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Bridget walked over to stand behind the brunette, who was sitting on the couch. She draped her arms around the younger woman’s shoulders, to hug her from behind, and leaned forward so she could place a small kiss just below her ear.

“Come to bed, baby,” she whispered, softly. The blonde had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier, and had woken to find that her wife still hadn’t joined her.

“I just need to double check one more thing.” Franky swiped her finger across the screen of her iPad.

“Everything is fine. Everything will be fine. You’ve been double and triple checking things ever since you came home.” Bridget knew that the brunette was nervous about the restaurant opening tomorrow, but the worst thing she could was stay up all night.

“I know,” Franky sighed. “I just have this nagging feeling that I’ve overlooked something.”

“You haven’t,” The blonde reassured her.

“How are you feeling?” The younger woman reached up, and laid her hand on Bridget’s forearm.

“Not too bad. I’m definitely on the mend.” The blonde had gone to work that day, but she had to admit that she’d been a lot more tired than usual by the time she’d gotten home. “Come on, “ she nodded her head towards their bedroom, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I don’t know if I’m up for sex tonight, babe,” Franky said with a slight frown on her face. She couldn’t remember ever turning down her wife, and she felt bad.

“That’s fine. I just want you to relax, and wind down.” Bridget hadn’t necessarily had sex in mind anyway,

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” She suddenly felt the need to elaborate on her previous statement. “I just feel like I wouldn’t be totally focused, and that’s not fair to you.”

“You don’t have to explain. Ever.” The blonde didn’t want her to think that she ever needed to justify something like that.

“Okay.” She knew the older woman was making a valid point about going to bed though. She’d be no good tomorrow if she stayed up all night.

Bridget stood straight, and walked around the end of the couch. She reached out, and took the brunette’s hand, then led her down the hallway.

Franky pulled the blonde close as soon as she was in the bed, and immediately, some of the tension left her body. She felt a soft kiss against her lips.

“You feel good.” The brunette sighed as the other woman brushed the tip of her nose with her own.

“Yeah?” Bridget smiled as she slipped her hand under Franky’s shirt, and let it roam over her back. She’d known exactly what the younger woman needed.

“Mm.” The brunette connected their lips again as her fingers found a bare patch of skin on the blonde’s hip where her singlet met the waist of her pyjama pants. “We’ll have another appointment with Dr. Ryan next week,” she said, softly.

“Yeah.” Bridget studied the younger woman’s face. “That’s been on your mind too today?”

Franky nodded.

“Are you excited? Nervous?” She saw the corner of Franky’s mouth twitch into a small grin.

“Both.” The brunette rested her forehead against Bridget’s. “If it doesn’t work this time, we have to try something else.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about this next one.” The blonde really did believe that it would happen for them sooner rather than later.

“I had a dream one night that I was pregnant. It was so real, and I could feel it inside me, which is stupid because I’ve never been, and I have no idea what it would feel like.” Franky closed her eyes. She could still remember the feeling of disappointment when she’d woken up that morning.

“It’s not stupid.” Bridget nuzzled against her cheek. “I think some things are ingrained in us as a species, you know, like the really fundamental things. I think pregnancy would be one of those.”

“Yeah, maybe.” The younger woman closed her eyes. For the first time that day she actually felt like she was starting to relax.

“You getting sleepy?” The blonde could feel more of Franky’s weight resting against her. She slowed the movement of her hand.

“Mm, yeah a bit.” The brunette tried to focus only on Bridget’s hand against her back, and the sound of her voice. It wasn’t long before both of those began to fade into the background.


When Franky opened her eyes, she couldn’t believe that the first rays of sunlight were just visible through the curtain. She hadn’t thought she’d be able to sleep much, if at all, but she’d slept through most of the night. She brushed her thumb over the blonde’s hip, and felt the older woman begin to stir.

“Mm, good morning.” Bridget gave her a small smile as she stretched. “Did you sleep?”

“I think so. The last thing I remember was you asking me if I was getting tired.” She ran her hand up the blonde’s side as she spoke. “Thank you.”

“For what?” The older woman felt a slight shiver in her body as Franky ran her thumb over her hip once more.

“Making me come to bed, and helping me relax.” The brunette gave her a small smile.

“Well, it’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.” Bridget knew that it was a big day for the younger woman, so she wanted to keep the mood light with some humor.

