"I don't want to go to school!" Emily was standing in the middle of the dining room, tears streaming down her face. "And I don't want you to go to work. I want us to stay here."
"Em, love, you have to go to school, and I have to go to work. Now come on and get changed, so we can have breakfast." Bridget had just finished packing their lunches, and was trying not to make a big deal out of Emily's meltdown.
"No! You need to stay here!" the young girl insisted again.
"Why do I have to stay here?" The blonde crouched down beside her niece.
"Because there was an accident yesterday where you drive and you might get hurt, and Franky isn't here, and then I'd be alone." Emily was starting to not be able to control her breathing.
"Hey, hey, listen to me." Bridget waited until the young girl made eye contact with her. "First of all, I'm a very careful driver because I know how important it is to you that I'm safe. Second, no, Franky's not here right now, but she's not far away, and if, in the very unlikely possibility, that something happens to me, she'd come right home and look after you. Plus, Liz and Vera are around, so you'll always have someone with you, I promise."
"No! We need to stay here!" Emily was taking in big gulps of air again. "I feel sick."
Bridget knew the warning signs, and just had time to reach out and throw the kitchen garbage can in front of her niece before the young girl was sick. The blonde rubbed her back, and waited a couple of minutes until she was sure Emily was done.
"Let's go to the bathroom and wash up, okay?" Bridget led her to the sink, and turned on the warm water before she grabbed a washcloth for her from the cupboard.
As she watched Emily wash her face, she was torn as to what to do. She knew the young girl wasn't sick, she'd only thrown up because she'd gotten herself so worked up. If she forced Emily to go to school, it might very well happen again, and they'd be back where they are now, only having wasted another fifteen minutes or so. If she agreed to let her stay home, she'd have to take the day off as well, and her niece would have learned that throwing a tantrum works. She didn't mind staying home with her if she was actually sick, but that wasn't the case here. 'Do what this thinks is best.' She could almost feel Franky's fingers tapping her chest as she remembered her words.
Bridget sighed. "Alright, go change into clean pyjamas, I need to let Vera know I won't be in today, and I'll have to call Ms. Johns and let her know you'll be out for the day." The blonde saw the smile on Emily's face. "Hey, it's just this once, okay? We're both going back to school and work on Monday whether Franky is home or not."
Emily nodded, but Bridget knew this could very well become a daily fight until things were back to normal.
The blonde had made her phone calls, and was sitting on the couch waiting for Emily to return from her room. She was hoping that maybe they could talk a little bit, and the young girl would settle down enough that she'd agree to go to school and just be late instead of missing the whole day.
"Come here, love." Bridget opened her arms, but Emily was already on her way to sit on her lap whether she'd invited her or not.
"I'm sorry I threw up," the young girl said quietly as she settled in against her aunt.
"It's okay." The blonde placed a kiss on the top of her head. "We need to have a talk though, alright?" She felt Emily nod. "Do you know why you got sick this morning?"
"No."
"Well, most of the time when someone throws up it's because they caught a virus, like what happened the time that Franky took you to the doctor. Sometimes though, if someone is really upset, or feels anxious or nervous, they might get sick because that's how their body reacts to those feelings." She rubbed Emily's back while she talked. "When you have a virus, that sick feeling usually hangs around for a couple of days, but when you're just upset, you don't really feel sick before or after. You felt okay when you woke up this morning, and you feel okay now, yeah?"
"Yeah, but I don't want you to leave." The young girl held on tightly to Bridget's shirt.
"I know, I'm not going anywhere." The blonde rocked her gently in her lap. "We just need to talk about this so that it doesn't happen again. It's no fun being sick, right?"
"It hurts my throat," Emily said quietly.
"Yeah, it can do that." Bridget held her for a moment. "I know you get scared sometimes, but I promise that Franky and I will look after you, and make sure you're never alone. We love you so much."
"I love you, too. I just want both of you here." The young girl's voice gave away that she was starting to cry again.
"I want that, too. We just have to be brave for a couple more weeks. Can you do that with me?" Bridget didn't see the point in pretending that she wasn't feeling the same as Emily when it came to the brunette being away. It was hard on both of them.
"Yeah." Emily picked her head up from her aunt's shoulder.
"Do you feel like you could go to school now that we've talked a bit?" The blonde was hoping she'd say yes. Her niece enjoyed school, and she knew if she could get her to agree to go, she'd have fun and forget what she was worried about once she got settled in.
