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Book Spotlight: WATER MUSIC by Marcia Peck
Today's book spotlight shines on WATER MUSIC: A CAPE COD STORY by #MarciaPeck, published by #SeaCrowPress. #fiction #historicalfiction #familysaga #AuthorMarketingExperts @Bookgal
Water Music: A Cape Cod Story by Marcia PeckISBN: 9798986567686 (Paperback)ASIN: B0C15CNBMG (Kindle edition)Page Count: 242Publisher: Sea Crow PressRelease Date: May 5, 2023Genre: Fiction | Historical Fiction | Family Saga
The bridge at Sagamore was closed when we got there that summer of 1956. We had to cross the canal at Buzzards Bay over the only other roadway that tethered Cape Cod to the…
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"Water Music: A Cape Cod Story" by Marcia Peck
A way with words through music.
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Water Music: A Cape Cod Story
Marcia PeckSea Crow Press (2023)ISBN: 979-8986567686Reviewed by Nadica Terzieva for Reader Views (12/2023)
“Water Music: A Cape Cod Story” by Marcia Peck is a beautifully written story about the struggles of familial relationships through the eyes of 11-year-old Lily Grainger. Lily’s family goes on an annual summer trip to Cape Cod, and this is the summer that her…
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Femme Fatale Booklist: Decentering Men, Feminist Dating, & Childfree Living
Books On Decentering Men/Feminist Perspectives On Dating (for the times you're in need, you know):
A Single Revolution by Shani Silver (most important rec, IMO!)
Patriarchy Stress Disorder: The Invisible Inner Barrier to Women's Happiness and Fulfillment by Valerie Rein, Ph.D
What a Time to Be Alone: The Slumflower's Guide to Why You Are Already Enough by Chidera Eggerue
How To Get Over A Boy by Chidera Eggerue
All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister
Enjoy Your Solo By Mary Delia Allen
How to Be Single and Happy by Jennifer Taitz
Singled Out: How Singles Are Stereotyped, Stigmatized, and Ignored, and Still Live Happily Ever After by Bella DePaulo, Ph.D
On Our Best Behavior: The Seven Deadly Sins and the Price Women Pay to Be Good by Elise Loehnen
We Are Not Born Submissive: How Patriarchy Shapes Women's Lives by Manon Garcia
The Seven Necessary Sins for Women and Girls by Mona Eltahawy
Down Girl: The Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne
Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men by Lundy Bancroft
Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists: The Truth about Extreme Misogyny and How it Affects Us All by Laura Bates
Fed Up: Emotional Labor, Women, and the Way Forward by Gemma Hartley
The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love by Bell Hooks
All About Love: New Visions by Bell Hooks
Books On Childfree Living:
Women Without Kids: The Revolutionary Rise of an Unsung Sisterhood by Ruby Warrington
Childfree by Choice: The Movement Redefining Family and Creating a New Age of Independence by Amy Blackstone
Confessions of a Childfree Woman: A Life Spent Swimming Against the Mainstream by Marcia Drut-Davis
Regretting Motherhood: A Study by Orna Donath
No One Tells You This: A Memoir by Glynnis MacNicol
25 Over 10: A Childfree Longitudinal Study by Laura Caroll
The Baby Matrix: Why Freeing Our Minds From Outmoded Thinking About Parenthood & Reproduction Will Create a Better World by Laura Caroll
The Baby Trap by Ellen Peck
Policing the Womb: Invisible Women and the Criminalization of Motherhood by Michele Goodwin
Without Children: The Long History of Not Being a Mother by Peggy O'Donnell Heffington
#intersectional feminism#feminism#feminist#women empowerment#womens rights#intersectionality#social justice#patriarchy#purity culture#female gaze#female excellence#female power#female writers#it girl#femme fatale#female sexuality#the feminine urge#queen energy#dark feminine energy#high value woman#childfree#internalized shame#dark femininity#decentering men#girl advice#girl blogging#personal growth#book recommendations#book rec list#booklover
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Turmoil; Chapter 7
Roman Roy x Reader
a/n: catch the easter egg hehe
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Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.
After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.
“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.
“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”
“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”
“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.
“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”
“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.
“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”
“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.
“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”
“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”
“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”
“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.
He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.
You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.
You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.
While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.
You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.
Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.
Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.
To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.
“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”
You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.
“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”
You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”
He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”
“What a firm name,” you say blandly.
“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”
“So you’ve been around a while, then?”
“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.
“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.
“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”
Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”
As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.
“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”
“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.
“Er, tax fraud.”
”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.
“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”
“Clients, huh?”
Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.
Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”
Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.
