LEGENDARY LOVE


Author Notes: Hello, everyone. Yes, I know I have quite some stories going on but don't worry, this isn't a full story. It'll be a list of firsts as I see them happening. There will be M rated chapters but you know, if you aren't comfortable with that, you can just skip them. Also, I'll rate this K+ until it gets more serious and then I'll change the rating. Also, I've added a list of the firsts I'll do, including this one:

First meeting

First kiss

First date

First try (that'll become clear in the chapter)

First time

First meeting with Brandon

First coming out

First fight

First adoption

First wedding

First grandchild

First death (sad…)


Stef walked into the house of her friends: Jenna and Kelly. It was Jenna's birthday and of course, Stef didn't want to miss that. She was with her husband, Mike who really wasn't amused with this. He had counted on an evening watching TV but Stef had decided otherwise. Well actually, she had told him two weeks prior that they were going to go and even though Mike didn't like Jenna and Kelly, he had agreed to attending… and now, he was sulking. They had just greeted the birthday girl and her girlfriend, and also their four-year-old son.

Stef glanced to her side and saw Mike looking around, quite uninterested. "Mike," She hissed. "Try to look as if you are enjoying yourself a little bit." She told him and Mike sighed.

"These people are weird… we're like… the only straight couple in here." He protested looking at a woman with deadlocks, tattoos and piercings.

"Stacey is a nice woman, who cares what she looks like?" She told him with an angry face. She didn't go insulting his buddies either. They were either drunkards or assholes.

They put on a friendly face as Kelly walked over with a glass of white wine for each of them. They smiled politely at her and then, when she had left, Stef turned back to Mike, who sighed. "I just don't understand why all of your friends are gay." He said and Stef huffed.

"I happen to get along with them. I don't really care who they sleep with and love, to be honest." She spat back. God, she was tired of him right now.

Mike didn't say anything back and took a big gulp of his wine. Stef decided to keep an eye on him, because he had a tendency to get drunk when he was mad and she couldn't have that happen. Not right now. "Go easy on that wine, okay?" She said, her voice softer than before, trying to maybe stop this fighting thing but apparently he was fed up with her. He slammed his glass down on the table, and yes, it broke. All eyes were on them and Stef thought she'd die of embarrassment.

"I'm going home." He spat and turned around, walking out.

"Mike!" Stef exclaimed and when the door slammed, she cringed. Great.

Kelly rushed over to start cleaning up the glass. "Let me help." Stef said, hoping people would stop the damn staring.

"No, it's fine. I got it." Kelly said with a friendly smile.

Stef sighed. "I'm so sorry." She apologized.

Kelly shrugged. "Don't worry about it, sweets." She said with a chuckle.

Stef decided that she needed some air so she made her way to the crowd to the door, she knew would lead to the garden. There, she sat on a bench and sighed. Things between them had been tense today, they had gotten on each other's nerves a lot but they always did that. Stef felt like she had married a friend who had a crush on her but she had always known that she didn't feel exactly the same for him but she could live with that. They were fairly happy together but lately, things had just not been good. They irritated each other and Stef found it harder and harder to deal with Mike's little alcohol problem. He didn't really help take care of Brandon when he was hung over, and he was hung over a lot.

The door opened and Stef looked up. A beautiful, African-American woman walked into the garden and walked over to her. Stef couldn't help but feel her heartbeat speed up. She must be the most gorgeous woman at this party, though she hadn't seen her before.

"Can I sit next to you?" The woman asked, glancing at the empty spot next to her. Stef nodded. The darker woman took place and sighed. Then it was silent for a minute. "Are you alright?" She wondered.

Stef looked at her and shrugged. "Yeah, sure… Just a fight. All couples have them, right?" She questioned.

Lena shrugged as well. "I guess… I mean, it's been quite a while since I had a real relationship. I'm more of a dating kind of girl… relationships are kind of… messy and I rather just hang out, have a good time and then move on. I guess it'll change once I've gotten a bit older and I'm a bit more advanced in my career." She explained. Stef smiled softly.

"I can understand that… right now, that sounds like a great idea but you know… I am married and I have a child so… guess that is not going to happen. It's fine, Mike is a good man. Just a little… short tempered, sometimes. He never hurt me though, if that is what you thought." She told the woman, who smiled.

"I don't think you are the kind of woman that would stay with an abusive man… You said you have a son, how old is he? What's his name?" The woman asked.

Stef grinned as her companion brought up her son. "His name is Brandon. He's four now. What's your name, because I haven't asked that yet?" She said.

The woman with the big hair smirked. Stef's heart skipped a beat but she ignored it. "Lena Adams." She told Stef. "You?"

"Stef Foster." She told her. "Well, Stefanie but I don't really go by that." She explained.

"Stef… nice name." Lena said as she crossed her legs, her elbow on the bench, supporting her head and looking right at Stef, who feels herself squirming under her intense gaze. She hates that Lena is so attractive. She shouldn't feel these tingles but she does.

Stef just smiled almost shyly at Lena. The door opened and Gretchen appeared. "Stop hitting on the straight girl, Lena and get inside. They're about to serve the cake." She said and Lena looked at Gretchen, or well, she glared at her.

"First of all, I was not hitting on her and second," for the next part she leaned a little closer to Gretchen, so Stef couldn't hear. "I don't think she is that straight." She took a step back, winked at Stef – who turned red – and then she walked inside.

To say Gretchen was in awe of this woman's skills was an understatement.


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