Lynx Book 3: A Callie Torres Story

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Callie found her wife in their bedroom closet, going through clothes she wanted to get rid of. "Hey, baby," Callie said softly, not wanting to scare her wife.

Jada turned around with a smile. "I love it when you call me 'baby,'" Jada said with much wider smile. "You don't do it as much anymore."

"I can certainly start doing it a lot more."

"I would love that, Calliope."

Callie entered the closet and immediately went to press a soft kiss to Jada's lips. Jada was addicted to the soft and gentle hello kiss she would receive from Callie whenever they saw each other after being apart. Callie would always kiss her hello and she hadn't once forgotten since they got together.

"Sofia is at school, Riley is down for another nap, and I am free so I came to see if you needed any help," Callie said before kissing her wife's lips again.

"You don't have any work?" Jada questioned as Callie wrapped those strong and secure arms she loved so much around her.

"It's Wednesday afternoon, remember? It's our time."

"Oh yeah," Jada said with a smile as she leaned back against Callie's chest.

It had been over a month since Riley was born and Callie and Jada settled into a good routine with her. Jada had the girls Monday and Tuesday when Callie was at the hospital all day. Callie adjusted her schedule and was now working half days on Wednesday, giving her time to head home, take Sofia to preschool, and spend some one on one time with Jada. Callie still worked Thursday and Friday from home, but they both agreed that having some time to themselves during the week was a good benefit.

"I'm just rearranging the closest for winter and getting rid of some things I don't want anymore," Jada told Callie. "And by rearranging, I also
mean moving more of your clothes to my side."

Callie chuckled. "I love when you wear my clothes."

"I'm wearing your sweatshirt and sweatpants right now."

"I know," Callie replied softly. "You're so adorable."

Jada began to shuffle through more clothes, stopping and seductively smiling when she found a bikini that belonged to Callie.

"I want to go back to Spain next year. Because you in a bikini with a Sangria was really fucking hot."

"I'll take you back to Spain."

"And Mazaltán. We don't need to see your family, but you are from such a beautiful place."

"I'll take you there too."

"No kids allowed either," Jada added. "Because you in a bikini is also going to require me to have sex with you. And I am not working myself around the girls."

"I'll make sure we go," Callie said. "Because you in a bikini is the hottest thing in the world."

"Calliope!" Jada tried to protest and turn around in her wife's arms.

But Callie held her in place. "You wanna wrestle?"

"I would not like to wrestle." Looking over her shoulder at Callie, Jada couldn't help but laugh. "You want to wrestle don't you?"

"Maybe."

"I'll tell you what. You help me for a little bit and I'll wrestle you when we're done."

"Deal."

Jada laughed again as Callie stood right in front of her and waited to be tasked. "Alright, come on silly."

•••

"I have something to tell you," Callie said as she entered the kitchen.

Focusing her attention on Callie and away from the vegetables she was cutting, Jada immediately raised an eyebrow in confusion. The brunette looked nervous and tense, something Jada was not used to seeing from her wife.

"Calliope, are you okay?" Jada asked softly.

Callie nodded timidly. "Yeah," she said quietly.

Jada put down the cutting knife and cleaned her hands before meeting Callie around the other side of the kitchen counter. Taking both of Callie's hands in hers, Jada began to rub the back of her wife's hands with her thumbs.

"Baby, what do you need to tell me?"

"I-I umm... I'm a-a lesbian. Now."

Jada didn't have anything to say right away. Not because of the topic, but because that was not what she expected to come out of her wife's mouth. At all.

"I just thought... that since I'm only attracted to you, I plan on continuing to have a sexual relationship with you, and you-you're a woman, and I'm not attracted to men anymore. I've never been attracted to anyone else but you since I met you," Callie rambled nervously. "So, I'm not bi if I'm not attracted to men. I have no interest in them.

"Is that it?" Jada asked her wife who was now shaking in front of her.

"Uh... yeah."

"Come here, Calliope," Jada said as she pulled Callie in for a hug. "You seemed afraid to tell me," Jada said, stating the obvious discomfort and panic radiating from her wife. "Why."

"I-I don't know," Callie said into her shoulder.

"Old habits?" Jada asked. "Of having to hide yourself?"

"Yeah."

While she hugged Callie, Jada felt the nervousness and the tension fade away. She didn't blame Callie for being a bit nervous to tell her. In the past, Callie had to hide herself and was disowned by her family for her sexuality. Even though Jada would never ever think any differently of her, she understood. The experience with her family was very traumatic for Callie and just everything that happened from the revelation of her sexuality, had been traumatic.

This was something Jada loved about her relationship with Callie. Not the part of Callie's family disowning her because she was bisexual, Jada thought about calling up Carlos and Lucia Torres and bitching at them, but, she got to see all of Callie.

On the outside, Callie was tough and badass, and Jada was really the only one who saw the vulnerable side of Callie. And it was touching just how much Callie had trusted her over the years to tell her something that had been horribly traumatic in the past. Because Callie was not one to show her vulnerability.

"You're safe with me," Jada whispered into Callie's ear before gently kissing her cheek. "And you are the cutest and most adorable lesbian in the entire world."

Jada smiled when she heard a soft laugh from her wife. "You will always be safe with me."