“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”
You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.
Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”
You laugh. “You said that?”
“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”
You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”
“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.
“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”
You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.
He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.
You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.
Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.
Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.
Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.
Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.
As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.
After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.
Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.
“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.
He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”
“I literally just got it.”
“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.
“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”
”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.
“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.
“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”
“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”
You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”
You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.
“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.
“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.
“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.
“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”
“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”
“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”
You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”
“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”
“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.
He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”
“Hm?”
He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.
It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.
“Good night, Y/N.”
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The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”
You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.
Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”
“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”
He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”
The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.
Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.
“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.
“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”
“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”
“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.
“What? It’d be fun, I think.”
“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”
The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.
“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.
The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.
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Ooohhh can I have #4 for Anarcia please 🥺
It’s a short little Drabble but I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3 (also as a certified personal heater myself, this prompt really spoke to me)
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Marcia could stay here forever, Anetra’s lithe frame pressed against her back, face buried in her neck as she snored softly. It still felt like a dream, something she had imagined for so long but never truly expected to happen. But here she was, curled in Anetra’s arms, warm skin against warm skin. Anetra shifted, snuggling impossibly closer, warm breath tickling at the hairs on the back of Marcia’s neck.
Marcia moved carefully, not wanting to wake Anetra. Not when she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. She turned in her arms, facing the girl beside her, taking a moment to admire her naked figure; all smooth lines and gentle slopes, tanned skin and intricate tattoos. She let her fingers ghost along the lines of the butterfly that she had spent the past few hours kissing and biting and panting against. The memory sent a jolt of pride through her, knowing that she was the one who got to touch her like that, to make her feel that good. Hopefully, this would just be the first time of many.
Marcia’s stomach let out a pitiful growl and she sighed, fingers moving up to brush against Anetra’s lips before she leaned down to ghost a kiss. “I’ll be right back,” She murmured, albeit there was no need since Anetra was still fast asleep. She carefully extracted herself from Anetra’s grip, rolling out of bed and making her way towards the kitchen.
She knelt down in front of the fridge, shivering slightly at the cold air on her bare skin.
“Marcia?”
Marcia jumped slightly, getting to her feet and turning to come face to face with Anetra, clad in a silky red robe that was draping off her shoulders and covering nothing.
“What are you doing up?” Marcia asked gently, closing the fridge and stepping over to close the distance between them, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Anetra chased after the kiss, strong hand coming to hold the crook of Marcia’s waist.
“My personal heater went away,” She murmured against her lips. Marcia laughed softly at that, pressing her body against Anetra’s.
“Well we can't have that. I wouldn’t want you to be cold,” Marcia breathed out, arms moving to wind around Anetra’s neck.
“Exactly, it’s essential you come back to bed. I’m sure we can find something fun to do to keep us warm.” Anetra smirked. Marcia rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling back so she could start towards the bedroom.
“I have a few ideas.”
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Reminders of Her-Sashnetra pt 3
AHHH!! It's finally done!! My little 6am idea is now a completed fic. Thanks to everyone who kept invested in this <3
CW for marijuana use
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“Miss Sasha?”
“Sweetie, I told you don’t have to call me that anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
After a few months of dating Anetra and they were getting more serious in their relationship, Sasha wanted to be more of a part of Jace’s life as well. She and Anetra sat Jace down a few weeks before and slowly explained that they were dating and Sasha wasn’t just his dance teacher anymore.
Luckily, he accepted it much better than they expected, considering Jace only knew a single-parent house his entire life.
“That’s okay. Did you need something?” Sasha turned to look at the young boy sitting on the couch with her as they watched The Parent Trap on the television.
Jace looked down the hall and saw that Anera was still in the bathroom getting the bath ready for him. “I was just gonna say that you make Mommy happy.”
“You think so?” Sasha tried to hide the surprise on her face, even though hearing that made her heart beat faster.
The boy nodded as they both heard the door to the bathroom open. He leaned closer and whispered, “I see her smile a lot more now, and Auntie Marcia said the same thing.”
“Okay, buddy, it’s bath time, and then off to bed,” Anetra said as she walked back into the living room. Jace jumped off the couch and took a couple of action figures with him to the bathroom.
“I’ll get going then. Thanks for inviting me over for dinner.” Sasha took her jacket from the back of the couch and kissed Anetra on the cheek as a goodnight.
“It’s pretty late. Maybe you could spend the night?” Anetra offered, wringing her hands nervously. Anetra sometimes crashed at Sasha’s apartment when Jace was at a babysitter’s, but Sasha never slept over at Anetra’s small townhouse.
