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You make it look so effortless, baby. I’m endlessly grateful and in awe of your grace and the sweetness you show toward the girls. I could watch you interact with them forever. I know I worry too much—I don’t want to make life harder for any of you, my greatest loves. This decision has changed everything in some ways, but I’m so, so thankful to all of you for walking this new path with me. My mom, my sister, the boys—everyone accepting and embracing this new chapter in our lives. I know you didn’t sign up for this whole package, but thank you, baby. Edith seems a bit confused; she’s used to being the little princess, the only girl, and now she has to share some of the attention. I love you. And the best part? That happy ending—it’s the ultimate stress relief. So please, wait for me, and maybe we can have more than one session to unwind together?

I won't lie — i was a teeny tiny bit nervous when i'm so used to dealing with a teenager, so i've surprised myself. But, when you've got a kid like edith, i know you've been worried about her with viv, but i think, just give her time. She's slowly showing me her colorful personality but i can tell she's probably still closed off by such a huge change still, and that's okay ! with viv too, your little ladies will be just fine, okay ? It's gonna be scary for everyone at first, even the older ones.. but let me tell you right now...that i already saw how that little one was around you and i don't think you need to worry about her not bonding. We all love you, you superstar - ask and you shall receive, happy ending always included. I'll run you that hot bath soon.

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I have the best partner in crime, and you’re really good with kids—you should know that. What do you think? Do you see Viv feeling good? Comfortable? Do you think she likes me? Does she like her house and her siblings? I’m worried about how she’s feeling—everything is so new. Even though the social worker told me she was ready, I feel a little guilty for leaving her every evening. What if we’re not bonding? Edith seems… okay with it, right? Thank you for making her participate and including her in everything. These days have been so exciting; it’s hard to believe I’m doing all this again. I have the best masseuse at home—those long massages and baths are absolutely glorious. I’m getting another one tonight, right?

I can't take all the credit ─ edith’s got a designer's eye and gave me some ideas. I also wanna imagine it's helped us bond, so, it benefit's us all here, especially with viv. And hey, like i said, i wasn’t gonna let you begin all this alone ! I don't think you losing your mind would be good for anyone...which is why tonight and then again tomorrow, when you arrive home, i'm your personal spa therapist, at your service, babe.

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I´ve survived the first three days as a new mom and a show every night, and without your help, I would have done nothing. The work and improvements you've done to the room are incredible, your help with vivi and edith while i'm in the theater and your kisses and hugs every night after every show are the best thing in my life. thank you, thank you for being here. I haven't lost my mind yet and it's because of you. @lyonnns

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@/blanche69 posted an instagram story

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@/blanche69: You know I’ve never been one for social media, but right now, it feels essential. If you’re seeing this, it’s because you’re among my most treasured people, and I want you to hear this directly from me. Our family has grown—we’re welcoming our little light, Vivienne Sofia Blanchett, into our crazy family. My heart is brimming, overflowing in ways I never thought possible, and our family feels complete now after waiting for two years for her. This feels new, incredible and right in a way I couldn’t have dreamed. I’m still learning how to be a mom and this new beginning feels like pure magic. I’m endlessly grateful—beyond words—for this precious soul choosing us. Here’s to every beautiful adventure ahead with you. To my darling Vivi, your siblings—Dash, Roman, Iggie, and Edith—and your mummy are over the moon to have you in our lives. We adore you beyond measure. And Jenna, my rock—thank you for holding it all together with me and my chaotic crew of five. Here’s to every beautiful, messy adventure ahead. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ @lyonnns

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Cate sat propped against the headboard, the warmth of the coffee mug seeping into her palms as she cradled it, her blue eyes fixed on Jenna with a mixture of gratitude and relief for seeing her next to her. The husky tone in Jenna’s voice, the gentle teasing made Cate smile, there was certain feeling of easiness knowing she was there. The blonde smiled despite the heaviness still accumulated in her chest. She felt the brush of Jenna’s fingers against her own, the quiet reassurance of her touch, and it made her shiver slightly, pulling her back from the edge of the fear that had haunted her sleep—that she’d wake to an empty bed, to a silence that meant goodbye. When Jenna sat up, Cate’s gaze followed her, tracing the familiar lines of her frame as she moved. Her confession—that she’d needed space but had always intended to return—eased a knot in Cate’s stomach she hadn’t realized was there. She nodded faintly, her fingers tightening around the mug as Jenna kept talked, Cate didn´t even dare to breathe and interrupt Jenna´s thoughts that were being expressed with all honestly and Cate wanted to hear everything attentively and understand and admit her own mistakes. Cate’s throat ache. She watched her girlfriend’s expressions and how she was caught off guard in the most unexpected and almost cruel way.

