Just Rosalie

Meeting Charlotte

ELIZABETH WASN'T SURE why she was feeling so possessive all of a sudden. It had been years, and only then she'd felt jealousy surface because of the history Rosalie shared with Lee. She was never jealous of Zoe, and Rosalie had confessed to loving Zoe more than she'd loved Lee. Elizabeth knew that it had to do with the history that they both shared with Lee, causing her to become extremely insecure.
They went to investigate a few of the buildings that they might buy. Elizabeth loved them all, and the ideas helped to distract her mind from her insecurities.
Afterward, they took Abbi to the park, making sure to dress her in the warmest clothing. The little girl ran away from her mothers, as soon as they stepped foot on the play park's ground, and headed over to the slide, where she met another girl to play with.
Kaitlyn headed over to the nearby coffee shop to grab them some beverages. When she came back, the biggest smile was dangling on her lips.
"Flirted with the barista, I see."
Rosalie chuckled, as Kaitlyn handed them their drinks. She shrugged and took a sip from her own, the smile fading.
"Not a barista," Kaitlyn looked down at her coffee cup, "and I don't think she's even into women," she shrugged and sighed, "so just mindless flirting with an attractive straight woman."
Elizabeth nudged her wife. Well, that attractive straight woman left a dent on you. She placed her hand on Rosalie's thigh and leaned forward, getting a good view of her mother-in-law's blushing face.
"I'm glad you're still playing the field, mom. Just remember that these young girls are crazy, so be careful."
Rosalie furrowed her brows with a frown, giving Elizabeth a look over. You better not be referring to me too, Beth.
"Why do you assume she's young?"
Kaitlyn scoffed, making Rosalie hold back a laugh behind the palm of her hand.
"Uh, maybe because you're a full out cougar, and the last time you slept with someone older than yourself, you were married to him."
Kaitlyn shrugged but nodded in agreement.
"Fine. She's probably even younger than both of you. Whatever. It's not like I'm going to see her again."
"Heading somewhere?"
Rosalie asked, knowing that her mother never stayed in one place too long. Kaitlyn shook her head and leaned back.
"Actually, since I'm getting old, maybe you can keep a room for me here when you renovate that place of yours."
Elizabeth nodded and Rosalie grinned widely. They'd already planned on doing that.
"You'll have to pay rent."
She teased, causing Kaitlyn to scoff.
"Then I'll buy myself that nice building across the street, we'll be neighbours."
Elizabeth sighed. Rich bastards.
"Not necessary. Your room is already in the blue prints," not that there's any blueprints yet, "babe, remember when you were boasting about all the blueprints you design?" Elizabeth quirked a brow, "you know, when you said that someday I'll be as successful if I put in the effort."
Elizabeth felt her entire face flush. Why did Rosalie have to bring things like that up?
"What's that about?"
Kaitlyn giggled along with Rosalie.
"Just something I'm remembering from a while back, before Beth knew about my actual career."
Elizabeth frowned. Her bragging embarrassed her so much back then.
"I have a weird way of trying to impress you, don't I?"
Rosalie shook her head.
"You were trying to intimidate me, don't try to be cute."
Elizabeth grinned and wrapped her arm around her wife's shoulder.
"You'd make even the most confident woman's ego feel threatened, bunny."
"Maybe back then, now, not so much."
Rosalie shrugged, and Elizabeth leaned against her ear, whispering words that made her eyes widen and cheeks heat up.
"I'll press you up against this park bench, and spread your legs wide in the air as I devour your-"
"I heard that!"
Kaitlyn cringed, before scouching down the bench, almost horrified. As much as she liked to make jokes, hearing Elizabeth dirty talk wasn't something that she enjoyed, especially since it was being said to her daughter. God, when I thought they were innocent.
Rosalie's face flushed completely, and Elizabeth giggled.
"Sorry mom, just trying to make her feel good about herself. You know how she gets."
Kaitlyn looked at her daughters with a brow raise. Then she noticed the woman, who she had been flirting with, walking out of the cafe, and her discomfort vanished. Elizabeth noticed Kaitlyn's eyes focused elsewhere, and followed her gaze, only to find a woman with jet black hair and nice sunglasses walking toward them.
Did Kaitlyn even realize that the woman was walking over to her? Rosalie attempted to warn her mother, but didn't succeed.
"Bird watching?"
Charlotte's smile made Kaitlyn's eyes widen, as she realized that the woman was standing right in front of her.
"Uh, no. I'm," she looked at her daughters getting up and walking away to give them privacy, "just drinking my coffee."
Kaitlyn let out a breath and Charlotte sat down beside her, her piercing blue eyes trapping her into a fixation. God, I'm such an idiot for staring. She looked away and noticed Abbi on a swing, as Rosalie pushed her.
"Oh, I see. Just a woman drinking her coffee," Charlotte seemed to be flirting back. Kaitlyn was surprised, "so what's your plans for the New Year. I'm in town visiting my family."
"Me too. And I'm not sure, whatever my daughters have in mind, I guess." Daughters. Psh. You make it sound like you have kids in college.
"It's getting late. But I hope to see you around, Kaitlyn," Kaitlyn smiled at the beautiful woman next to her, before receiving a phone in her hand. She became confused, "your number, silly. So that we can stay in touch."
"Of course. Maybe we can meet up for the New Years celebration. I heard that there's going to be a fair," Kaitlyn felt her cheeks heating up even more, as she entered her number into Charlotte's phone, "there you go."
She handed the phone over. Charlotte studied Kaitlyn's facial features for a few seconds, wondering why her face seemed familiar.
"I'll give you a call when I settle in, or maybe even text? I'm honestly still getting the hang of touch typing, my fingers always jam the wrong keys."
Charlotte giggled, trying to stir up a longer conversation. She didn't want to leave, but couldn't stay too long either.
How old is she? Only women over forty complain about that.
"I'll look out for whichever you decide on, Charlotte," as the name rolled off of the tip of her tongue, a smile graced both of their faces, "see you around."