Sasha thought momentarily and realized she still had a change of clothes from a canceled dance competition in her car. “I would love to spend the night here.” she smiled as Anetra gave her an excited peck on the lips before going back to the bathroom.
Sasha spent more and more nights over with Anetra. Eventually, more of her clothes and other belongings took space in Anetra’s bedroom, and she spent more time there than in her apartment.
When it was time to renew her lease and the rent was getting raised, Sasha was looking at her other options.
“Most of your stuff is already over here; why don’t you just move in?” Anetra shrugged as a suggestion one evening as she and Sasha sipped on the Pinot Grigio that they kept in the upper cabinet.
“Are you inviting me to move in?” she asked for her girlfriend to clarify.
“Well, we’ve been together for almost a year, and I live close to the studio. But if you don’t want to, I understand.” Anetra explained, seeming slightly nervous.
Sasha reached over and held Anetra’s hand. “Let’s do it. I want to move in with you.”
They took an entire weekend to move the rest of Sasha’s belongings across town to her new home. She sold her large furniture pieces beforehand, and she and Anetra spent almost an entire afternoon rearranging the furniture in the living room for everything else to fit.
“I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted,” Sasha said as she flopped on the bed after unpacking the last box.
“I’m feeling some muscles that I haven’t used in years,” Anetra said as she stretched her arms above her head, then twisted her torso from side to side. “But I think we deserve a treat for all our hard work.”
“A treat?” Sasha asked as she watched Anetra pull out a small wooden box from underneath the dresser. Once she looked closer, she recognized an intricately carved lotus flower on the top.
She knew she had seen this box before but couldn’t figure out where it came from. She watched Anetra open the box to reveal rolling papers and a small plastic bag of marijuana.
After a few seconds of thought, Sasha remembered seeing this box from a hookup several years ago, but she wasn’t sure why Anetra had it. “That’s a pretty box. Where did you get it?” she asked, hoping that it sounded like a casual question.
“Malaysia got it custom-made when I made it to the semifinals of the national team. It was a few months before I had to quit taekwondo.” Anetra explained as she passed Sasha the joint she finished rolling. “Why do you ask?” she asked, dark eyes slightly narrowed.
“Oh, I was just wondering. It just seemed familiar to me, that’s all.” Sasha said and felt the need to change the subject after she noticed Anetra’s slight reaction. “Maybe we should start looking at kindergartens tonight,” she suggested as she took a lighter from the box.
“You want to get high and look at kindergartens together?” Anetra asked, tilting her head. Jace turned five in the spring, and they both knew they would have to start looking at school districts in their area.
“Isn’t that what all weed parents do?” Sasha asked as a rhetorical question but realized that indicated that she just called herself a parent, although she never considered herself as his stepmother.
“I guess we could.” Anetra shrugged, “Might as well look for schools now so we can get him into one of the good preschools.”
They found the nearest primary school with good reviews close to their neighborhood and filled out the short pre-enrollment questionnaire. Soon, they received the email for the community-wide enrollment day and the list of school supplies.
The enrollment day quickly approached, but luckily Jace seemed excited to start going to school soon. They got into the preschool building for enrollment day and sat and asked a list of questions as the staff member typed on the laptop in front of them.
The sound of the clacking keyboards and other parents’ voices filled the room as the preschool staff asked the next question, “Alright, and on this form, it says that his middle name is Isaiah?”
Sasha nodded and glanced over to Anetra in the chair next to her. She noticed that Anetra’s face changed slightly as her girlfriend spoke up, “It’s uh- it’s not Isaiah,” she said, wringing her hands together in nervousness.
Sasha tried not to show her surprise as she looked to the staff member for them to continue. “So what is your child’s middle name then?” the woman asked.
Anetra looked into Sasha’s eyes, a mixture of panic and sadness in her eyes, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
Before Sasha could ask what Anetra meant by that, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach when she heard what Anetra said next.
“It’s Sasha. His middle name is Sasha.”
Something in Sasha’s mind told her this wasn’t just a coincidence.
All the pieces about Anetra that stuck out to her were slowly coming together. Her red hair, the blocked Instagram account, and the wooden box made sense to her. Sasha looked through the old messages that Anetra sent her almost six years before, and she mentally did the math on the car ride home.
The memory was still blurry, but a part of her remembered that girl with the red hair years ago. The girl she slept with once, but then never stopped bothering her, and even showed up at her old job.
Anetra never mentioned who Jace’s other parent was, and Sasha never felt like it was her place to ask about it. She never considered looking for his birth certificate or other paperwork.
