something missing..(G!p X Girl)

23. it's just dinner!?

All day long, freen had been trying unsuccessfully not to think about her dinner date with becky that evening. 

 It's not a date...she corrected herself as she flipped through the hangers in her closet, surveying her clothes.  
You're just having dinner with your wife. No big deal. You used to do that all the time. 

When she'd asked becky where they were going to eat, she had been deliberately vague, which left freen unsure of what to wear that evening. She didn't want to throw on skirt and a shirt, but she didn't exactly want to get all dressed up for becky, either.

  In the end, she selected a cream-colored cashmere sweaterdress, which she paired with a gold chain-link belt and a pair of tall brown high-heeled leather boots with long black coat.... Not too fancy, but not sloppy, either.  

The dress was still too large for her, but she was proud to have gained a few pounds over the last week or so.

She still didn't have that much of an appetite, but she was forcing herself to eat at least three meals a day...healthy ones, at that....and the discipline was paying off. Already freen had noticed that her collarbones and hipbones weren't quite so prominent beneath her clothing and that her skin didn't look quite so sallow anymore. 

As she brushed her hair, freen thought about the last time becky had come to the house. It had been the night she'd had the dream about the baby, when all she'd wanted was the comfort of becky arms. Even more than a week later, the dream still haunted her, but the fact that becky had shown up when she'd texted her, no questions asked… it made her feel reassured, like what she'd told her about being the same girl she'd been before was the truth.  

After becky made her tea, she'd sat with freen on the couch again for a while, becky arm around her shoulders.
They hadn't talked much, but she'd found becky presence incredibly comforting.
She'd sent becky home a few hours later, knowing they were both disappointed that she had done so. It would have been wonderful to fall asleep in her arms, to not have to lie in their big, cold bed alone, but freen didn't want to send becky the wrong signals.

If she told becky to stay, then she'd likely expect to sleep over again at some point in the near future, and she knew she wasn't ready for that. 

Since then, becky had been texting her at least once a day and once a night, under the guise of checking in on her.

freen now found herself automatically checking her phone for messages from becky throughout the day, and she never failed to be disappointed when she didn't see one.

This week's therapy session had been emotionally grueling, as always, but at least she and becky had talked to each other and voiced their feelings without yelling or calling each other names.

Under Sol's guidance, they'd discussed their fighting techniques and how to improve them; they'd also talked a little bit more about the loss of the baby and what it had meant to each of them. 

After the appointment, she and becky had lingered outside the office, making small talk. She suspected that becky hadn't wanted to leave her, and if she were honest with herself, she hadn't wanted to say good night to becky, either. 

That was when becky had asked her if she would go out to dinner with her on Friday night. Apparently becky had been serious about making an effort to win her back again.