Every word sinking in with a clarity that cut through the haze of the previous night. Jenna’s honesty—the hurt, the vulnerability, the way she laid her heart bare—Cate felt the sting of guilt anew, knowing she’d made Jenna question her place, her significance, in a moment that should have been shared, not stumbled into. Her eyes dropped to the mug in her hands, her thumb tracing the rim as Jenna’s words washed over her. The australian could draw in her head too many scenarios but when Jenna finally said that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she’d stay, that she’d help—unraveled the last of Cate’s defenses. Cate´s eyes widened and looked up to her, she pressed her lips together trying to contain the emotions that began flowing and the relief that made her remember how to breath properly. Cate squeezed her hand, firmly, feeling how tears were about to run down her cheeks.

She set her mug on the bedside table with a shaky hand, turning fully to face Jenna, her expression open, unguarded. “I’m so sorry” she began, her voice low and thick with emotion. “Not just for how it came out, but for making you feel like an afterthought. You’re not—you never could be. You’re everything to me, Jenna, and I should’ve trusted that instead of letting fear choke it all up inside me but at the same time, I felt guilty, because this was a plan that started with someone else, and then, when I finally had you, when we finally started this... I felt the greatest thing and the idea of losing it paralized me” She swallowed hard, her hand tightening around Jenna’s in return. “I’ve been thinking about this little girl for months—before we were official, I didn´t even know this would happen, i started the process almost two years ago, and suddenly, she was mine, without even know i still wanted it. something I didn’t even dare say out loud but it was happening. She’s two, and she’s… she’s this tiny, brave thing who’s already been through so much. I saw her picture, and it was like something clicked—I knew she was mine. I couldn´t steal away the opportunity of a better life with me, with my children, with you” she softened her voice when she included Jenna in the equation. Cate’s lips curved into a small, tremulous smile, her eyes bright with a mix of nerves and joy. “It’s happening soon—it was planned for next month, but apparently, they will let me take her with me sooner than we thought, I’ve been meeting with the agency, sorting out the paperwork, getting her room ready… God, I’ve wanted to tell you so badly, but every time I tried, I’d look at you and think, ‘What if this is too much? What if I scare her away?’ She shook her head, “I was an idiot. I should’ve known you’d be here, but, darling I didn´t know if you’d… that you’d want to be part of it because I know how crazy this is! my children think i am insane, my mom thinks the same. They are the only ones to know and now you, my love, my partner, my everything” she whispered and she leaned forward then, resting her forehead against Jenna’s, her breath mingling with hers in the quiet space between them. “I want you in this, Jenna—every step. I want us to figure it out together, to make it ours if you’ll have it. Vivienne is going to need so much love, and I´d love you to meet her soon, and help me to bring her home, I named her Vivienne..." Her voice broke slightly, but she pressed on, her hand sliding up to cup Jenna’s cheek. “and i promise you are going to fall in love with her" she said with her voice cracking and still against Jenna´s forehead. She closed her eyes and softly whispered "Thank you… for staying, for listening, for not letting me ruin this. I love you—more than I know how to say.” Cate pulled back just enough to meet Jenna’s eyes, her own shimmering with unshed tears "I love you"

A tired grin hovered on Jenna’s lips as she heard the husk of Cate’s voice; there was comfort in it. She let her fingers trail over the ones caressing her arm. “kinda reminds me exactly why I don’t usually mix drinks,” she lightly joked, her gaze semi-defeated but never moving her attention away. Jenna bit her lip and sat up against the headboard, the sheet slipping slightly from her shoulder. Despite the shift, their closeness remained intact.