She’s the one who got Anetra pregnant all those years ago and kicked her to the curb. She wasn’t sure how she managed to push away her feelings until she and Anetra could talk later that night.
The car ride home was dead silent. They only spoke to Jace or if it was necessary for the rest of the day. They didn’t want to argue around him, so they silently agreed to talk after Jace’s bedtime.
“He’s fast asleep,” Anetra said as she returned to the living room. The television was still on, but neither of them had the focus to watch anything.
“When were you going to tell me?” Sasha asked, the anticipation of so many unanswered questions bubbling to the surface.
“I wanted to tell you, but you didn’t remember me. I didn’t even know where to start to explain everything to you,” she said, sitting on the other side of the couch and drawing her knees closer to her chest.
“Start at the beginning. I need to know everything.”
“I can do that.”
Anetra spent the rest of the evening telling everything she could to Sasha. How she felt so stressed from training every day, her friends encouraged her to have a night out at a rave. Nothing was supposed to come from it, but then she met Sasha.
She didn’t think much after the night they slept together. Until weeks later, when she felt sick every morning, as well as her breasts grew and felt more tender. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her until she realized during a conversation with her coach that she missed two periods.
She knew from the drugstore test Marcia bought her that she was pregnant, but it didn’t feel real. She didn’t want to believe it herself, but Sasha had to know. Anetra started sending short messages to Sasha while she was still busy figuring out what this meant for her career.
It didn’t feel real until she heard the heartbeat for the first time. The doctor said that she was about nine weeks along, and she kept the pictures of the scan on her phone’s home screen.
She got more desperate to tell Sasha by sending messages as often as possible. But then Sasha’s profile disappeared for her, and she panicked.
While she thought of a plan, Marcia and Malaysia stalked Sasha’s Instagram stories and found out she worked at a dance studio nearby. She was almost twelve weeks along by then and started getting a visible bump under her clothes.
She knew any possibility of co-parenting with Sasha would never happen because of the furious look in her eyes that day at the old studio. Telling her was immediately thrown out, as Sasha clearly said she wanted to be left alone.
The only thing she didn’t tell Sasha was how much she cried after Sasha told her that she wanted nothing to do with her. Or she wanted to invite Sasha to the next ultrasound appointment to find out the baby’s sex.
“My dad found a year-long program at the community college, and I enrolled. He and my stepmom let me stay with them until I graduated and had a steady job. Jace was about a year old when we were ready to be on our own,” she told Sasha instead as she finished her story.
Sasha was silent for several moments until she spoke, “How are you sure it was me? That got you pregnant, I mean.”. It was the only question that came to mind after hearing all that information.
Anetra nodded, her eyes looking slightly hurt. “I’ve never been interested in men, and you’re the only trans woman I’ve had sex with,” she explained.
“Oh.” was all Sasha could think to say, her mind still grasping that she’s had a kid she didn’t know about for years.
“It’s getting late, but we can talk more in the morning,” Anetra said as she stood up from the couch.
“You’re right, it’s been a long day,” she said, following the younger woman to the bedroom, both just wanting to go straight to bed for the night.
No matter how tired Sasha felt after that day, she couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, her mind was active with racing thoughts.
She thought about the fact that she was a deadbeat parent for years, all because her damn pride wouldn’t let her hear Anetra out. But if they did talk that day and agree on a co-parenting plan, would they even be in a relationship? This was something she wasn’t sure of.
Then she realized that Anetra was the one to suggest that they go on a date. Anetra was also the one to suggest that Sasha moved in with her. She wasn’t even sure if Anetra knowingly enrolled Jace into Sasha’s class or if it was just a coincidence.
All these new revelations became overwhelming, and she fell back into the old habits she had buried years ago.
Finding a duffel bag, Sasha stuffed in clothes and a few toiletries as she scrambled in the darkness. Giving one last look to Anetra’s sleeping form, she pushed down the guilt that bubbled up in her chest.
At least this time, although it was short, she bothered to leave her a note.
I need some time alone to process all this.
I’m sorry.
Over the next few days, Sasha only spent time at the dance studio or crashing at Kylie’s house. She spent more time in the studio’s office during the week to avoid Anetra coming in to look for her.
Luckily for Sasha, avoiding Anetra was much easier than she thought. No calls, no texts, and she didn’t even see her. But she was starting to miss being around her and Jace, even if she didn’t feel ready to return yet.
“Finally coming out of your cave?” Kylie asked as Sasha walked behind the front desk, looking away from the dancewear catalog.
“Only because I wanted a snack..” Sasha answered as she looked through the drawer that the staff kept their stash of different chips in.