"No!" Emily started crying again.
"Okay, don't shout, love." Bridget wiped the tears from the young girl's face. She thought there may be something more bothering her today, but there was no sense in pushing her to talk any more right now. "Do you want some breakfast now?" Emily shook her head. "Alright. I want you to go get your books from school, and the math flashcards. I have some reports I have to do for work, so I want you to do some school stuff while I write those. We can both sit out here."
"Can I read to you?" The young girl ran her finger over the stones in Bridget's engagement ring.
"When I take a break. I want you to read on your own for awhile first." The blonde knew that asking to read to her was Emily's way of trying to keep her attention. She didn't want the day to be too much of a reward for her though, so she wanted her to read on her own, and not just watch TV or play with her toys all day.
While the young girl went to find her books, Bridget placed their lunch bags into the fridge. She opened Emily's water bottle, and added some ice to it.
"Here this will help your throat." The blonde placed the water bottle on the coffee table, and went to get her laptop.
As she was getting her laptop from her office, Bridget felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She looked at the screen, and saw it was a text message from Franky.
From: Franky
I have big news! I'll try to call later on when you're home. I love you xo.
The blonde debated whether to tell her that she was home right now. She knew that Franky would want to know why she wasn't at work, and that she would be concerned if she knew Emily had been sick this morning. They'd also promised not to hide things from each other while she was in there. Bridget tapped on the reply box.
To: Franky
That's great! Can't wait to hear it! I'm working from home today. Everything is fine, don't
worry. Call whenever you like. I love you too xo.
She'd no sooner hit 'send' before her phone vibrated again, this time with a call from Franky.
"Hey, baby." Bridget gave her a weak smile.
"Hey, is everything okay? Are you and Em alright?" Franky searched the background behind the blonde to see if she could find Emily.
"Yeah, it's fine now." Bridget sighed. "I was late picking her up yesterday because there had been an accident on the road ahead of me. She overheard me telling Liz, and this morning she started sobbing, and saying she didn't want us to leave the house. She got so upset she made herself sick." She glanced behind her to make sure the young girl hadn't heard her and come to see who she was talking to. "I didn't know what to do. She's calmed down now, so I made her get some books to read, at least do something so it's not just a free day."
"Shit, Gidge. You did the right thing. She probably would have just gotten sick again at school if you'd managed to get that far." Franky knew without a doubt that she would have made the same call as the older woman.
"Thanks. What was your news, baby?" The brunette had been so quick to ask how they were that Bridget hadn't had a chance yet to ask her what her news was.
"I got a black jacket!" Franky said with a huge smile on her face.
"Franky! That means you're in the finals, right?!" She saw the brunette nod excitedly. "That's amazing, baby! I'm so proud of you!" Bridget thought for a moment. "Wait, it's early for those though, right? You said you didn't get those until the second to last week of filming."
"I got it early. I guess Jared was impressed with the service last night." Franky's smile faded as she remembered the other events of the day before. "We lost Catherine and Jenna. I almost fucked up."
"Franky…" The blonde saw the look on the younger woman's face. "What happened?"
"He threw Jenna out there by herself because he knew she was the weakest. That's how she got eliminated, during the Cook for Your Life challenge. Afterwards, I had to say something, so I went up to him and let him have it. I was mad. I never touched him though." Franky looked up from the floor to try and gauge Bridget's reaction.
"It's okay to get mad, and he must not have minded since he gave you the jacket early. You're doing really well." The blonde gave her a warm smile. "Do you want to talk to Em?"
"I do, but I think it might not be a good idea. If she thinks I'll call during the day, that might be another excuse she'll use to want to stay home from school." The brunette hated that she was giving up the chance to talk with the young girl. "I'll call tonight and talk to her then. I promise."
"Okay." Bridget glanced behind her again. "I should go. I told her I was just coming in to get my laptop. She'll come looking for me soon."
"Alright. I love you, babe." Franky puckered her lips, and made a comically loud kissing sound.
The blonde giggled. "I love you, too."
It was late afternoon, and Bridget was once again sitting with Emily in her lap. The young girl had listened to her and done some school work, and let her get some of her reports written, but every time the blonde took a break, her niece was right back on her lap. She could tell by the way Emily was resting her weight against her that she'd either fallen asleep or was close to it.
