Page 29 of Undoing

“Tattletale,” Rebecca whined playfully when Aunt Wills gave her another look. “I am a little hungry. But nothing sounds appetizing.”

“How about a turkey sandwich like I used to make you when you were younger?” Willamena grinned at Cass. “There was a time when Rebecca only ate turkey sandwiches with mayo, cheddar cheese, and exactly one slice of a tomato for a week straight. If I recall correctly, it was because she was upset she made a D on one of her school papers.”

“C,” Rebecca corrected with a scowl. “I’ve never made a D in my life. And that teacher was out to get me because I was smarter than him.”

“I don’t doubt you were, babe,” Cass chuckled. “So? Turkey sandwich? I think we have a tomato.”

Rebecca thought about it for a moment which caused her tummy to growl. “My stomach agrees. But only if Aunt Wills makes it. No offense, baby.

“None taken. Obviously, you gotta go with the pro,” Cass winked. “You mind, Aunt Wills?”

“Not at all.” Willamena stood from the couch and walked over to Rebecca. Cass still held Rebecca in her arms but immediately stepped back when Willamena approached them. Willamena took Cass’s place, hugging Rebecca fiercely. “Do the surgery, sweet girl,” she whispered in Rebecca’s ear. “If Dr. Lima thinks she can remove the tumor completely, it’s the best choice.” She kissed Rebecca’s cheek before hurrying off toward the kitchen.

“Think she’s okay?” Cass asked worriedly.

“Yeah. I don’t think this is what she imagined when we called to ask her over, but she adapts better than anyone I know.” Rebecca turned to Cassidy. “But she’s also the most vulnerable — other than you — when it comes to me. Be there for each other.”

“Babe, stop talking like you’re going to die. Please?” Tears welled in Cass’s eyes. “I’m trying to do like Aunt Wills and wait until the biopsy to freak the fuck out, okay?”

Rebecca stood on her tiptoes and kissed Cassidy, deepening the kiss when Cassidy’s hands settled on Rebecca’s hips. “Everything is going to be fine,” she said with conviction. Now if she could just believe it with her whole heart.

“Did you have enough to eat, baby?”

Cass tossed her t-shirt and boxers on the chair beside her nightstand and jumped onto the bed. “Yeah. I’m grateful your aunt stayed to make dinner, too. I’m getting kinda burned out on takeout.”

Rebecca finished brushing her hair, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her silky blonde hair fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back. It had always been long. Even when she was young and tender-headed, she never wanted her aunt to cut her hair. Now she wondered what it would be like… what she would feel like if it was shorter. Would she feel as confident? Rebecca nearly laughed at herself. It was just hair.

She glanced back at Cassidy through the mirror. Her wife was currently naked, sprawled across the bed as she waited for Rebecca to join her. Cassidy’s hair was short. Very short. Her confidence certainly wasn’t. Rebecca gathered up her hair, creating a makeshift bob. She turned one way, then the other, trying to see if the look suited her.

“You could be bald, and I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Cass said, her eyes boring into Rebecca’s through the mirror.

Rebecca let her hair fall and pushed away from the vanity. “Bald is a little too drastic for me.” She untied her robe, letting it slip down her naked body. “But I’m trying to get to a place, mentally, where my hair doesn’t define me.”

“It doesn’t, babe. Your ass does.” Cass wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, sticking out her tongue for good measure.

Rebecca laughed. “Of course you would say that.” She gave Cassidy a small glimpse of said ass before climbing into bed with her. “I…I’m going to do the surgery.”

Cass’s playful energy turned serious. “Okay.”

“Are you? Okay with that, I mean?”

“It’s your decision, babe. I support whatever you need to do.”

“It’s our decision. And if you don’t want me to…”

Cass pulled Rebecca to her, trying not to let the skin on skin affect her brain. It was time to be an adult now. “I’m serious, Becca. I’m with you no matter what you choose. But if you need me to say it, I think surgery is the right choice. Let’s get that fucker out of there. It needs to leave my girl alone.”

Rebecca smiled. “Your girl could use a little… or a big… friend tonight. Care to volunteer?”

Cass raised three fingers in a salute, then added another one with a sly grin. “Come here, woman.” She dragged Rebecca on top of her, then quickly flipped their position. She looked down into Rebecca’s eyes. “I love you, Becca.”

“I love you too, Cassidy.”

The kiss started off slow. A mutual declaration of love and devotion. But the kiss became heated and needy as their bodies touched and their hands roamed. Neither would admit to craving the frantic connection because of fear of the unknown future. Instead, they would give in to it and let it guide them to whatever desires their bodies needed to fulfill.

Rebecca reached over the best she could with Cassidy’s weight on top of her. She rummaged around the nightstand drawer until she found what she wanted. Rebecca pressed the dildo to Cassidy’s chest. “Strap in, cowgirl. It’s going to get wild.”

Cass’s eyes shone with excitement. “Cowgirl, huh?” She rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs. “Giddy up.”

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