The front door's electric bell chimed, and both women looked up. They had no classes until the afternoon, and they weren’t getting any deliveries for the day, so both looked to see who was coming in.
A familiar tall blonde walked through the lobby, and Sasha gave her a confused look, “Marcia? What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” Marcia said, putting their manicured nails on the desk between them. “Before you ask, Anetra doesn’t know I’m here.”
Sasha tried her best to keep her voice level, “What did you want to talk about?” she asked as Kylie quietly left to sit in the office.
“I’m not going to stay quiet anymore, but Anetra has been worried sick since you left,” Marcia said, their eyes looking serious. “I know being a parent might seem scary, but she deserves more than just you disappearing and leaving with just a note.”
Sasha glanced at her phone, “She hasn’t called me or anything. I told her that I just needed some time.”
“She doesn’t want to be too pushy about it, but she’s already really stressed about Jace being upset and not eating-”
Sasha felt worried suddenly, “Wait, Jace isn’t eating?” She’d seen Jace sick before, but knowing that Jace was her son changed her concern drastically.
Marcia shook their head, “Netra can only get him to have some Pediasure since he’s refusing to eat everything else. All he says is that he’s sad that you’re not home anymore.”
“I need to go see my son,” Sasha said to herself, then realized that was the first time she ever called Jace her son. “I think he needs me.”
As Marcia left, Sasha hurried into the office to get her purse and jacket. Kylie turned in the rolling chair to look at her friend. “I thought there was something about that kid that seemed familiar,” she said with a smirk.
“You heard?” Sasha asked, putting on her denim jacket.
“I did, but Anetra also came in a week into classes when you were off to change Jace’s middle name in the computer. That was a big sign too.” the blonde turned to the computer. “I want to show you something really quick.”
“Okay,” Sasha said slowly as she sat in the other chair Kylie opened up a file labeled Class Photos and found the pictures from the pre-ballet classes from the year before.
“Here it is.” she clicked on one of the photos to make it bigger and turned the screen to Sasha. It was one of the photos from the day the photographer was there. But this picture, in particular, Sasha had never seen before.
The picture was just her and Jace, looking in the wall mirror. She showed him how to position his feet, and he copied her perfectly. She was smiling down at him, as he was smiling back at both of their reflections in the mirror.
Sasha never realized how his bouncy curls were an exact copy of her own, or that their green eyes had the same shading.
Jace was her son, she just wished she had known about him much sooner.
It felt strange knocking on the door of a house where she’d lived for months, but Sasha thought it was better than just walking inside.
Anetra’s exhausted eyes brightened when she saw Sasha at the doorstep. She looked like the day six years ago when she came to Sasha’s old studio, just with darker hair. Her face had the same look of worry and tiredness, but now had a small glimmer of hope.
Before Anetra said anything, Sasha looked her in the eyes, “I’m sorry for leaving you without saying anything before, and I’m ready to finish talking about everything. But I need to go check on our son, first.”
Anetra smiled when she heard Sasha say the words ‘our son’, and gladly took her duffel bag and purse before she went upstairs.
Jace was found curled up in his toddler bed with the covers up to his chin. Sasha noticed his hair was peeking out as she carefully sat on the side of the bed next to him. She wasn’t sure if he was awake, so she gently brushed her fingers through his hair.
“M’not hungry.” he groaned, turning his head further into the pillows.
“Are you sure, honey?” Sasha said quietly, to not surprise him too much. His eyes lit up as he turned to look at her, recognizing her voice. “I heard you aren’t feeling well, so I wanted to see you and your mom.”
Sasha felt small arms wrap around her middle and couldn’t help but smile as she held her child in the hug. “I really, really missed you.” she heard him mumble into her clothes.
“I really missed you too.” She felt his arms loosen as he adjusted to sit up in bed. She briefly saw the tear-stained pillow on the bed and felt even more guilt for leaving. She never wanted to leave her family again.
“How about I make you some warm milk with honey, and then we can make you something else if you feel hungry later?” Sasha flattened the cowlick in the back of Jace’s hair.
Jace nodded, “That sounds really good.”
“I don't know about you, but I really missed your mom’s cooking,” Sasha said in a quieter voice, with a slight smile. “I’ll be right back up, okay?” She slowly stood from the bed and quietly left the room.
She wasn’t surprised to see Anetra lingering in the hall. “He’s going to be okay,” she told her, reassuring Anetra as she looked calmer after eavesdropping on their conversation.
“I think we’re going to be okay too,” Anetra said, reaching out to Sasha with her outstretched hands.