Bridget heard the key in the door, then the doorknob turn. She felt the young girl turn her head a bit, waiting to see who it was. It was only a few seconds before the blonde recognized Vera's footsteps on the wooden floor.
"Hey," Vera whispered as she peeked around the corner. "I brought you guys something." She held up the bags she was carrying. "I thought maybe you could use a break from cooking, so I picked up some stuff from that place that makes the homemade meals that you just have to bake or heat up."
"Aww, that's so thoughtful. Em, love, I'm going to get up and talk with Vera for a minute, okay?" Bridget helped her niece move off her lap, and onto the couch. She joined her friend in the kitchen.
"How is everything?" Vera asked quietly.
"I'll put this food away, then let's…" The blonde nodded towards the patio, indicating that she wanted to talk somewhere that Emily couldn't hear them.
"Bridget, no offence, but you look tired," Vera said as she shut the sliding door behind her.
"Em wasn't sleeping well for a while, and I guess neither was I. I gave in and let her sleep in the bed with me, which helped a bit, but she thrashes around in her sleep more than Franky, so I get woken up a few times through the night." Bridget gave a weak smile as she sat down on the couch by the firepit. It wasn't uncommon for her to wake up to a hand on her face, or a kick to her leg. "This morning," the blonde said, shaking her head. "She heard me mention an accident yesterday on my way home, and she got so worried that she made herself throw up."
"Why don't you take some of your family leave?" Vera asked, taking a seat beside her friend.
"I don't know if that would solve the problem." Bridget sighed. "I think if I was home, she'd just put up a fight every day to stay with me. And what would I do? I think I'd go crazy here by myself all day alone."
"I wasn't really thinking of it like that, but yeah, you're right. I just thought you looked like you could use a break." Vera studied her friend's face. "What can I do?"
"You're doing a lot. You've been very lenient in letting me have time off to take Em to the lunch service, and today. The food was very generous as well." The blonde reached over and gave her hand a small squeeze. "You can always drop by for a visit whenever you'd like. Em loves spending time with you. We could have a girl's night."
"That sounds really nice actually." Vera gave her a smile.
"Why don't you stay for supper? Em seems to be feeling better, and it'll give us a chance to catch up. I know I haven't been overly talkative lately at work."
"Okay, sounds like fun." Vera gave a small nod.
"Franky!" Emily answered the brunette's call.
Vera had left not long ago, and now Bridget and her niece were spending a quiet evening together.
"Hey, bub!" Franky was glad that it seemed like the young girl was getting back to feeling like her usual self. "How are you feeling? Auntie said you stayed home from school today."
"Yeah I feel better." Emily paused for a moment. "When did you talk to Auntie Bridge?"
Bridget and the brunette exchanged looks.
"She sent a text this morning and I read it just before I called." Franky had forgotten that they'd decided not to tell her that she'd called earlier. "Would you like to talk about it?"
"I was scared because Auntie Bridge said there was an accident yesterday, and you're not here. I'd be alone," Emily said, quietly.
"Auntie is very careful, but if anything happened, no matter where I was, I'd come back right away. Nothing is more important to be than you guys." Franky knew without a doubt that was the truth.
The young girl nodded. "I know. That's what she told me, too."
The brunette was glad to see that she didn't seem too upset by it anymore. She decided to change the subject though, so as not to get her worried again so close to bedtime.
"What do you guys have planned for tomorrow?" Franky asked. It was always a bittersweet question. She wanted to hear all about their days, but it made her sad to not be involved in any of it.
"We're making Rex tomorrow!" The young girl's excitement was back. "And I'm going to wear my dinosaur pyjamas all day!"
"Oh that's awesome! You'll have to send me pictures, and show me the finished one next time I call!" At that moment, Franky wanted nothing more than to go home and make a clay dinosaur this weekend.
"Okay!"
Bridget tapped Emily on the shoulder, and the young girl knew that was the cue to say goodbye to the brunette for the night. After exchanging "I love yous", she made her way to her bedroom for a few minutes.
"I'm really glad she's feeling better." Franky had thought about what was happening at home many times throughout the day, and wondered how both Emily, and Bridget were doing.
"She was fine after she knew we were both staying home." The blonde sighed. "I guess there will always be things that trigger stuff like this. She'd been doing so well."
"Yeah, I think there will. You got through it though." The brunette gave her a small smile. Bridget simply nodded. "I can't wait to be done with this, and be home with you guys. I'm not letting go of either of you for a full day when I'm finally back for good."
