Just Rosalie

Abbi Makes A Friend

ROSALIE AND ELIZABETH stood nearby, sipping on their coffees when two girls approached them.
"Are you really married?"
The first girl asked excitedly, making Rosalie's cup almost slip out of her hand.
"Sorry, she's just over-caffeinated. I'm Megan," the other girl introduced herself, "and this is my girlfriend Callie."
"I'm Beth, and this is Rosalie. And yes, we're married. Why do you ask?"
"Your daughter's been playing with my little sister, and we overheard."
Callie was almost bouncing on her feet. Rosalie smiled, amused.
"Oh," Elizabeth took a glance at what Abbi was doing, noticing that they were on the monkey bars, "she's been bragging about that again?"
Elizabeth chuckled. Abbi liked to boast that she had two mothers instead of one.
"Yeah. You're probably the only lesbian wives in town. So it's really amazing."
"It really is."
Callie added with a gigantic smile. Neither of the two could have been more than eighteen. They seemed so fascinated with Elizabeth and Rosalie, maybe because their marriage symbolized how accepting the world had become.
"It seems like the kids are getting along. We're actually moving here in a few months."
"Wow. That's awesome. The town's finally getting some more diversity."
Abbi ran over and pulled Rosalie over to the swings. Elizabeth and the other girls followed along.
"Meg, push me too."
Megan's sister begged. Rosalie pushed her daughter and Megan pushed her sister on the swings, while Elizabeth and Callie stood by and watched.
"What's it like in the town? You know, with all the-"
"Homophobia?"
Callie asked. Elizabeth nodded and looked at her, waiting for an answer.
"Other than the older generations, everyone's pretty accepting, mostly because they've got their own kids who they need to accept."
Elizabeth smiled. That's not too bad. There's room for improvement.
"Anyone in specific I should be aware of?"
Callie thought for a moment, already having a specific old woman on her mind.
"Velma Summers. That woman's always in everyone's business. But you don't have to worry, she's all talk."
"I'm just hoping that moving here is the right decision for Abbi. Hopefully, she doesn't kick any boys in the crotch when they call her moms dykes."
Callie laughed.
"That's happened?"
"Once back in Milan. At least she knows how to stick up for herself."
Elizabeth looked at Kaitlyn and her lady friend chat. She'd never seen Kaitlyn blush in the six years that she'd been with the woman's daughter-in-law.
"You guys are from Milan?"
Callie knew that she'd noticed an accent from Rosalie. But Elizabeth seemed to be American.
"Yeah, my wife grew up there, but we actually met in New York. It's a pretty long story."
"Mama, we're gonna get milkshakes! Let's go, please?"
Abbi tugged on Elizabeth's hand. Rosalie stood behind her daughter with a cheeky grin.
"I might have told her that we'd have dinner with her new friends."
Michelle and Barbara walked toward them with shopping bags in their hands.
"What did we miss?"
"Callie, Megan, Michelle and Barbara."
Elizabeth introduced, as Kaitlyn finally walked over, finished with her conversation with Charlotte.
"And this is my mother-in-law, Kaitlyn."
They all shook hands and headed over to the nearby diner. After grabbing a booth and ordering, they got into deep conversation.
"So tell me more about the town."
Elizabeth insisted, as she sipped on her soda. Abbi was chatting with Megan's sister, Lillian, and slurping down on her chocolate milkshake.
"Well, there's not much to say. Our parents don't mind anymore, and even our grandparents are coming around. There's just a few people here and there that are extremely unaccepting."
Megan explained. Callie shrugged in agreement. After the legalization of same sex marriage, the hostility wasn't as bad as before. But that was just what their experience was like, they weren't sure how it was for others.
"Any gay bars around?"
Kaitlyn had to ask. If she was going to be there a lot, she'd need to get her groove on at least once in while.
"Sorry, the closest is a few towns over."
Rosalie didn't mind so much, but to a lot of people, bars like those weren't just for hooking up. It was a place to feel normal and safe-surrounded by only acceptance.
"Honey, since you're investing in so many places. Why not open your own lesbian bar?" Kaitlyn loved her own idea, "we'll call it Equal."
Rosalie nodded, thinking it was a great idea too, but Elizabeth nudged her wife.
"Yeah, sure. And who's going to manage it?"
Kaitlyn clicked her teeth and shrugged.
"You're turning the only bar in town into a house anyway. You're spoiling the fun for all us party folk."
"Yeah, Rosalie. Some of us like to have fun, every now and then. Don't worry Kaitlyn, I'll be your wingwoman."
Michelle chimed in, causing Kaitlyn to scoff. Wing woman? Little girl, take a step back. I've been picking up women and men before you even knew your alphabet.
"It's not like we could have gone their anyway. I swear, all the homophobes drink at that bar."
Callie said, making the entire table frown. They had noticed how the bartender seemed a bit distraught, when they'd been in there seven years ago. But he wasn't hostile, and luckily, the bar was empty.
"Think about all the couples that would love to have a nice place to grab a drink and dance. Even you and Beth would have a place for date night."
"How rich are you guys though?"
Megan asked curiously, causing even Barbara to finally laugh. They definitely weren't caught up on the goings of the art world.
"My kids have two trust funds each. Does that answer your question?"
Elizabeth explained. Rosalie laughed and nodded. Brushing her wife's hair behind her ear, Rosalie tilted her head to the side.
"I really admire how uncomfortable money makes you, Beth. At least I know you won't kill me for my life insurance."
"Including everything that you own," Elizabeth added with a grin, "if I listened to her, she probably wouldn't let me work a day in my life."
Elizabeth told Megan and Callie, while pointing to Rosalie. Rosalie shook her head.
"That's not true. If you listened to me, our kids wouldn't work a day in their lives, you my wife, I could never take away your independence."
Elizabeth wanted to roll her eyes.
"You two have another kid?"
Rosalie looked lovingly in her wife's eyes, before turning her attention to the two young girls.
"Elizabeth's son, Henry. He's with his other mother right now," Rosalie noticed Abbi's eyes on hers, "but he is my son."
"Mommy, are you going to get married again? If mama got married twice, you're suppose to-"
"It doesn't work like that, sweetie. Your mama and I love each other. I don't want to marry anyone else. You want her to kill me?"
Abbi giggled.
"So mama didn't love Lee anymore?"
Elizabeth shook her head. I did love her even after our divorce, but time heals all wounds, my daughter.
"Sometimes we're not meant to be with someone. But me and your mana," Rosalie wrapped her arm around Elizabeth's neck, "we're in it till we're old and wrinkled," and probably dead, "isn't that right, Beth?"
Elizabeth nodded with a smile. She wondered, was Rosalie ever jealous of the history that she shared with Lee?
"You two are such a rom-com."
Barbara cooed in her seat. She adored loves in all forms, especially when it came to the ones who she loved the most.
"Yes, yes, they certainly are."
Callie and Megan smiled widely.