Sasha happily held her hands and brought Anetra closer to her. “We are.” She felt familiar lips pressing against hers, and Sasha knew she was home again.
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I’m so exhausted, for a prompt, would you write some kind of sleepy sashnarcia fluff please?
Cw/ weed smoking throuple <3 sleepy high vibes
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“Marc, pass the joint,” Anetra whined petulantly waiting for her turn.
Marcia giggled sweetly, their eyes glazed over and red as they passed it over. “Sorry, Neech, I forgot I was holding it.”
“We’ve probably all had enough anyway,” Sasha pointed out, through a yawn, “you two both keep dozing off.”
Anetra exhaled, watching the smoke curl in the air and then disappear. “You’re probably right, I’m exhausted.”
She passed the joint to Sasha who took one more puff before putting it out on the ashtray next to her, sealing it back in the baggie it came in before turning her attention back to her partners.
“Good night kisses?” Marcia asked batting their lashes and pouting.
“As if I’d let either of you go to sleep without a goodnight kiss,” Sasha chuckled, leaning in to kiss Marcia, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear. “Goodnight beautiful.”
“Goodnight,” Marcia replied, a blush spread across their cheeks.
“My turn,” Anetra announced, crawling over Marcia in the middle to get to Sasha, looping her arms around her neck and kissing her gently.
Sasha smiled, cupping her cheek. “Goodnight, gorgeous.”
“Goodnight, Sash,” she said, pecking her once more before taking her usual spot on the left, making a pitstop to kiss Marcia goodnight as well.
All at once, they bid the fluffy cat at the end of their bed a goodnight and settled underneath the covers. Sasha turned off the bedside lamp on her side and settled with an arm thrown over Marcia’s waist protectively. Marcia cuddled against Anetra’s chest and Anetra stroked their hair gently, knowing it helped them fall asleep.
Marcia was the first to fall asleep, as usual, their breathing evened out and they snored softly. Anetra pressed a kiss to their forehead as she fell asleep next. Last awake was Sasha, forcing herself to stay awake and think about how lucky she was to have not one but two loving partners. Thinking of the love and light they brought to her life, she fell asleep too, holding tightly onto both of them.
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GREGORY PECK’S READING LIST
A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF THE NOVELS AND SHORT STORIES THAT MANY OF GREGORY PECK’S MOVIES WERE BASED ON (with the movie title after)*
The Keys of the Kingdom by A. J. Cronin (The Keys of the Kingdom)
The House of Dr. Edwardes by Francis Beeding (Spellbound)
The Valley of Decision by Marcia Davenport (The Valley of Decision)
Duel in the Sun by Niven Busch (Duel in the Sun)
The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (The Yearling)
Gentleman's Agreement by Laura Z. Hobson (Gentleman’s Agreement)
The Paradine Case by Robert Hichens (The Paradine Case)
The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber by Ernest Hemingway (The Macomber Affair)
Twelve O’Clock High by Beirne Lay Jr. and Sy Bartlett (Twelve O’Clock High)
The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Great Sinner)
The Happy Return, A Ship of the Line, Flying Colours by C.S. Forester (Captain Horatio Hornblower)
Only the Valiant by Charles Marquis Warren (Only the Valiant)
The Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway (The Snows of Kilimanjaro)
The World in His Arms by Rex Beach (The World in His Arms)
The Purple Plain by H.E. Bates (The Purple Plain)
The Million Pound Bank Note by Mark Twain (The Million Pound Note)
Moby-Dick by Herman Melville (Moby Dick)
The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit by Sloan Wilson (The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit)
Ambush in Blanco Canyon by Donald Bengtsson Hamilton (The Big Country)
The Bravados by Frank O'Rourke (The Bravados)
On the Beachby Nevil Shute (On the Beach)
Pork Chop Hill: The American Fighting Man in Action by S.L.A. Marshall (Pork Chop Hill)
Beloved Infidel by Sheilah Graham and Gerold Frank (Beloved Infidel)
The Guns of Navarone by Alistair MacLean (The Guns of Navarone)
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (To Kill A Mockingbird)
The Executioners by John D. MacDonald (Cape Fear)
Captain Newman, M.D. by Leo Rosten (Captain Newman, M.D.)
