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Maybe.

Hopefully.

Chapter 39

Isla

2019

The time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s always seemed to be packed with more events and gatherings than Isla thought was possible to attend. There were Christmas pageants for the kids at school, parties at work for both Isla and Vera, and countless gatherings with family and friends. Isla would never complain about the rushed feeling of the holidays, but she was thankful for a quiet night alone with her wife during all the busyness. Brayden, Ellie, and Everleigh were all spending the night at friends’ houses, meaning the moms could do whatever they wanted.

Granted, these days, that meant watching a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie while eating popcorn and snuggling up under a warm blanket with the fire going in the fireplace. But honestly, there was nowhere else Isla would rather be. Being with Vera was her favorite part of any day.

“You know,” Vera said as she munched on the popcorn, “we kinda have that Hallmark type of love story.”

Isla arched an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to go on.

“I mean, you show up in my small town with this cute little kid, and you both make me fall in love with you.”

“Oh, we made you, huh?” Isla teased.

“When that little four-year-old Mason asked me over to have spaghetti with you, there was no stopping myself from falling in love with both of you.”

Vera turned her head slightly, allowing Isla to kiss her lips. Moving the popcorn onto the coffee table, Isla slowly shifted her body to lie on the couch as Vera moved on top of her. Their kissing intensified as Vera tugged at the string on her sweatpants. Isla was ready to be touched by her wife.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long for Vera to put her hand down her pants and find her clit. Isla’s back arched slightly off the couch as Vera moved her lips to her neck. She moaned, fully ready for an orgasm sooner rather than later.

But she wasn’t ready for the phone to ring.

“Leave it,” Isla said through kisses.

“It might be one of the kids.” Vera paused her kissing but stayed on top of Isla with her finger on her clit as she reached for the phone on the coffee table. “It’s Mason.”

“She wouldn’t want us to stop this.”

Her comment was met with a dismissive wave of Vera's hand and an eye roll as she pulled her hand from Isla’s sweatpants. Vera answered the phone, putting Mason on speakerphone.

“Hey, Mace.”

“Mama?”

Isla and Vera knew instantly that something was wrong. They jumped up from the couch and quickly grabbed each other's hands.

“Mason? Honey? What’s wrong?”

“Chase has been shot,” Mason sobbed into the phone as Isla’s stomach fell to the floor. “Linda called and told me. I’m on my way to the hospital now, but I need you and Mom. Please,” she sobbed again. “I’m so scared. She can’t die, Mama. She can’t.”

“I know, baby.” Vera followed Isla into the kitchen as they put on their shoes by the back door. “We’ll meet you there, okay?”

“I’m just pulling in.”

“Okay, we’re on our way, Mace. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

“I love you both.”

Hanging up the phone, Vera looked at Isla. It was clear they were both thinking the same thing, but neither of them said it out loud.

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