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First Home

Kids asleep, Marissa found herself unpacking yet another box in the kitchen. It was amazing, she thought, for as much as they ate out Bianca sure had a large amount of kitchen items. She chuckled. She only had hand-me-downs from her mom's restaurant. Then Marissa realized that they were consolidating their items, not dividing them... and it felt wonderful.

It was just then that Bianca walked in, looking as if she had an agenda. She reached for Marissa's hand and caught the first two fingers. "Come with me," she said, brows raised. The two walked up the stairs, down the hall to the master suite, and without warning Bianca quickly turned to whisk Marissa up and carry her in. It surprised her a little, but when she looked at Bianca's face, Marissa realized there was no point in protesting the silly ritual. She didn't really want to anyway. Once in the room, Bianca kissed her lips sweetly and then whispered "welcome home." It was at that moment that Marissa knew she would be with this beautiful woman the rest of her life. So first things first.

"You probably don't know how to make a bed do you?" Bianca didn't answer. She just looked down, hoping Marissa would forget the question. "Well, it's about time you learned. And I insist on hospital corners."

As they made the bed together, Marissa noted another first. This was the first time she heard Bianca hum. She wondered to herself if Bianca could carry a tune. Then it occurred to her that she didn't know much about Bianca's interests in school. She knew a lot about the business side of her friend, but not so much about what entertained her.

So she asked, "what kinds of things did you like in high school?" In her head, Marissa also asked "do you think we would have been friends?" Bianca smiled, she wondered where this was going. Marissa started talking faster, "I was really into show choir. Nerdy, right? My parents even drove me to NYC to see Kristin Chenoweth for her last performance in Wicked." Marissa knew it was important to share similar interests so she was a bit nervous about the answer. "Actually, I kind of preferred Idina" stated Bianca. But I never got to see them preform together." From there, things took off. The two keep talking about what they liked and didn't like. For hours, conversations moved from shows, to art, to what daily wardrobes were like back in middle school.

And then, as if satisfied, Marissa was done talking. Their deep connection didn't need to be proven anymore. "What if I had never found you?" she said. "Somehow I think I always felt an emptiness until I met you."

"Well, we don't have to worry about that do we?" "And just to be sure we don't lose this, what about if we make this room home base? Where the world isn't allowed... just you and me," Bianca said. "I want us to stay just as much in love as we are right now. And I know we'll need to protect that. OK?" Marissa nodded. "And that way, we'll have the rest of our lives to get to know each other. No rush." Bianca paused and her eyes changed from friend to lover. "But just so you know, I already know how our story will end." Marissa now knew she had both: someone to laugh with and someone to love. That was a first for her. For the rest of the night they were the later.

When Marissa woke the next morning, legs tangled w/ Bianca's, she listened as their breath followed the same patten. She softly whispered to herself "yeah, I'm home."