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Despite Bibi's lack of mores, or Amy's clumsy diffidence, they were together whole. Had they been man and woman, the duo's philoprogenitiveness would've ensured the Reden family's revival. However, for now, the domestic duchesses lived uneventfully.
"Unghhhh....," Amy grumbled, eyes squinting open, sprawling herself out on the mattress. The mattress, a woven ocean compared to Amy's childhood home, wasn't even a quarter occupied; unhung raiments waiting at the foot, and a small Amy curled up in the upper left. "You're up early, darling," Bibi cheerfully remarked, felicity written on her countenance. Amy indolently murmured a reply before turning over and pretending to go back to bed. "I made you breakfast, come eat, dear," Bibi coaxed gently, knowing Amy couldn't resist a home-cooked meal cooked by her wonderful wife. Rousing herself, Amy haphazardly donned a garment from the foot of the bed, clumsily attempted to make the bed, and sluggishly walked to the kitchen.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," the coruscating culinarian chimed, situating her culinary utensils. "How did you sleep?"
Amy hugged her tightly, tilting her gaze upward to meet her wife's magenta irises, "I slept alright," the disheveled girl quietly replied. Bibi's cheeks flushed beet red.
Extending her magnanimity to the innocent gaze of her wife, Bibi kissed Amy's forehead gently, evincing a soft, mellifluous giggle from Amy.
"Let's eat, shall we?" Bibi murmured into the humid space between their faces.
"Mnhm! Did you want me to set the table?"
"I'll do it, don't you worry your pretty little head"
"Thanks, Bibi. I love you so much."
"I know," Bibi dissembled obviously.
Amy snorted. "What?" Bibi asked, embarrassed.
"Nothing, I just love you, Bibi."
Bibi's face, rosy red, expressed the ineffable truth. And Amy knew.
After eating, Amy began to reminisce with sober maudlin; the warmth of Bibi's body enveloping her every night. The nightly paresthetic puzzle, interlocking limbs. Bibi's cachinnation, devoid of compunction. Their wedding day. A pure, tremendous felicity welled within her, moving Amy to tears. Swallowing her sentimentalisms, Amy began to hang up the laundry from last night.
"I'm off to work now Amy, I love you!," Bibi called.
Amy ran frenetically to the door, stubbing her toe, and slung her arms around Bibi's neck, knocking Bibi back slightly. "I love you, Bibi," Amy said, kissing her wife goodbye for the day.
When the door had fully closed, Amy grasped the heart-shaped locket Bibi made for her, gazed upon her precious Bibi, put the locket to her chest and wept with inextricable joy.
Bibi was Amy's aegis; effervescent, hyperactive and altogether empyreal. What more could she ask for?
As Bibi left for work, all she wanted was to see her Amy again; unkempt, uxorious, adorably clumsy. Bibi's beloved wife.
Et sic est.