#bumblebyweek

To say the atmosphere was tense was an understatement. Yang felt her nerves frying as she watched Blake set the small table in her dining room. Honestly it was a scene that Yang had participated in more than a few times, as she and Ms. Belladonna had become quite…friendly ever since the late night rescue from the practice fields last year.

Okay no she hadn't had sex…shades that sounded bad in her head, but like she had gotten to enjoy Blake's company. She was smart, dedicated, and always there for Grant, which made Yang smile. Her experience with her moms was, abnormal, especially with one being dead, but that was besides the point. No it was that maybe that there was a chance here, I mean Blake was planning on announcing the fact that they're dating to her son.

Yang remembered that conversation at the bar, in hesitant pauses, as Blake tried to verbalize that yes she wanted to give them a try, if Yang was okay with the fact that Grant took priority. Which of course Yang completely understood, and would never consider making Blake choose between them. Plus she was happy to be around Grant, the kid enjoying her various stories of her time in the pros, along with the more tame antecedents of her life.

Still that was her being just a friend, who knows how he will take her actually dating his mom. Sure the kid was mature for his age, but Yang knew that was often a mask for experience hardships. After all even though Blake hadn't mentioned the boy's father, Yang could see how even the barest hint of him sent Blake into a spiral, which often prompted Grant to either move closer to her or leave the room. Neither a good sign for the boy being okay with someone else attempting to step in close to his mom.

Yang had seen the glares he shot at some of the dads that moved a bit to close to Blake's space during games, and she had intervened on more than a few occasions when one of his teammates made a less than palatable joke about his mom. Fortunately he had never gotten overtly physical, often letting his game do the talk, though she did know at least twice he made a pass with a bit more force than needed.

"You think he will be fine?" Blake's voice drew Yang out of her musings as she turned to face her girlfriend. Honestly Yang couldn't believe how easy it was for her to lose focus at seeing her, as even with jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt Blake was killing it.

"Yang." Blake stated again giving the blonde a look as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh right sorry, and I'm sure he'll be okay, I mean I did have to have the team do extra line drills last practice, and he still waved goodbye to me." Yang responded.

"Right cause being punished for goofing off is similar to this," Blake stated as she pointed at the two of them. Spirits she felt selfish doing this, they had barely been here in Patch for two years and already she was dating…though that term felt wrong with what she and Yang had. Yang was just so understanding at times, and always seemed ready to help. Sure Grant mentioned that she was the best coach he had, but he had only limited coaches before and and—

"Hey," Yang stepped forward and took her hand in hers, "listen kids are always a mess, I should know I was the biggest one back home," Yang started earning a chuckle from Blake. "But we can always work something out, and don't worry I'll be around."

But what if I don't just want you to be around, a treasonous thought occurred in Blake's head. She could feel her cheeks darkening at the simple touch, but it just was what Yang did, calming her with simple gestures when her mind was elsewhere. For to long did she let her mind always go to the worst scenario, and yet here with Yang she finally felt at ease, that she could depend on.

"You are such a wonderful person Yang," she finally said enjoying how flushed Yang got in response.

"Ah you, you are playing dangerous tonight," Yang murmured, only to blush further, as Blake pulled her into a hug.

"Well it is a dangerous evening," Blake teased as she touched her forehead to Yang's, the moment becoming more intimate. It was just so hard to ignore the beauty before her as the lilac eyes of her girlfriend widened. For a moment the two just stare at each other, observing the others face in great detail. Until finally Yang broke, moving her lips forward, as Blake quickly copied her, as the two settled for a quick kiss.

"Yes she finally proposed!" a young voice shouted quickly causing the two adults to jump apart as Grant Belladonna sent a fist into the air. "Man I though I was going to have to find away to lock you two in a room." he started.

"Wha, huh? what?" Blake stammered as she watched her son do a dance in the foyer. Grant catching on to his mothers surprised did stop.

"I mean that's why you two are kissing now, and not just being flirty like Coach Nora says, cause you're getting married right?" he asked, with such sincerity that the already dazed mind of his mother finally to its last hit.

"Marry…"Blake stammered as she felt her knees give out, though Yang quickly caught her.

"Oh gotcha, hold on lets get you situated," Yang spoke as she got Blake in a chair at the table before turn toward Grant who was staring at the pair in confusion. "Alright well I guess I'll explain sport, but no marriage we just wanted to let you know that we're dating—"

"Spirits above, you weren't doing that already?" Grant half asked half exclaimed, surprising Yang now.

"I mean yeah we've just been hang out occasionally—"

"Coach you've been our with my mom for at least half the year, maybe more if Coach Nora is right about her count," Grant stated causing Yang to blink, before her eyes narrowed.