"I don't think you'll get much of an argument on that." Bridget let out a small laugh.
"You doing alright?" Franky knew that the blonde would say she was, whether she was or not, but she always asked her anyway.
"Yeah. I'm just like you though, I'll be glad when it's done." She studied the younger woman's face. It was hard to believe it had been weeks since they'd shared a bed. "Tomorrow will be fun though."
"She seems really into dinosaurs now." It seemed like every time the brunette poke with her lately, she had a new fact to share.
"She's at that age where she's becoming like a sponge and just soaking everything in. She's asking more questions now, too." Bridget knew that even though Franky had only been gone a short time, she'd notice the change in Emily since she'd started school this year. "But yeah, the dinosaur thing is big right now. I can't get those pyjamas off her except to go to school. I'm going to have to see if I can find similar ones and buy a couple more pairs for her. She needs some new ones anyway, those are almost too small. Maybe I'll take her to do that tomorrow if we have time after we make Rex."
"Aww, she'll love that!" Franky heard the door open, and glanced up. She knew she always glared at whatever poor crew member they sent to tell her that her time was up for the night, but she couldn't help it. "I gotta go, Gidge. I'm sorry. I love you so much."
"It's okay. I love you too, baby." She kissed her fingers and held them up to the camera.
The brunette did the same before she ended the call.
Bridget was once again in the quiet of the house. After a minute, she heard Emily's door open. The young girl didn't come to the living room, but instead went into the master bedroom. The blonde didn't think anything of it, she thought maybe Emily was tired and wanted to sleep early tonight, or she'd gone in to get her teddy bear. The blonde turned on the TV, and looked for a show they could watch together. Bridget decided that if she didn't return in a few minutes, she'd go in and check on her.
The blonde had just found a show she thought they'd both enjoy when she heard Emily's footsteps in the hallway again.
"Can you paint my nails with this?" She handed Bridget a bottle of black nail polish as she climbed up to sit beside her on the couch.
The blonde turned the bottle over in her hand. "Where did you get this?" She knew where it came from, but she wanted to see if her niece was going to lie to her.
"It's Franky's." Emily looked up at Bridget, hoping she'd accept the half answer.
"Yes, I know. I asked where you got it from." The fact that the young girl had avoided giving a straightforward answer told her she knew what she'd done. "Where?" Bridget asked again when she still didn't get an answer.
Emily shrugged.
The blonde sat in silence, maintaining eye contact with the young girl. She could wait this out as long as she had to.
"The drawer," Emily said quietly.
"The one I told you not to look through the other night?" Bridget watched as she nodded. "Why did you think it was okay to look through it tonight?"
"I just wanted to use the nail polish." She was starting to realize that her aunt wasn't happy with her.
"The things in that drawer belong to Franky, and you know the rule about using stuff that belongs to other people. You have to ask first." This was something Emily had previously been pretty good about, so Bridget wondered why she had ignored it tonight.
"She's not here. I can't ask her. And I wanted to paint them tonight!"
"Love, you were just talking to her, and you talk to her almost every night. You can't ignore the rules just because it means you might have to wait." The blonde could tell her niece was starting to get upset.
"I didn't know I wanted to when I was talking to her!" The young girl's bottom lip started to quiver. "I'm sorry. Can you paint them now?"
"Not tonight." She shook her head.
"Why? I said I was sorry." The tears were threatening to spill from her eyes now.
"You did something you knew you weren't supposed to do, so there has to be a consequence for that. You're not allowed to use her polish." Bridget leaned forward and placed the bottle on the coffee table.
"Can I use it tomorrow?" Emily looked at the bottle, then at her aunt.
"No. If you had asked first, and she said 'yes', then I'd let you use it, but you took it without asking. If you want to paint your nails, then you'll have to use some of your birthday money to buy your own bottle." Bridget hoped she wasn't being too harsh. She knew the girl had some money left that Liz had given her for her birthday, and it was a good time to start teaching her that if she wanted something frivolous like that, and there wasn't a holiday or special occasion coming up, then she needed to use her own money. Of course, Bridget and Franky would always make sure she had anything she needed, but a bottle of nail polish wasn't a necessity.
The young girl didn't say anything, but Bridget could tell she was upset.
"Do you want to watch this show with me before bedtime?" The blonde pointed to the TV screen.
"No," Emily said, shaking her head. "I want to go to bed."
