Olivia Heartwood was newly arrived in Lakeview, well kind of new. She and her wife, Sophie, had actually moved to town a few months ago but they'd been living out of the McMillan Hotel until they'd been able to close on a house. The move had been a bit unexpected, after Olivia had suddenly been offered a major career opportunity to be the new Head Chef for La Roux, the hi-end restaurant connected to the McMillan Hotel. While it wasn't a metropolis, Lakeview was a popular west coast tourist destination and the Hotel saw a lot of high-end clientele, and had a Michelin Starred restaurant on account of that. Luckily the Hotel had been willing to put them up until they could find a place of their own.
Luckily Sophie worked remotely, so moving hadn't been as much of an issue for her. Sophie was Olivia's wife, who she was madly in love with. Even though they'd been married when they were 18, and 19 respectively, they'd never left the honeymoon stage even 10 years later. Olivia was utterly devoted to her partner and the two were excited to start looking at adopting a kid of their own once they got settled in Lakeview; Olivia couldn't wait for them to be mothers.
However, for the moment she was coming to Steve's Storage Solutions to pick up some of the things they'd needed to store while looking for a house. She parked her Porshe next to a massive Humvee, seriously, who drove those gas guzzlers? She stepped out and brushed a bit of stray lint off her purple yoga pants. She was still in her workout clothes from that morning, purple yoga pants, a red sports bra and a loose teal tank top over, tied off above her stomach. Olivia liked to keep in shape and it showed, from her taut legs to her abs, after all, Sophie loves my abs.
She pushed the door to the Storage Facility open, and saw there was one other person waiting in line, a nondescript middle-aged man in jeans and a tee-shirt. Not wanting to be impolite, Olivia offered him a brief, "hello."
And the world tilted on its axis.
Roxanne "Roxie" Gibson nodded back at the dude with too much hair gel who had just said, "Hello, good looking." She ran her hand through her long chestnut hair, trying to ostentatiously flash her wedding ring as she did so. She did not need gross dudes hitting on her while she was picking up their old crib at the family storage unit. Even if she wasn't a massive lesbian, Roxie Gibson was a one woman kind of gal and her heart belonged permanently to Lin.
Luckily the attendant arrived with her key and she could leave Mr. Hair Gel before he tried hitting on her again. She was there that day to pick up their old crib for her sister-in-laws, Rachel and Gwen, who were expecting their first child in a few months time (Gwen was carrying.) Roxie was so happy for them, and really excited for a new niece or nephew to spoil as if she didn't already spoil the crap out of her own kids.
Roxie had taken the former Olivia, now Owen's, role as a devoted lesbian wife and mother, and now she was both a she, and would never dream of doing all the terrible things Roger had done to Linda. Instead, their marriage was rock solid and Roxie felt she only fell more in love with her wife every day. That devotion extended to the kids, with all three being the absolute apple of Roxie's eyes. She still worked in insurance, but without the former Roger's vices of gambling, drinking and sleeping around, she'd advanced far further with her career and was the senior person at the Lakeview office.
"Here you are ma'am" the attendant, Steve Farber Junior if she remembered correctly, said as they arrived at her unit, while not so subtly checking her out. Roxie resisted the urge to slap her forehead in frustration. She knew she was attractive, still looking like she was in her twenties despite being 37, with abs that looked chiseled from stone, pert b cups encased in the sports bra she still had on from her morning run and an ass Lin had once called "assalicious." Add to that big soulful brown eyes, dimples and lovely, well maintained chestnut brown hair, and, even if she didn't have it quite as bad as her model wife, she still had to beat off suitors with a stick. Not that any of them ever stood a chance, Roxie would rather die than betray her wife like that, and really she was just so in to her beloved spouse that she'd never even been tempted.
Eventually, with a bit of help from Steve, she got the crib in the trunk of her Prius, turning her nose up at the terrible for the environment Humvee parked next to it, no doubt owned by the creep she'd left in the waiting room. She decided to put it out of her mind after she thanked Steve and slipped back in the car. She needed to go pick up her youngest baby, Mikey, and get him home so she could get dinner prepared before Rachel and Gwen arrived. Luckily she knew Zee and Juni would be happy to help.