“It can’t be that bad. There were applicants lined up around the block,” Franky teased her back.

“Is that so?” The blonde connected their lips.

The younger woman held her tighter. For a few moments, with Bridget close to her, she could ignore the rest of her worries. Franky shifted her weight, so that the blonde rolled onto her back, and she could position herself on top. She heard a small giggle come from the woman underneath her, as Bridget wrapped her legs around her hips.

“What?” The brunette smiled as she placed a kiss on the side of the older woman’s neck, and lingered there for a second, gently biting, then soothing it with her tongue.

“Mm.” Bridget shook her head slightly. “This is how I know you’re feeling a bit better.”

“A bit, yeah.” Franky lifted her head, and smiled at the blonde. “I like this.” She ran her hand down Bridget’s side, and along her thigh.

“You like being on top.” She pulled the younger woman down for another kiss.

“I like being in charge.” The brunette gave her a small grin.

“Good.” Bridget smiled back at her. This was the attitude that Franky needed to have today, and the blonde was happy to encourage it this morning.

Franky proceeded to work her way from one side of the other woman’s neck to the other. She felt Bridget’s fingers dig into her back a bit when she passed over any particularly sensitive spots.

A few times, the blonde felt the younger woman’s fingers slip underneath the waistband of her pyjama pants. Franky never made a move to take it further though, and remembering the brunette’s comments from the night before, Bridget didn’t either.

A few minutes later, they were pulled out of their own little world by the sound of Emily’s bedroom door opening. It was a bit early for her to be awake, but they were just happy that she’d been able to sleep, and had spent the night in her own bed. They hadn’t mentioned it to each other, but they both half-expected her to be excited about the opening, and spend the night awake in their bed.

“We should get up,” Franky mumbled next to the blonde’s ear.

“Yeah.” Bridget gave her a quick kiss when she lifted her head. “I’ll make breakfast.” She didn’t want the brunette to have to start off her day by cooking for everyone when that’s what she’d be doing for the rest of it.

As soon as Franky started to get up, the blonde began to miss the warmth of the younger woman’s body against hers. The brunette picked up on the change in the other woman’s expression, and leaned back down for a kiss.

“I love you,” Franky said, softly.

“I love you, too.” Bridget smiled. She wasn’t the only one who knew exactly what the other needed.


Franky, Shayne, and Emily all arrived at the restaurant together. Shayne had opted to stay at the house, so as not to keep Vera awake all night in case he had trouble sleeping. The brunette reached out, and flicked on the lights, illuminating the kitchen area.

“Here we go.” She looked to her left, and was met with two smiling faces.

“I get to help all day again, right?” Emily asked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, let’s go get our jackets from the office.” Franky led the way down the hall.

When they entered the office, she hung hers and Emily’s jackets on the hook behind the door.

“I’ve got something for you.” The brunette picked up a box that was sitting on the end of the couch, and placed it on her desk. She opened it, and took out a brand new chef’s jacket. “Your very own L’edge jacket to wear when you’re hanging out here.”

She couldn’t help but get a bit emotional when she saw the look of excitement on the young girl’s face.

“It’s got my name on it!” Emily wore a huge smile on her face. “What’s this?” She pointed to the writing embroidered beneath her name.

“It’s your title, ‘Little Sous-Chef’. Remember that’s what they used to call you at the Centre?” Franky cherished the memories the two of them had made there, and she thought the nickname was adorable.

“Yeah. I like it. Can I put it on?” She started to unbutton it without waiting for an answer.

“Sure.” The brunette gave a small laugh. “I’m going to put mine on too, then we’ll take Shayne’s out to him.”

Franky put her own jacket on, and saw that Emily was struggling with the snaps on hers.

“Here, let me help you.” The brunette knelt down in front of her.

“I couldn’t do them,” the young girl said with a frown.

“It’s just because they’re new. They’ll get easier after you’ve worn it a few times.” Franky snapped the last one, then ran her hands across Emily’s shoulders, smoothing out the fabric. “Looks good on you.”

“Thanks, Franky.” Emily reached out, and wrapped her arms around the brunette.

“You’re welcome, bub.” Franky rubbed the young girl’s back, then gave it a pat. “Would you like to give Shayne his?”

“Yeah!” Emily nodded.

The brunette reached behind her, and grabbed the next jacket in the box, and handed it to the young girl, leaving just Jenna’s in there.

