
"That's why you stayed dressed, refused to eat, called me frantically?" Annie lifted Jane's wet face to hers.
"Yes..." She whispered back, "I was scared," Her delicate face crumpled into a fit of sobs.
Annie kissed her cheeks gently, rubbing her arched back sweetly and continued to console the distraught women next to her.
"Look at me, Janey," Annie's hands wiped away stray tears, "I promise you, nothing will ever happen to us. We will always be safe, as long as we're together... got it?"
Jane's face, wrinkled with worry, began to smooth out at the comfort of her bed-mate's words, "Yes."
"Don't you trust me to protect you?" Annie asked honestly.
"Yes, yes of course," Jane nodded her head.
"Good. Because I need you here with me and I need you to be strong, okay?" Annie confirmed.
"Okay, Annie, got it," Jane smiled her feline-like smile and tucked her face into the woman's next to her.
"You know I love you, right?" Annie said softly in her ear.
Jane lifted her face for the last time and kissed Annie's soft lips in the darkness and privacy of their bedroom. The only place she could safely kiss the love of her life. The only place they could be themselves.
"How could I forget?" Jane smiled again and laughed lightly, "I love you too."
They both smiled at each other from under the warmth of their covers and kissed once more before relaxing into their bed.
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