She didn’t know whether to be saddened by the sheer idea that the blonde had an inkling she’d wake up in an empty bed, wake up to the fear that Jenna had left. “Hey—” Jenna’s brows furrowed as she reached out, her hand landing over Cate’s lap in a gesture of comfort. She knew that despite leaving reassurance, it never entirely registered. “I just needed to let us both think straight—something I know neither of us could’ve done last night had i not given you the space. But not for a second was I ever not going to come back.” as her frown still remained, she let the sighing breath ease her hand away as she moved up from the edge of the bed and over by the coffee machine Jenna pushed back the covers, stretching before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m making us both coffee first, okay?” she said, her tone light, but the undercurrent of exhaustion still lingered. “Normally, I’d rather drink tap water than hotel coffee, but even I have to humble myself sometimes.” She hummed, glancing over her shoulder at Cate, her expression soft and reassuring. A few minutes later, Jenna returned across the room, moving toward the bed with two mugs in hand. She handed one to Cate, offering a small, reassuring smile. “le voici, bébé,” she murmured, pressing her lips together before settling back against the headboard, legs folded beneath her. Jenna exhaled softly, keeping a firm grip on her cup as she blew on the surface before taking a sip. “So—before you say anything, I want you to just listen,” she said, her tone steady but gentle. “I spent a lot of time thinking about this last night—about everything. And I think it’s best if you hear me out first." taking a beat, her face fell toward's the other woman She paused, gripping her cup a little tighter.

“I was hurt, Cate—I didn’t understand why I reacted the way I did at first. But then it dawned on me… it wasn’t that I thought you were putting responsibility on me. I know this is your decision, something i imagine you’ve wanted for a long time by the sounds of it . And I respect that. But the way it came out last night—it felt like an afterthought, like something casually thrown into the air instead of something we could actually talk about. It made me wonder where I fit into all of this.” She took a slow breath, her gaze steady now. “Because if this is going to work, Cate, I need to feel like I matter in your life—not just when it’s convenient, but in the moments that truly shape it.” It was known that Jenna disliked confrontations of any sort, but this didn’t entirely feel like she was comforting the blonde. It felt like she was placing her heart right in front of her — showing her that vulnerability didn’t have to be a risk, that it could still come with safety. "so, then I wondered between all that... how would I have reacted had you told me without the tension, or the liquid courage? Would I have still been shocked? Confused? Of course. But I imagine it would’ve been different. It would’ve just taken listening—listening to your reasoning, knowing a lot of this was already in process… I imagine, before we were officially a thing? I know adoptions don’t just happen overnight —— But not for one second would I ever make you choose. That wouldn’t even cross my mind. But I know you, and I know why that worry line between your brows is there.” Jenna’s tone lightened as she pointed it out, offering a small, knowing smile. "You and I, we're in this very fortunate position in life where I know the idea of you bringing this little girl into your life is something you want deeply, knowing you can. But you know, despite the unfortunate way I had to find out, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, and I'm staying. And don't think for a second you're not allowed to ask me for help, 'cause newsflash, babe, I'm helping anyway." She reached toward Cate’s free hand, giving it a firm squeeze.As her other hand held the coffee she'd been sipping on, Jenna eventually placed it down on the dresser. "Now... say what you wish, but know I really want to know more about this. I want to know when, and I want to know every detail about this major part of your life."

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Cate stirred slowly, the edges of sleep peeling away as the soft husk of Jenna’s voice pulled her back to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Jenna’s gaze in the muted morning light filtering through the curtains. For a brief moment, she wasn’t sure where she was—the weight of the night before still lingered like a thick fog. Then she felt the warmth of Jenna’s body beside her, the gentle press of her hand against her cheek, and the pieces clicked into place. Her heart gave a unsteady lurch, caught between relief and the echoes of last night’s fear. “Hi…” Cate echoed, her voice a cracked whisper, rough from sleep and the emotional wreckage she’d carried into the early hours. She blinked slowly, her blue eyes adjusting to the sight of Jenna’s face—tired, yes, but softer than she’d feared, with a trace of that familiar warmth. Her head throbbed, but it was the ache in her chest that felt louder. She shifted slightly, her hand still resting over Jenna’s arm, unwilling to let go of the contact that had anchored her through the night. “The head.. it could be worst” she admitted with a small smile, her fingers tightening just a fraction against Jenna’s skin. She searched her girlfriend’s eyes, trying to break the distance between them— “Yours?” she asked, her tone soft. She didn’t dare dive deeper yet, didn’t trust herself to navigate the raw edges of their last conversation without shattering everything again. But she needed to hear Jenna’s voice, needed to know they could still reach each other, even if it was just through these small, careful steps.