Fallen Angel by Howard Fast (Mirage)
The Stalking Moon by T.V. Olsen(The Stalking Moon)
Mackenna's Gold by Will Henry (Mackenna's Gold)
Marooned by Martin Caidin (Marooned)
The Chairman by Jay Richard Kenned (The Chairman)
An Exile by Madison Jones(I Walk The Line)
The Lone Cowboy by Will James (Shoot Out)
The Omen (A Franchise) by David Seltzer (and many others) (The Omen)
Boarding Party by James Leasor (The Sea Wolves)
The Scarlet Pimpernel of the Vatican by J. P. Gallagher (The Scarlet and the Black)
The Old Gringo by Carlos Fuentes (The Old Gringo)
The Boys from Brazil by Ira Levin (The Boys from Brazil)
*I do not recommend nor condone most of the books on this list, simply because I've not read them and I'm unsure of the content. The only one I’ve read is To Kill a Mockingbird (which I do recommend). Please do not take this as my personal taste, or even that of Gregory Peck’s; these were merely the books his films were adapted from.
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Care to share about the Princess au first kisses? 👀
ooo i was waiting for someone to ask 👀
marcia’s first kiss with sasha is very reminiscent of anetra’s first kiss with sasha. it’s by the fireplace, just very soft and cozy vibes. their kiss is barely a peck before sasha deepens it as marcia takes her in
the first kiss with anetra is very more a hit of the moment thing. marcia gets herself in trouble while they are out hunting and anetra is so deadly worried marcia got herself seriously hurt but it ends up just being a scratch. it’s a “thank god you’re alive” kind of first kiss
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Marsha Hunt (born Marcia Virginia Hunt; October 17, 1917 – September 7, 2022) Film and television actress, model, and activist, with a career spanning nearly 80 years. She was blacklisted by Hollywood film studio executives in the 1950s during McCarthyism.
After her 1950 blacklisting, Hunt found most work in television.
Following her semi-retirement in 1960, Hunt appeared in small roles in five films and numerous television shows, including an episode of the medical drama Breaking Point. In 1962, she appeared in the season-nine episode of Gunsmoke titled "The Glory and the Mud". In 1967, she had a leading role as Katie's Aunt Cecile in an episode of My Three Sons entitled "The Aunt Who Came To Dinner".
On February 8, 1988, she appeared in Star Trek: The Next Generation in the episode "Too Short a Season" as Anne Jameson, wife of an admiral who took an age-reversing drug.
Other TV series she appeared in were Panic, The Ford Theatre Hour, Studio One, The Philco Television Playhouse, Sure as Fate, Cosmopolitan Theatre, The O’Henry Playhouse, Matinee Theatre, Climax!, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Peck’s Bad Girl, Laramie, Grand Jury, The Detectives, Zane Grey Theatre, The Americans, Cain’s Hundred, Sam Benedict, Channing, The Outer Limits, The Twilight Zone, The Defenders, Profiles in Courage, Ben Casey, Run For Your Life, Accidental Family, The Outsider, The Name of the Game, Marcus Welby M.D., The Young Lawyers, Ironside, Harry O, Medical Story, Police Story, The Mississippi, Murder She Wrote, Matlock and Shadow Chasers. (Wikipedia)
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I have chickens in my backyard and I let them free rain as much as possible.
To blonde chickens called cleo and clover.
One brown chicken called cream and a spotty white and black one called ouch. She pecks alot.
I think I rember you saying you had some chickens. If I'm remembering wrong then if you had chickens what would you call them?
Be careful with that or they'll start laying places you can't find! The only downside to complete free range.
Those are very sweet chicken names, honey.
I do have chickens! I have: Patricia, Theodora, Marcia, Isabella, Samantha, and Cleo too!
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Water Music - a women's historical fiction by Marcia Peck https://ift.tt/aqNv6tI book promotion sites
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Water Music - a women's historical fiction by Marcia Peck https://ift.tt/gIwZK3W Book promotion sites
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do you have any book recs for decentering dating/men & being childfree? Ty!!!
I love this ask! Also, check out Melanie Hamlett, SoberSide, and Shani Silver on TikTok for similarly amazing content xx
Books On Decentering Men/Feminist Perspectives On Dating (for the times you're in need, you know):
A Single Revolution by Shani Silver (most important rec, IMO!)
