Forever With You

Chapter Sixteen

Vera watches as Boomer leaves the office and reaches for her cellphone. She scrolls through the contact list and selects Bridget's number. "Hello?" Bridget says while trying to compose herself. "Bridget? It's Vera. Are you alright?" Bridget lets out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, no. I don't think I can do this anymore Vera." Vera sits up in her chair. "What happened Bridget?" She dreads what Franky could have done that would get her friend this worked up. "I think. I think something is going on with Franky and Erica." Vera scoffs and fights a dry heave. She coughs to compose herself as she recalls a quite distraught Boomer telling her the argument she heard between Erica and Franky, which Will confirmed. "I really don't think..." "There is proof Vera! Someone sent me photos!" Vera swallows hard. "Photos of what exactly Bridget?" Bridget lets out a sob. "Erica had her hand practically in Franky's lap last night. And the worst part is, I defended Franky's actions last night. She got sick after being confronted by Erica and I defended her..." her sobs don't allow her to finish her sentence. Vera remembers the words repeated to her 'What the fuck were you thinking, touching me like that?'. "Was anyone around? Are you sure it wasn't Erica trying to make a move?" Bridget sniffs. "It's hard to tell because the photos were zoomed in on their laps. But..." "Was Franky alone with her at all last night?" Bridget shakes her head even though Vera can't see her. "No. And it was definitely pictures from last night cause I'd remember that slutty outfit Erica was wearing anywhere." Vera smiles even though she knows Bridget is too upset to see what's happening. "Bridget dear. Could someone be trying to upset you by sending you closeups of something that didn't really happen, or mean what it looks like?" Bridget pauses as she thinks. "You know how certain angles can make things appear like something it really isn't. And I really don't think Franky would do anything, especially not in front...she wouldn't do that to you. She knows I'd kill her." Bridget lets out a soft laugh. "Come on Bridget. You really think Franky would give up everything she has worked so hard for, with and for you, for a fling from the past?" Bridget sniffs and wipes her nose. "You're right Vera. I just overreacted when Franky ignored my advances." Vera shakes her head. "Maybe she had something else in mind. And besides, if you hadn't gotten those pictures, would you have reacted the same way?" Bridget slumps her shoulders. Vera hit the nail on the head with that question. "You're right Vera. I never stopped to think of that." Vera smiles, "and if it's any consolation. Boomer and Will overheard them arguing about this exact thing this morning. Franky was livid that Erica pulled such a stunt. That she told her from the beginning that nothing was ever going to happen between them." Bridget smiles to herself. It's the same thing Franky told her she said when she was first approached by Erica. "Vera, I've got to go. I need to apologize." Vera smiles and rubs her stomach. "I was calling to tell you let you know about that argument. I didn't realize something had already happened. Boomer is worried about Franky. She doesn't want Erica fucking things up with you two. She sees the tension every time they are near each other. And I don't mean sexual tension." Bridget lets out a heavy sigh. "And one more thing. Ferguson hasn't had any contact with anyone but her niece Joanne." Bridget raises an eyebrow. "Ok. And thanks Vera. I owe you one." They say goodbye before ending the call.

Bridget opens the bedroom door slightly then proceeds into the bathroom to freshen up. Franky tiptoes into the bedroom, just as Bridget expected. "Um, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did..." Bridget walks up and cuts her off with a passionate kiss. Franky hesitates before wrapping her arms around Bridget's waist. Bridget does the same and pulls her closer before deepening the kiss. When she breaks the kiss for air, she backs away slightly and caresses the side of Franky's face. "I'm sorry baby. I overreacted." Franky frowns as she looks deep into her eyes. "I didn't want you to know she touched me. It's what made me sick last night. The fact that she even had the balls to do that with you right there, let a lone at all. She knows I'm not interested. I don't know..." Bridget places a finger over her lips. "I know about your argument this morning. Boomer overheard it and was worried about you. Vera just called to see if everything was okay." Franky looks down towards the floor. "And lunch today..." Bridget says while lifting her chin to make eye contact again. "I know Erica had nothing to do with that, or before dinner. I just let the photos get the better of me. But I can't help feeling jealous, because of your past with her." Franky's eyes fill with tears. "Gidge..." Her heart aches with so much love she can't find the words to finish her thought. "I know baby." Bridget says before resting her forehead against the brunettes. "You know what they say right?" She raises her eyebrows as curiosity fills Franky's face. "The best sex is makeup sex." Franky begins to smile, causing a tear to slide down her cheek. "That is, if you'll have me." The last word barely left her lips before Franky's are on them.