Just Rosalie

Winter Springs Part1

Rosalie had allowed herself to fall into a depression. She hadn't eaten in two days, or been out of the room that she and Elizabeth shared at the cabin. Zoe and her family had taken the drive, and they'd been having a nice time together. When Rosalie finally decided to step foot out of the room, a blanket was draped over her shoulders, and her hair looked like a bird nest on her head. They had never seen her so torn up. Only Kaitlyn recognized Rosalie's state from the months after Romario's death. Rosalie had lost someone once again. And that person was Lee. As much as Rosalie had fallen into another relationship, Lee had still managed to break her heart once more. And it definitely was the final one. What else was there left to destroy between the two? Lee had broken Rosalie's trust completely. Rosalie had entrusted Lee with her secret, believing that Lee would never betray her, no matter the circumstance. But she was gullible to the lies told by women who only wanted to get into her pants, because, seemingly, Lee never really loved Rosalie. If Lee really did love Rosalie, she wouldn't have done something to hurt her.
"When did you get this cabin, Beth? It's beautiful."
Zoe asked as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. They were flying out to Milan the next day, and Zoe had kept up to date with the goings of social media on Rosalie's part. They'd been a few articles here and there, but nothing too life altering. The public wasn't even sure if the gossip was true or not, which was a good thing.
"I bought it about five years ago. Got it for a good price from a client."
"You don't seem like the town girl type though. I'm guessing it's like a weekend getaway place?"
Elizabeth had her own story behind those dark brown eyes. She'd been through a lot after she'd lost her parents, and the only place that held their memories was Winter Springs in Vermont-the first place that she'd ever called home.
"I grew up here, actually. My parents owned a grocery store. It's a barber now. But this little town holds my childhood memories. Though, I'm not sure that I'll ever move back. The town's quite homophobic, and they're probably wondering why a bunch of lesbos are hiding out in a cabin."
"Am I the only heterosexual here?"
Barbara asked as she leaned back in the loveseat. Henry and Michelle were outside playing on a tree and hoping to gain a Wi-Fi connection, and Elizabeth had taken a few pictures of them for keepsakes.
"You and Henry. He's denied having feelings for the same sex, unfortunately."
Elizabeth looked through the pictures on her phone and smiled. She loved her son more than she'd loved herself.
"Both of my daughters are carpet munchers. I wonder what I'd been doing when I gave birth to them."
"Mom!"
Zoe's eyes widened as she held onto her stomach. There was a visible bump by then, and she'd give birth to a December baby.
"I'm hungry."
Rosalie plopped onto the couch next to Elizabeth and snuggled into her side. She'd become quite clingy in the past few days, which everyone was noticing.
"She's not your mother. Go grab something from the kitchen."
Kaitlyn said as she looked at her daughter. She didn't like how Rosalie was behaving one bit.
"Mum, I never said I wanted anything to eat. So, don't get all feministic on me."
"How's that being feministic? And if you say you're hungry, that likely means that you want something to eat. You're getting so thin already anyway. You know what, I'll get you something to eat. There's some left over pasta from earlier."
Rosalie groaned as she nuzzled her face into the crook of Elizabeth's neck. Elizabeth smelled like strawberries. Maybe, it was her body lotion, or was it her shampoo? Rosalie wasn't certain, but Elizabeth smelled extremely good.
"You know, Rose, I'd like to think that if I was into the arts, I would have figured out that you're Roses. I mean, it's not that complex to."
Elizabeth chuckled as Rosalie pulled the blanket over her head and curled up closer to her. She loved the clinginess, to be honest. It made her know that Rosalie trusted her, felt safe with her and was comfortable.
"She's the perfect rose, isn't she?"
Rosalie slipped her hand under Elizabeth's sweater. She cupped Elizabeth's breast over her bra, making the woman sigh. She'd missed Rosalie's touch, excruciatingly so.
"I guess so. Her name is Rose-a-lee, her alias is Roses, and her favorite flowers are red roses. And all the metaphoric shit to go with it."
Elizabeth wrapped her arm around Rosalie's back.
"Tough like thorns, soft as petals, slender as the stem, confident as the leaves, and composed as the entirety."
Rosalie pulled the blanket off of her head and looked at Elizabeth. Elizabeth really got her.
"Why do I feel like you know me better than anyone else?"
Elizabeth cupped Rosalie's cheek with the palm of her hand and drew her in for a kiss.
"That's because I do."
Rosalie wasn't being her normal, composed self. She was ready to rid of the blanket and baggy clothes. Heading into the room, she took a shower, put on clean clothing-jeans, crop top and a boyfriend shirt, and combed her hair. As she looked herself in the mirror, Elizabeth walked up behind her and placed a kiss on the back of her neck.
"Glad to have you back, Miss Watson. You look quite bangable, right now. But you did even with the bird nest on your head."
Rosalie chuckled and turned around into Elizabeth's arms.
"I really can't tell you how much I..."
"You're my girlfriend, right? So, that means I'm happy to be your shoulder to cry on, even when you soak my shirt and my bra, you wittle cry baby."
Rosalie pouted and placed a kiss on Elizabeth's exposed collarbone.
"That's me being vulnerable. I'm sorry."
"Bunny, stop apologizing. It's a good thing that you're comfortable to be vulnerable with me. It means that we're heading down a good path for a good relationship."
"You always know what to say."
Rosalie kissed Elizabeth's chin, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips.
"I know that you're hurting. It took me some time to get over all the bad things with her (Lee). So, take as much time as you need to grieve. If you need me to take a step back, I will. Just say the word."
Rosalie shook her head. She didn't want to slow things down at all.
"Let's stay as we are. I love the pace we're going at. I'm falling deeper and deeper every day, Elizabeth."
Rosalie had used Lee's name when she was angry or upset, but she used Elizabeth's name when she was at her happiest. It was a difference that she'd noticed. It had to mean something special, right?
"I think I've already fallen."
Elizabeth whispered as she pulled away. Henry rapped on the bedroom door and they headed into the living room. Rosalie felt butterflies fluttering inside of her stomach. Did Elizabeth really say that? She felt so happy that she'd make snow angels, something she hadn't done in ages.
"We have to reach the landing strip at 10:00 in the morning tomorrow. So, everyone better get a good night's rest."
"Are you feeling better?"
Henry asked and Rosalie nodded. Rosalie looked around the room, and although she was still at certain odds with Zoe, everyone felt like family. They were there for her in a time when she needed them the most, and for that, she'd be forever grateful.
"Yes, kid. Much better. Who wants to get out of this rut and head through town?"
"This is my rut."
Elizabeth nudged Rosalie's shoulder playfully. They'd all been cooped up in a cabin for the past few days, and a venture through the streets seemed like a good idea.
"Oh, right. My bad."
Rosalie grinned and headed over to the closet for her motorcycle boots.
"You sure you want to head through town with us lesbos?"
Kaitlyn asked as she grabbed her cardigan from the closet.
"You're a lesbo, mum? Oh my, are you coming out, right now?"
Rosalie chuckled as she slipped her feet into her shoes.
"I prefer no labels, honey. But I do give off the chapstick lesbian vibe."
Zoe, Michelle, Barbara and Henry chuckled.
"All of you give off the chapstick lesbian vibe. I love being the man of the house."
"What did you just say?"
Rosalie, Michelle and Zoe asked at the same time. They were pretty protective of their territory, and no man was going to think that they could control them.
"Geez, it was a joke."
He muttered. They definitely didn't consider it as a joke.
"I'll skin you alive if you say shit like that again."
Michelle said.
After all, Henry was the only man in a group of seven people. The calculations was at odds against him.