She didn't wait for Bridget's reply. She got off the couch, and went down the hallway.
The blonde leaned to the side to see which room she went in. She saw her niece hesitate for a moment, then turn into the master bedroom. She heard the rustle of the blankets, and knew that she'd settled into their bed for the night.
Bridget chose another show, and pushed 'play'. She figured that Emily needed some time alone right now, but she'd go in with her after she watched one episode.
"Are you mad at me?" the young girl asked as Bridget crawled under the covers on her side of the bed.
"No, I'm not. It's my job now to teach you certain things, so that you know what's okay, and what's not, when you get older." Bridget didn't ever want her niece to think that she was doing something simply out of anger. That's why she had chosen the word consequence, instead of punishment, when they talked earlier.
"I'm sorry." Emily moved to cuddle against her aunt.
"I know." Bridget brushed a strand of hair out of the young girl's face, before she put her arms around her. "Let's get some sleep. It's been a long day."
"Ready to make Rex?" Bridget asked. They had just finished breakfast, and she wanted to get an early start so they could go shopping.
"Yeah!" Emily said excitedly as she took a seat beside Bridget at the table.
"I found some pictures to help us." The blonde placed her iPad on the table so they could both see it.
"First we need to get this nice and soft." Bridget unwrapped the block of clay, and broke it in half. "You have to squish it in your hands like this." She showed the young girl how to do it.
After a minute, the blonde could see that Emily was struggling a bit.
"My hands are tired," the young girl said, placing her piece of clay on the table in front of her aunt.
"Here, let's trade." Bridget handed Emily the piece of clay she'd been working with, and picked up the one on the table in front of her.
It didn't take them long to finish their project, and once they had eaten lunch, Bridget decided they should make the trip to the store to get Emily some new clothes.
"I need you to go change out of your pyjamas so we can go to the store," Bridget said as she cleared their dishes off the table.
"But I want to wear dinosaurs." Emily held onto handfuls of her shirt as if someone was going to rip it away from her.
"I know, love, and I don't mind if you want to wear them around the house all the time, but you can't wear them outside." The blonde crouched down and put her hands on the young girl's shoulders. "And you can't wear the same pair all the time, so I'm taking you to get new ones."
"Ones with dinosaurs?" Emily started to cheer up.
"Sure, you can get whatever ones you want." Bridget smiled at her.
"I don't have anything else with dinosaurs." The young girl looked down at her clothes.
"If you go change into something else just for a little while, then we can go out, and you can get new pyjamas and other stuff with them on it, okay?" The blonde now realized that Emily wasn't saying she didn't want to change out of the pyjamas, but that she didn't want to wear something without a dinosaur on it.
"Okay." Emily didn't seem completely on board, but she started to walk to her room anyway.
"You have to stay close by while we're in here." Bridget had taken them to one of the bigger department stores, hoping that it would have lots of options for Emily to choose from. She felt the young girl take her hand, even though she hadn't told her to.
The blonde led them to the girls section, then found the sleepwear.
"Let go of my hand and let's look through the racks to see what's here." Bridget began flipping through the hangers on the rack. About halfway through, she was getting discouraged. She didn't see anything that matched what they were looking for, and she noticed that Emily didn't seem to have found anything yet either.
"There's nothing here." The young girl had looked through the entire rack, and not picked out anything she liked.
"Let's look over here." The blonde led her to the boys section of the clothing department. They had only just gotten there, when Bridget saw exactly what she was looking for. She picked up a T-shirt with a picture of Rex on the front. "Look at this, Em," she said, holding up the shirt.
"It's Rex!" She took the shirt from the blonde's hand, but after the initial excitement, she was quiet.
"What's wrong?" The blonde tilted her head to try and see Emily's face better.
"It's a boy's shirt." She held it out to her aunt.
"Do you like it?" Bridget hadn't taken the shirt back from her yet.
"Yeah," Emily said, quietly.
"That's all that matters."
"I'm allowed to wear it even though it's for a boy?" The young girl looked up at her.
"Of course! It doesn't matter if it says it's for boys or girls, if you like it then you can wear it. So we're getting that one?" Bridget pointed to the shirt that Emily was still holding.
"Yeah," she said with a huge smile on her face.
"Good! Let's look for some more." The blonde draped the shirt over her arm, and led Emily to the next rack of clothes.
After they'd looked through everything, Emily ended up finding three more t-shirts, and three pairs of pyjamas that she liked.