“Franky said I could give you this!” Emily had walked as fast as she’d dared without getting in trouble for running, and made it to the kitchen before the brunette.

“Thanks, kid!” Shayne held up his jacket, admiring it for a moment before he put it on. “Sous Chef.” He read the title. “Hey, what’s yours say?” He bent down to examine the writing on Emily’s.

“Little Sous Chef,” the young girl said proudly.

“Don’t worry, she doesn’t outrank you...yet.” Franky gave him a wink as she began gathering what she needed to start her prep work.

“What can I do?” Emily had placed her step beside the brunette, and stepped up.

“Um.” Franky was starting to think that maybe she hadn’t fully thought this through. She’d told Emily that she could help, but everything they’d be prepping now would be served to customers eventually, and she’d told the young girl that she couldn’t be involved in that.

“Franks,” Shayne waited until the brunette looked at him, then motioned for her to follow him to the walk-in fridge. He waited until the door closed behind them. “It’s going to be a really long day if you don’t let her do something.”

“I know,” Franky sighed.

“It’s just you and me here right now, no one is going to know if she helps out. I’m sure Boomer and Jenna won’t say anything either.” He thought it would be cool to have a chef as young as Emily in the kitchen, but he understood the potential issues.

“It’s not just that.” The brunette shook her head, and let out a long breath as she glanced up at the ceiling. “She’s going to love it, and then it’s going to be even more of a struggle to get her to school.”

“Yeah. I get it.” Shayne gave a small nod, then turned to leave.

“I’ll let her do some stuff.” Franky earned a small smile from the young man as he continued back out into the kitchen.


The morning was going smoothly. Emily had helped with prepping a lot of the fruits and vegetables they’d need for the day, and they’d had a few customers stop in for breakfast.

“Franky, there’s someone out here asking for you.” Dan, one of the waiters, had come into the kitchen to get her.

“Yep, I’ll be right there.” Franky wiped her hands on a towel, and headed out to the dining room. She hoped this was something good, and not a customer wanting to complain.

“Hey, Franky. Good to see you again.” Jillian reached out to shake the brunette’s hand.

“Hey.” Franky took her hand. She was relieved that it wasn’t someone who had an issue with her food.

“Nice place,” the producer said, looking around. “I’m glad you went through with your plan.”

“It’s been my dream for years now. I couldn’t not go through with it.” The brunette couldn’t help but smile. She was proud of what she’d accomplished. “What brings you here?”

“I mainly just came in to say hi. I always like to check out the new places when they open, especially if I know the owners.” She gave Franky a small smile. Her feeling she’d had about the brunette when she’d been on the first show with Pennisi had been correct. “Also, the finale will air in a couple weeks, and I’d like to do some kind of interview with you. Either something for the channel or something in print for the network magazine.”

“Yeah, we can do something.” The brunette still wasn’t totally comfortable being in the spotlight, but she’d learned to deal with it better since being on the show, and she knew that what Jillian was talking about would be good, and free, publicity for the restaurant. “Would you like a tour?”

“That’d be great.” The producer gave her a small nod. “Lead the way.”

Franky showed her around both the indoor, and outdoor dining areas, and the space in the back that held her office. She intentionally left the kitchen for last, and hadn’t told the producer that Shayne, and Jenna were working for her.

“Shayne! It’s nice to see you!” She greeted the young man. “I have to say, I had a feeling that you two might end up doing something together after the show was over. You had such a great bond. The viewers picked up on it, too, and they’re loving it.”

“Ah, well, I couldn’t say no to Franks,” Shayne said with a small laugh.

“Literally,” the brunette mumbled, then gave him a cheeky smile when he glared at her. “Jenna will be working here as well, but her shift starts later, and I’m sure you remember Em.”

“Yes, of course.” Jillian waved at the young girl, who simply smiled in return. “Is she, uh, working here?”

“No, she’s just not in school today, and Gidge is at work.” Franky didn’t feel like Jillian needed to know the whole story.

“I got suspended from school,” Emily corrected the brunette’s lie.

“Oh.” The producer glanced over at the young girl, then back at Franky.

“It’s complicated.” The brunette gave her a polite smile, hoping she’d leave it at that. “Would you like some lunch?”

“It’ll have to be something to go, but sure. Do you have that grilled cheese thing on the menu?” She’d been wanting to try it ever since Franky had cooked it on the show.

