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Fourty-Two

I'm baaaaack! I only got into trouble a total of three times for handing in work late, but hey I made it! I have two weeks off now, so I can't wait to get back to writing. Thank you so much for being patient guys!
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Grinning and bearing it was perhaps a bit of an overstatement on Freen's behalf. It wasn't even half as easy as she promised herself it would be, despite the strength of the bond between her and Becky. And what was more was that Becky's random dates with random men were eating away at precious time that they could have been spending together. At first Freen tried to distract herself on such nights by putting in extra shifts at the bar, but she couldn't focus on anything other than Becky: what was she doing, where was she going, who was she with, even what she was wearing.

Becky, from her side, tried everything she could to reassure her girlfriend. She was always open and honest and spared no details regarding how she gave each and every suitor the cold shoulder. She would also return to Freen's condo after every date and remind Freen who she belonged to in the best way. Freen could not describe how she appreciated the breathy, whimpering sounds of her name falling from Becky's lips whenever she pinned her to the matress and slid her hips between the smaller girl's thighs.

For Becky, dealing with her mother's demands was becoming more arduous by the day and only served to increase the resentment she felt. She had tried on several occasions to reason with her mother, explaining to her that Freen was definitely no phase that she was going through. She even straight up insisted that no matter who her mother set her up with, she refused to change her mind and that it was all just a massive waste of time. Unfortunately, Becky's mother would have none of it. In a country where marriage equality did not yet exist and gay couples could not have children, Becky's mother clung to the olden ways.

Even Becky's father and brother could see how miserable the whole ordeal was making her, and though they tried to console her where possible, they also knew that once Becky's mother had set her mind on something that there was very little that could change it. This all, of course, did not help Freen in feeling any less dejected. She grew more certain every day that Becky was the one that has finally tamed her. Becky was the one she wanted and needed. Where there had always been a phantom itch in her life, Becky had finally scratched it and Freen would have it no other way. She was hopelessly in love with the woman.

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"Are you really just going to sit back and let that old hag keep you two apart?" Nam asked Freen at the kitchen counter one morning over a cup of coffee. Freen had been finding a lot of solace and support from her best friend, but even Nam had her limits.

"She's not an old hag. She's my girlfriend's mother. She's a decent person, but she just does not understand." Freen sighed as she took a sip from the hot liquid.

Nam grabbed Freen's wrist to catch her attention, causing the beauty to look up at her friend. "So make her understand. If you're just going to roll over like a dog, you're going to continue getting treated like one. You're Freen fucking Sarocha, damnit! Do something about it!"

Freen ran her free hand through her hair, exasperated. "And what would you suggest? Kidnap her daughter? Run away? Go to America and get married in Vegas?"

"That doesn't sound half bad." Nam grinned and let go of Freen's arm in order to take hold of her cup again. "And it's not kidnapping if she goes willingly."

Freen went silent for a few seconds, a thought clearly crossing her mind.

Nam grinned. "You want to take her on a trip, don't you?"

"I think her mom would have a stroke." Freen smirked.

"So what? She said that she wouldn't keep Becky away from you. She didn't give a timeline, did she?" Nam wagged her brows with that sly smile that only Freen's friend could muster.

Freen snorted at her friend's expression, but soon sighed. "And when we get back? What then?"

"Then you cross that bridge when you get to it. Who knows, maybe by then the old lady might have changed her mind." Nam shrugged, simply wishing her friend to take a step forward for her own happiness.

Freen shook her head, smirking. "I doubt it. But at least I would be able to spend some uninterrupted time alone with Becky. I guess that alone would be worth it."

Nam picked up Freen's phone then and held it out to her. "Phone that beautiful girl of yours and get this ball rolling, Sarocha. Or I'm kicking your ass."

Freen laughed as she took her phone. "Please, as if you could."

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"Not a chance." Becky's mother ground through her teeth at her daughter.

"You promised you would let me continue to see her!" Becky's voice raised an octave or two.

"Yes, and I'm starting to regret it!" The woman threw her hands up in frustration. "Five dates and nothing! You're not even trying, Becky!"

Becky waved her hands animatedly as she spoke louder. "Because I don't want to try! All I want is Freen and you can't change that no matter how much you want it!"

"What I want is grandkids, Rebecca. Freen can't give you that!" The older woman slammed her hand on the dining table to solidify her point.

"Who says I even want kids, mom? You do realise you have another child, right?" Rebecca motioned loosely somewhere in the direction of Richie's room.

"My decision on this is final. You're not going anywhere with Freen. You have another date on Tuesday. We're done with this conversation." Becky's mom dismissed her daughter and retreated from the room, leaving Becky red in the face.

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It was 2am Sunday night when Becky was awakened by the sound of tapping at her window, which was rather odd seeing as how her bedroom was on the second floor. Apprehensively she slowly moved towards the curtains and pulled them back slowly - just enough to peek through and see what was going on. Then there was another tap, except it wasn't a tap at all. It was a pebble. Confused, Becky glanced down at the ground to find her beautiful girl standing there with a hand full of stones.

Becky grinned like an idiot while Freen raised her finger to her lips, showing Becky to be quiet. Becky had never been so glad that her father had a tendency to leave their ladder lying around the yard because Freen had already positioned it up against the wall that lead to Becky's window. She carefull ascended until she reached Becky who helped her climb through the window quietly.

Their kiss was intense and full of longing and silent promises. Becky raked her hands through Freen's raven locks while Freen grabbed Becky around the waste and pulled her tightly into her own body, their fit so perfect.

"Pack a bag, quickly. Quietly." Freen whispered into Becky's ear once their lips parted, causing the younger woman to shiver in anticipation. She didn't need to think twice.