"Do they have nail polish here?" the young girl asked on their way to the checkout.
"They do, yeah." Bridget stopped walking since they were almost to the cosmetics section.
"Can I buy some?" Emily looked up at her aunt.
"Did you bring your money?" She watched as the young girl pulled a ten dollar bill from her pocket. "Okay, it's just over here."
Emily's eyes widened when she saw the large selection of colors to choose from.
"I want black like Franky's," she said, carefully looking at each bottle.
"The first one in the second row, love." Bridget wasn't impatient, but she knew they'd be there a lot longer than necessary if she left Emily to find it on her own.
"Can I get two?" the young girl asked, picking up the bottle of black polish.
"Let's figure it out. They cost three dollars each, so three plus three is how much?" The blonde knew that Emily had worked on math at this level for her homework, so she wanted her to figure it out.
"Six." Emily looked at the money in her hand. "I have ten. So I can get two."
"Very good. Which other color do you like?" She hoped she hadn't just started a long debate.
"Bright green like Rex!" Emily's attention shifted to the section with the neon shades, and she ended up picking one that was more a bright lime green than dinosaur green, but her aunt didn't point out the difference.
"Alright, let's go pay."
Bridget let Emily go first when they got to the checkout. The young girl was quiet on the way home, and when the blonde looked in the rearview mirror she could see her peeking into the bag of clothes they'd bought.
Bridget and Emily had had a fun afternoon and evening. Once they'd gotten home, the young girl had made Bridget wash and dry her new clothes right away so she could wear one of the new pairs of pyjamas to bed that night. Emily had then asked to watch Toy Story again while Bridget painted her nails, alternating between the black and green she'd chosen. When they were done, Emily called them her dinosaur nails.
They young girl had gone to bed, but Bridget was still awake, sitting on the couch. She was tired, but she wanted to tell Franky that Emily had agreed to be on the show. She decided to give it another half hour, and if there was no call by then, she'd assume that the brunette wasn't going to be able to talk that night.
After about fifteen minutes, her phone vibrated on the couch cushion beside her.
"Hey, baby." She smiled when Franky's face appeared on the screen.
"Hey, Gidge. Sorry, it's so late. We had a surprise service tonight. One of the Blue team went home though so now we've all got our black jackets!" The brunette tilted the phone a bit so Bridget could see what she was wearing.
"Hot. No worries, I'm glad it went well for you." She couldn't help the yawn that escaped her mouth. "So who's left now?"
"Me, Lucas, Heather, Shayne, and Hank." Franky listed off the names.
"Hank? Really?" Bridget had picked him as one to be voted off early.
"I know." The brunette shrugged. "He's an asshole, but apparently he can cook."
"That's surprising." The older woman shook her head. "There's something I need to tell you. Something happened the other night." Bridget saw the look on Franky's face. "It's nothing that bad, but I want you to know. A few nights ago, I caught Emily looking in the drawer in your bedside table. I told her it wasn't nice to look through people's stuff and to close it, and she did. She never asked any questions about anything, so I left it at that."
Franky nodded, but in her mind she was frantically trying to remember everything she had in there.
"Last night, she came out with your bottle of nail polish and asked me to paint her nails, so obviously she'd looked through it again. I told her she wasn't allowed to use yours, and made her use some birthday money to get her own." The blonde studied the younger woman's face. She'd been quiet the whole time, but Bridget wanted to know what she was thinking.
"I would have let her use it if she'd asked, but I get the whole principle of it, and why you said she had to get her own. I'm just glad she didn't ask about anything else she saw in there." Franky let out a nervous laugh.
"She didn't seem too concerned with it. She might ask someday, but she doesn't care about it yet." The blonde gave her a small smile.
"This parenting thing might give me a heart attack. I don't think I can handle answering questions about sex." The brunette's eyes were wide.
Bridget gave a small giggle. "It'll be okay, baby, I promise." She saw Franky glare at someone off screen. "Time to go?"
"Yeah." The brunette sighed. "I'll try to call earlier tomorrow so I can talk to Em and she can show me her dinosaur nails."
"You'll probably get a fashion show too. She got lots of clothes today." She gave the younger woman a sleepy smile.
"Excellent. Go get some sleep, Gidge, you look tired." Franky blew her a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Bridget returned the kiss, and when the screen went black, she made her way to the comfort of her bed.