“Absolutely. Shayne?” She signalled to him to start making the order.

“Got it,” he said as he grabbed a loaf of bread.


“Let’s go out for lunch today.” Bridget had just entered the governor’s office.

“Uh,” Vera looked at the clock on her computer screen. It was earlier than she’d normally take her break. “Sure, I guess. Did you have somewhere in mind?” she asked as she closed the files on her desktop.

“L’edge?” The blonde gave a small laugh. “You know, my wife’s place where your boyfriend works?”

“I’m sorry, yes, of course.” Vera shook her head as if to clear it, and grabbed her jacket from the coat rack behind her desk. “I don’t know where my head is at today.”

“It’s alright.” Bridget gave her a small smile. “I’ll drive.”


When they arrived at the restaurant, the blonde was happy to see that it was about half full, and the customers were happily chatting while they ate, or waited for, their food.

She and Vera chose one of the tables near the large windows, and it was only a moment before Dan came over to greet them.

“Good morning, ladies. Here are your menus.” He placed a small booklet in front of each of them. “Can I get you something to drink to start off with?”

“I’ll have an iced coffee,” Vera said, glancing at the drink section of the menu quickly.

“I’ll have a lemonade.” Bridget hadn’t needed to even open the menu. She knew it all by heart already, after listening to Franky talk about it for weeks. “Could you ask Franky if I could see her for a minute as well, please?”

“Sure. She’s popular today.” He gave them a quick smile, then headed back to the kitchen.

“Gidge!” The brunette walked over, and leaned down, giving Bridget a soft kiss. “I wasn’t expecting to see you guys today. Hey, Vera.” She smiled at the governor.

“I thought we’d surprise you. Things are going well? Em is behaving?” She’d had a talk with her niece that morning about being on extra good behaviour today, and listening to everything that Franky told her.

“Yeah, you want to come in the kitchen and say hi to her?” The brunette didn’t want to send her out in front of everyone.

“Sure.” Bridget glanced towards her friend.

“I’ll send lover boy out to say hello while we’re gone.” Franky got that the blonde didn’t want to leave her friend sitting alone. “Thanks for coming.” The brunette gave Vera a kiss on the cheek before she took Bridget to see Emily.

“Auntie Bridge!” Emily ran over to give her aunt a hug.

“Hey, love! Oo, I like your jacket!” Bridget examined the perfect miniature copy of the brunette’s jacket.

“Franky got it for me, and she’s letting me help.” She was almost jumping up and down as she spoke because she was so excited.

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re having a fun day.” She gave her niece a kiss on the cheek before the young girl was off again to continue helping.

“She helped up chop some veggies this morning, and now she’s basically just getting us things we need like spices, or stuff from the fridge, then putting it back when we’re done with it.” Franky felt like she needed to make it clear that Emily wasn’t actually cooking meals.

“Okay.” Bridget gave a small nod. “I’m glad she’s having a fun day.”

“Me too.” Franky gave her another kiss.

“I need a favor,” the blonde said as their lips parted.

“I’m listening.” The younger woman already knew her answer was a ‘yes’.

“Can you have a meal ready to go when we leave?” Bridget knew she shouldn’t be doing this, especially not when she was with Vera.

“That’s not a favor, that’s literally my job,” Franky said with a small laugh. “What do you want?”

“Anything.” She thought for a moment. “Something nice.”

“Is this for the one you were feeding? I thought that was done.” The brunette was sure that Bridget had told her earlier that week that Vera had made her stop giving the inmate food.

“Yeah, it is. She’s doing well in her new block.” The older woman sighed. “I have a session with her when we get back, and I just thought it would be a nice treat.”

“Prison food is pretty shit.” Franky remembered barely being able to tolerate it. “Alright, I’ll have something ready.”

“Thanks, baby.” Bridget gave her a final quick kiss before she started to leave.

“Tell Shayne to get his ass back in here, too.” The younger woman smiled, knowing that the blonde would deliver her message in much nicer language.


“How was it?” Franky came out to make sure Bridget, and Vera had enjoyed their meals.

“It was lovely, thank you.” Vera had eaten past the point of being full, but her meal had been so delicious that she’d wanted to finish it all.

“Delicious, baby.” The blonde smiled up at her.

