Bittersweet - Bubbline AU

Chapter Thirty Four - I Don't Need No Help, I Can Sabotage Me By Myself

One more for today! Kinda sad in finishing it to be honest.

Good reading!

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Marceline and Bonnibel weren't the kind of couple who relied that much on each other's company.

For starters, Bonnie was the extreme of introversion most of the time. If she didn't have a satisfying amount of time alone, she might as well go into a tantrum.

And Marceline was in the process of creating an album. And even before that, she had a large group of friends, a wide range of activities to occupy her.

So that lack of time because of the album wasn't the end of the world. In fact, Bonnibel thanked God for it, because that way she could have hours of quiet and solitude even though she had to share the same roof with her girlfriend.

So, during an afternoon when the band was in the label's studio, she took advantage of the quiet hours and decided to look for something to read. She went up to the third floor of the house, opened the door to Megan's office and, realizing it was empty, went inside. She stood in front of one of the huge bookshelves looking for something to catch her eye.

A few minutes later, Megan walked into the office, saw the girl there, and smiled.

"Good morning, Bonnie."

"Good morning, Megan."

She never bothered to have the girl around while she fussed over some paperwork. Unlike her children, who from childhood had the habit of coming in like hurricanes and talking through theirs elbows, Bonnie reserved herself for the silence of her reading and only entered into a conversation if she realized that Megan had already finished what she needed to do.

Bonnibel picked up a title that had caught her eye, sat down on the sofa in the corner, and began to read. She had a question, but wasn't going to interrupt anyone's work.

Half an hour later, Megan closed her laptop with a sigh. Bonnibel looked up from her reading for a moment.

"All set for the first hearing on your case, Bonnie."

"Right," she replied, swallowing hard.  Having to appear in court was still something she was apprehensive about.

"I'll be with you all the time, honey. Don't worry."

"Alright", she relaxed a little at that.  Afterwards, she remembered the question she had been holding back for a while. "When did you start writing this one?", she said, lifting the book she had in her hands.

Megan looked at the book, and for a moment her gaze shone differently.

"A little over six years ago."

It was the time that Marceline had been adopted.

The book was a novel about femilinity and solo motherhood, from a more positive point of view: it wasn't about a mother seen alone with her children at the last minute, but about a mother who had consciously stepped into it on her own.

"How long have you been writing?"

"Since forever I guess. I remember risking a few short stories when I was twelve, thirteen years old."

The woman got up, walked over to the bookshelf and picked up three other books, all of which were her own.

"I wrote this one when I was about 17. Just when I decided that keeping up with my family would be unfeasible and that I was going to set foot in the world as soon as I went to college", she said, handing the book to Bonnie, who began to analyze it's cover. "This one, right out of college. And this one was the hardest, because it was hard to find the time and energy to write with Marshall Lee at such a young age."