Forever With You

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Music fills the room as their alarm clock goes off. Bridget reaches and shuts it off as quickly as possible. Franky lets out a groan as she reaches around Bridget and pulls their bodies flush against one another, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder, followed by another. Bridget smiles as she holds Franky's arm closer. "We should call off today, spend a lazy day together." Franky says as she continues to gently kiss her wife's shoulder. Bridget snuggles closer. "And how would that be different than any other lazy day together?" She knows the answer, she just wants to hear Franky say it. Franky sits up on her elbow causing Bridget to turn and look up at her. "It's our first day of married life, Mrs. Westfall. And I don't want to spend it with anyone but you." Franky smiles as Bridget reaches for her face, eyes glistening. She can only nod before Franky leans down and kisses her. She wraps her arms around Franky as the kiss deepens, and Franky moves a hand down her body and between her legs.

Across town, Allie lays in bed hugging Red's blanket to her. She smiles as she recalls the night before, when the "investigator" removed her disguise; and there stood Bea, alive and well. After the initial shock of watching her peel her face off, they were in each other's arms like nothing had ever happened. As much as she wanted to know the how's, why's and such, she just wanted to be in her lover's arms again and feel her body against hers; her soft lips on hers. And therefore, the first forty-five minutes of her visit, that's how they spent it. Clothes torn off, skin against skin, lips everywhere, soaking in as much of the other as possible before their time was up. Allie cried for Bea's loss and sacrifice, but after some tender kisses and soft words, understood it was for the greater good of bringing the Freak down once and for all. The hardest part going forward would be knowing the truth when "Rosie" made her visits. Not touching, kissing... 'damn, this is what Franky and Bridget went through. This fucking sucks.' Allie thought with a sad smile. But most importantly, if the trial goes as they hope, and the Freak is finally put away for good, everyone ever involved with her should receive a reprieve; meaning Allie and Bea could be together again in a few short months. Granted, Bea didn't elaborate on HOW that would be possible, considering she is thought dead, but that discussion could wait. Bea was alive, and that was enough to get Allie through whatever may be left of her sentence.

Maxwell and Maxine stumble into the kitchen of the safe house to find the counters filled with breakfast food. Maxwell shrugs as he gets his coffee, thinking his sister sent something over; not noticing the dirty pans and bowls filling the sink as Bea pours pancake batter into the frying pan. Maxine just shakes her head with a wide grin. She waits until Maxwell leaves, a plate full of bacon and eggs in hand, before walking up to Bea and nudging her shoulder. "We should get you laid more often." She says with a laugh. Bea blushes from head to toe. "Is it that obvious?" Maxine takes a sip of coffee. "That you're in love?" Bea just chuckles and gives her the finger before flipping the pancake.

Wednesday evening, Bridget comes home to find Franky putting the finishing touches on their dinner plates. "You're late." Franky says as Bridget kisses her hello. "I had an errand to run after work. Took longer than I expected." Franky wraps her arms around her waist and kisses her gently. "Everything okay?" Bridget smiles as she moves her arms around Franky's neck. "Everything is okay when I'm with you baby." She rubs their noses together before kissing her softly. "I'm starving." Franky smiles and wiggles her eyebrows. "Then I better feed you."

They are brought out of their make-out session by Franky's phone ringing. Franky bites her lip as she looks at her phone. "Sorry Spunky. I've got to take this." Bridget smiles and kisses her before taking their plates in hand. She watches as Franky answers the phone and walks into the other room. By the time she reaches the dining table, placing their plates on the table, Franky is back in the kitchen getting wine glasses. "All good?" Bridget asks before sitting. Franky turns after grabbing a bottle of wine. "Just checking in on Boomer's living arrangements." She replies while setting the bottle and glasses on the table. "Oh shoot. I forgot that's this week." Franky smiles. "Ready to donate some of those clothes from the closet." Bridget looks at her with shock. "Come on Gidge. You probably forgot you even had some of that stuff. And we need to empty the room for Boomer."