“Great!” The younger woman was glad they’d liked it. The opinions of all the customers mattered, but she cared about some more than others. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

“Mhm,” Bridget smiled.

“Can you let Dan know we’re ready for the bill? My treat today.” Vera reached into her purse for her wallet.

“On the house.” Franky waved her hand, dismissing the request. She figured it would be a given that her friends, and especially Bridget would get to eat there for free.

“Oh, no, I insist.” She saw the brunette shake her head. “At least let me pay for mine.” She understood why Franky wouldn’t charge Bridget, but she didn’t feel like she had that privilege.

“Your money's no good here. You can give Shayne a tip later for all his hard work.” The brunette gave her a wink before she walked away, leaving a red-cheeked Vera sitting at the table.

The blonde let out a small giggle, and squeezed her friend’s hand.

“I’ll be out in a minute, I just forgot to ask her something. Meet you in the car?” Bridget still needed to pick up the food she requested for Lana, and she wanted to do it with a minimum of questions from her friend, although she knew she’d have to answer some when she brought it back to the car.

“Sure.” Vera took the keys from the blonde, and made her way out to where they’d parked on the street.

“Here you go. Herb-crusted salmon with a nice salad of fresh greens, homemade vinaigrette on the side, plus, tiramisu for dessert.” Franky sat the containers on the counter in front of Bridget. “You sure you won’t get in trouble for this?”

“No, but I’ll be okay.” The older woman gave her what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “At least let me pay you for this.”

“Nope.” Franky shook her head, and smiled. “Have a good afternoon, babe.”

“Thanks.” Bridget stole one last quick kiss before she picked up the containers of food, and left.

“What are those?” Vera asked when the blonde got in the car. She hadn’t remembered Bridget having any leftovers to bring with her. Just then a thought popped into her mind. They were for Lana. “You know what, I don’t want to know.”

“Here, can you hang on them while we drive back?” She handed the containers to her friend.

“They’re for Lana, aren’t they?” Vera couldn’t help herself asking.

“Thought you didn’t want to know.” Bridget gave her an amused smile as she checked over her shoulder before pulling out into the traffic.

“I don’t.” The governor sighed.



Bridget took off her jacket, and hung it on the back of her chair just as there was a knock at her door.

“Lana, good to see you.” She had sent an officer to get the young inmate as soon as she’d gotten back to the prison. “A little something for lunch.” She sat the containers on the coffee table.

“So this is why you insisted on seeing me before my block went to lunch.” Lana smiled at her as she picked up the larger container, and opened it. “Oh god, this looks amazing. Where did you get it?” She flipped the container lid closed for a second, looking for the name of the restaurant. “L’edge? Never heard of it.”

“It’s a new place.” Bridget didn’t want to give away too many details.

“Did you have a lunch date or something?” The young inmate watched her carefully as she began to eat.

“Lunch with a friend.” The blonde held her gaze so she’d know she was being honest.

“A good friend? The one from the ocean date that got you sick?” Lana smiled. She liked playing games with the psychologist. She’d noticed that Bridget allowed her to push a bit further than she had at first.

“Nooo.” The blonde smiled, and shook her head. She needed to end this. “We should really be talk-”

“The evidence says otherwise.” When all she got from Bridget was a slightly confused look, she tapped the side of her neck near her collarbone with her fork.

The blonde reached up, and touched the area where Lana had indicated, and felt nothing.

“A little bruise or something.” The young inmate winked at her.

Bridget tried to think. It must have happened that morning in bed. It hadn’t seemed like Franky was being particularly aggressive, but it must have been enough to cause a small hickey. It wouldn’t really have had time to show up before she’d left the house, and she’d been wearing her jacket with a higher collar until just before Lana had shown up. She subconsciously pulled her shirt collar a bit tighter.

“As I was saying, we should be talking about how you’re doing in your new block. Are you still settling in okay?” The blonde knew there was no point in denying that it was there. She was just hoping that they could move on now.

“Yeah it’s alright. Same bullshit as always, but at least they leave me alone.” Lana shrugged as she continued to eat.

“Well that’s some progress then.” Bridget was glad that Vera’s idea of relocating the inmate had worked.


Bridget was stretched out on the couch watching TV when she heard the front door open. She paused the show she’d been watching, and threw the blanket over the back of the couch. She knew it would be Franky coming home, and she was anxious to hear how the rest of her day had gone.

