Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 3

"I hope he won't notice these have gone missing." Holly lifted the sippy cup in her hand, a big sloppy smile on her lips.

Gail laughed. "If he does we can just get him a new shiny one. But I don't think he'll care, we picked some low key ones."

Holly looked at the cups in their hands, her glasses on the end of her nose -apparently to help her sight-, and nodded as if grading a good paper.

"You're cute" Gail smiled lazily at her friend. She thought it all the time about the brunette, but she hardly ever said it aloud, maybe she was drunker than she thought. Gail's grin grew as she watched the blush run up Holly's neck and set high into her cheeks, the colour hit her inside the chest and filled her lungs. Yeah, definitely drunker.

Holly took a long pull from the bright pink sippy cup in her hand, shaking her head to rid of the harsh taste. Gail then followed suit.

"I'm sorry."

Holly's eyes darted to meet Gail's, her brows furrowed in confusion. "For what? Cute is typically a compliment."

She shook her head, then waited a few seconds for the room to still before correcting the brunette. "No no. I'm sorry for tonight, and for Shiloh." Gail explained, hoping she wouldn't have to go into details and that Holly would just understand by the way she was looking at her.

But there was no such luck.

"Tonight has been turning out quite awesomely, I mean we're sitting on the kitchen floor drinking vodka out of your sons sippy cups, it doesn't get much better than that. And as for Shy, you really don't have anything to apologize for. The kid's perfect, and if I'm still here after all those diapers and vomit, there's not much else to scare me away." Holly was giving her the look she always did when Gail was getting caught up in her insecurities, the look of pure love and patients and understanding.

"I know, but that's why I'm sorry."

The crease between Holly's brows deepened, she wasn't following, what she'd just said was positive so why was Gail apologizing for it? She leaned closer to the blonde, trying to get a better look at the now dark blue eyes, she could always tell what Gail was feeling by her eyes. All Holly saw was sorrow, fear, and something she couldn't describe. Something Gail was hesitant about.

"Im not following, can you elaborate?"

Gail shifted uncomfortably and took another big gulp from her sippy, holding both handles to tip far enough to get the last bit.

"I'm just saying that it must be hard, y'know? Like" she gestured wildly and sighed. The words weren't coming to her, how do you bring up this sort of thing and not just spill a huge can of worms. How do you talk about it without talking about? Gail growled low, barely making a sound, and met Holly's waiting gaze. Her god damn patient and loving gaze.

"The mom thing." She supplied the missing puzzle piece and anxiously waited for the tense reply.

Which didn't take long as Holly immediately stiffened, reeling back slightly, her jaw clenched and she stopped playing with a loose thread. She coughed before speaking.

"It's really not a big deal, it's fine, no need to apologize." Holly spouted quickly and stood, taking the small red cup from Gail's grasp. She went to the counter and undid all the lids needed to give them each a refill, Gail watched silently, knowing that Holly needed a moment to gather herself.

Holly still hadn't met her gaze, refusing to look at Gail let alone in the eye, but that didn't help her attempt at casual. Nothing she was doing was helping her seem okay and she knew it.

"I saw you looking at the drawing earlier, it's okay to not be okay with it." Gail sympathized, touching Holly's wrist in comfort before taking the proffered sippy cup.