Patriarchy Stress Disorder: The Invisible Inner Barrier to Women's Happiness and Fulfillment by Valerie Rein, Ph.D
What a Time to Be Alone: The Slumflower's Guide to Why You Are Already Enough by Chidera Eggerue
How To Get Over A Boy by Chidera Eggerue
All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister
Enjoy Your Solo By Mary Delia Allen
How to Be Single and Happy by Jennifer Taitz
Singled Out: How Singles Are Stereotyped, Stigmatized, and Ignored, and Still Live Happily Ever After by Bella DePaulo, Ph.D
On Our Best Behavior: The Seven Deadly Sins and the Price Women Pay to Be Good by Elise Loehnen
We Are Not Born Submissive: How Patriarchy Shapes Women's Lives by Manon Garcia
The Seven Necessary Sins for Women and Girls by Mona Eltahawy
Down Girl: The Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne
Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men by Lundy Bancroft
Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists: The Truth about Extreme Misogyny and How it Affects Us All by Laura Bates
Fed Up: Emotional Labor, Women, and the Way Forward by Gemma Hartley
The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love by Bell Hooks
All About Love: New Visions by Bell Hooks
Books On Childfree Living:
Women Without Kids: The Revolutionary Rise of an Unsung Sisterhood by Ruby Warrington
Childfree by Choice: The Movement Redefining Family and Creating a New Age of Independence by Amy Blackstone
Confessions of a Childfree Woman: A Life Spent Swimming Against the Mainstream by Marcia Drut-Davis
Regretting Motherhood: A Study by Orna Donath
No One Tells You This: A Memoir by Glynnis MacNicol
25 Over 10: A Childfree Longitudinal Study by Laura Caroll
The Baby Matrix: Why Freeing Our Minds From Outmoded Thinking About Parenthood & Reproduction Will Create a Better World by Laura Caroll
The Baby Trap by Ellen Peck
Policing the Womb: Invisible Women and the Criminalization of Motherhood by Michele Goodwin
Without Children: The Long History of Not Being a Mother by Peggy O'Donnell Heffington
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12 Questions with Marcia Peck, author of Water Music.
12 Questions with Marcia Peck, author of Water Music.
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The bridge at Sagamore was closed when we got there that summer of 1956. We had to cross the canal at Buzzards Bay over the only other roadway that tethered Cape Cod to the mainland.
Thus twelve-year-old Lily Grainger, while safe from ‘communists and the Pope,’ finds her family suddenly adrift. That was the summer the Andrea Doria sank, pilot whales stranded, and Lily’s father built a house he…
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WIP Wednesday (even if it’s not much)
I don’t have a whole lot of WIPs going on at the moment (mental health is rough and I’m taking things slow) but here’s a snippet for the last part of Reminders of Her
“Miss Sasha?”
“Sweetie, I told you that you don’t have to call me that anymore.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
After a few months of dating Anetra and they were getting more serious in their relationship, Sasha wanted to be more of a part of Jace’s life as well. Her and Anetra sat Jace down a few weeks before and slowly explained that they were now dating and Sasha wasn’t just his dance teacher anymore.
Luckily he accepted it much better than what they were expecting, considering that Jace only knew a single parent house his entire life.
“That’s okay. Did you need something?” Sasha turned to look at the young boy sitting on the couch with her as they both watched The Parent Trap on the television.
Jace looked down the hall, and saw that Anera was still in the bathroom getting the bath ready for him. “I was just gonna say that I think you make Mommy really happy.”
“You think so?” Sasha tried to hide the surprise on her face, even though hearing that made her heart beat faster.
The boy nodded, as they both heard the door to the bathroom open. He leaned closer and whispered, “I see her smile a lot more now, and Auntie Marcia said the same thing.”
“Okay buddy, it’s bath time and then off to bed.” Anetra said as she walked back into the living room. Jace jumped off the couch and took a couple of his action figures with him to the bathroom.
“I’ll get going then, thanks for inviting me over for dinner.” Sasha took her jacket from the back of the couch and kissed Anetra on the cheek as a goodnight.
“Actually, it’s pretty late. Maybe you could spend the night?” Anetra offered, wringing her hands nervously. Anetra sometimes crashed at Sasha’s apartment when Jace was at a babysitter’s, but Sasha never slept over at Anetra’s small townhouse.
Sasha thought for a moment, and realized that she still has a change of clothes in her car from a canceled dance competition. “I would love to spend the night here.” she smiled as Anetra gave her an excited peck on the lips, before going back to the bathroom.
Sasha spent more and more nights over with Anetra. Eventually more of her clothes and belongings were taking space in Anetra’s bedroom, and she spent more time over there instead of her own apartment.
When it was time to renew her lease and the rent was getting raised, Sasha was looking at her other options.
“Most of your stuff is already over here, you could just move in.” Anetra shrugged as a suggestion one evening, as her and Sasha sipped on the Pinot Grigio that they kept hidden in the upper cabinet.
“Are you inviting me to move in?” she asked for her girlfriend to clarify.
“I mean, we’ve been together for almost a year, and I live really close to the studio. But if you don’t want to, I understand.” Anetra explained, seeming slightly nervous.
Sasha reached over and held Anetra’s hand. “Let’s do it. I want to move in with you.”
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