She rounded the corner into the hallway to see Franky carrying Emily, who appeared to be very much asleep.

“Hey, baby,” the blonde whispered quietly. “How was the rest of your day?”

“It was good.” Franky gave her a quick kiss. “Sorry I’m so late getting home. Things just took a bit longer than expected.”

“It’s fine.” Bridget shook her head.

“I’m going to take her to her room, and put her in bed. She had some supper, but I think the shower will have to wait until morning.” The brunette had tried to wake her enough to get her to walk in from the car, but had no luck.

“Alright. Do you need any help?” The blonde wasn’t exactly sure what she’d need help with, but she felt like she should offer.

“Nah, I think I got it.” Franky headed straight to the young girl’s bedroom. Emily was small for her age, but even so, the brunette’s arm was starting to get tied since the young girl was dead weight.

Franky carefully reached down with one hand, and pulled back the blankets. She gently laid Emily in the bed. The young girl was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and still had her shoes on. The brunette sat on the edge of the bed, and began to untie Emily’s shoes for her. She felt her stir a bit.

“I’m just taking your shoes off, bub. We’re home now. You’re in your bed.” Franky spoke softly so as not to wake her any more than necessary. She placed the shoes on the floor at the end of the bed. “Can you take your jeans off? They won’t be very comfy for sleeping.”

Emily reached down, and fumbled with the button. “I can’t. I’m too tired.”

“Do you mind if I take them off for you?” The brunette was fine with her sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, but the jeans would be too warm, and she’d wake up from being too hot.

“Okay,” Emily sighed as she snuggled into her pillow.

Franky worked carefully again, so as not to wake her. When she got the pants off, she tossed them into the laundry hamper, and pulled the blankets up over the young girl.

“Sweet dreams, bub.” She gave Emily a kiss on the forehead, then closed the door quietly behind her.

“All good?” Bridget asked from her spot on the couch.

“Yeah.” Franky let herself drop down beside the blonde. “She’s not in her pyjamas, but I got her shoes and jeans off so she should be comfortable enough.” She let out a small chuckle. “It’s like when you take your drunk friend home, and try to get them to go to sleep. Except there’s no swearing or threat of vomit.”

“Pretty much, yeah.” The blonde put her arm around the younger woman. “So everything went well?”

“Yeah, the customers seemed to like everything. We were moderately busy most of the day. Em was a huge help. I asked her around supper time if she wanted me to call you to come bring her home, and she said no. She’s exhausted now though.” Franky rubbed her eyes.

“She’s not the only one.” Bridget placed a kiss on the younger woman’s temple.

“I won’t be this late getting home every night. I plan to go in in the morning, do the prep, and Shayne will be there with me for lunch. Then I’ll do my paperwork or whatever after the lunch rush, and he and Jenna can handle supper and closing up. Booms will be there too to do the cleaning up.” She tried to stifle a yawn. “I want to be able to have breakfast with you guys, and take Em to school in the morning, and be home for supper most, if not every night. There’s a school bus route from her school that stops just two places down from the restaurant, so she can still be with me after school.”

“That’s great, baby.” The blonde knew that spending time with the young girl was a huge deal for Franky, so she was glad that it would work out. “What do you say we call it a night?”

“I need to shower first, then I’ll meet you in there.” The brunette would have normally asked Bridget to shower with her, but she honestly had no energy left, and just wanted to get clean, and get in bed.

“Sounds good.” The blonde gave her a quick kiss, and started to tidy up the living room a bit while the younger woman headed to the bathroom.


“Mmm, this feels good.” Franky let herself sink into the mattress.

“Would you like a few minutes alone with the bed?” Bridget asked with a small chuckle.

“No.” The brunette smiled. “Come here.” She reached out for the older woman. “Thanks for coming by today.”

“You’re welcome, baby. I wanted to show my support somehow.” She placed a soft kiss on Franky’s lips.

“You’ve always supported me completely.” The brunette gave her a sleepy smile.

“Because I love you, and I’m proud of you.” Bridget wasn’t sure how much of this conversation Franky would remember in the morning, but she wanted to tell her how she felt nonetheless.

“I love you too, babe,” the brunette mumbled.

Within seconds, Bridget could tell that Franky had fallen asleep. She snuggled in against her, and listened to her soft, steady breathing until she felt sleep come over herself as well.