Cate propped herself up slightly, wincing as the movement sent a faint pulse through her temples. The room was quiet, and she let her gaze linger on Jenna—the tousled hair, the faint shadows under her eyes, the way she looked both exhausted and impossibly present. “I… I didn’t think you’d still be here when I woke up,” she confessed, her voice barely above a breath, the vulnerability slipping out before she could catch it. Her free hand moved to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture as she waited, her heart suspended in the space between Jenna’s silence and whatever might come next.

The silence was broken only by the steady rhythm of their breathing, the subtle brush of cates fingers coming to rest over Jenna's arm that lingered, that held the woman closer. A warmth so gentle, so needed for both. and yet, despite the confusion and hurt she felt, there was something much deeper, a longing to care for Cate—a pull that was stronger than the hurt swirling inside her. Mere minute's it took before her own fluttering eye's and rather, physical ache's sunken her into a slumber much needed.

Jenna awoke briefly at 6 a.m., the room still cloaked in darkness. Her sleep had been shattered by a mix of jet lag and the tension of the previous evening—a night that, to say the least, had left its mark on her mind. Not daring to move, she softly brushed the blonde strands that had fallen over her side of the pillow, a faint, tired smile tugging at her lips before she fell fell back asleep. It was now 8 am, Jenna could feel the heavinesses in her own eye's as she opened them again, this time, their was equally as tired one's staring back at her "hi..." her voice was husk, but soft, the palm of her hand resting over her own cheek as she rolled to fully face her girlfriend "how's the head -" with a level of concern, it didn’t dismiss how cate had made her feel, but simply, she knew diving right in the second they awoken, wasn’t entirely the reality of it....but slowly getting there, letting it be, sizzling down tension, and well, after she had caffeine, felt a little more fair.

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Cate had drifted into a restless sleep, her body curled tightly beneath the sheets, the phone still clutched loosely in her hand as if it were a lifeline. The hours had stretched into an unbearable void after Jenna left, each minute ticking by with a cruel slowness that killed her inside. She’d stared at the screen, willing it to light up with a response, a sign—anything—that might ease hole in her chest. But nothing came. Her text, raw and unguarded, sat unanswered, exhaustion eventually claimed her. She hadn’t heard the door click open hours later, nor the soft sound of Jenna’s footsteps as she returned. The room remained in darkness, Cate’s breathing had steadied somewhat, though her brow stayed furrowed, she didn’t stir as Jenna slipped into the bed beside her, the mattress dipping gently under the brunette’s weight. It wasn’t until she felt the tentative warmth of Jenna’s arm sliding over her waist that Cate’s body registered her presente , a quiet sigh came from Cate´s chest, her eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused, for a moment, she didn’t move, didn’t breathe—afraid that if she did, she would keep ruining things with the brunette. Jenna’s whispered words, soft and unguarded, brushed against her ear and Cate’s throat tightened, a rush of relief and sorrow invaded her as she felt the familiar press of Jenna’s body against hers. She hadn’t lost her—not yet. The weight of that realization settled over her, Cate moved slightly, turning just enough to press her back more fully into Jenna’s embrace, letting the closeness seep into her bones. She didn’t speak—words felt too risky,—but her hand moved to rest over Jenna’s, fingers curling gently around hers in a silent plea. I’m here. I’m sorry. I love you, I want you here. I need you back. She hoped Jenna could feel it, even if she couldn’t say it aloud. The tension that had gripped her for hours began to loosen, replaced by a tentative calm as the steady rhythm of Jenna’s breathing lulled her back toward sleep.

In the quiet, Cate’s mind flickered to the little girl she’d soon call her own—a two-year-old with a future she wanted to build, a life she wanted to share. She’d been so afraid of how Jenna might react, so terrified of fracturing what they had, that she’d buried it until it spilled out in the worst way. But now, with Jenna’s arm around her, she dared to hope they could face it together. Not tonight, not in the shadowed hours of this unsteady truce—but tomorrow, when the light returned and they could look at each other without the haze of hurt clouding their visionCate’s voice broke the stillness, a fragile whisper slipping from her lips after several minutes of torturous silence. “Don’t go, don’t leave again” she murmured, her tone soft and pleading, barely audible against the quiet hum of the room. Her fingers tightened around Jenna’s hand. She couldn’t bear the thought of that door closing again, of Jenna slipping away and end up as strangers. she wouldn´t be able to cope with that again.

With a deepening sigh Jenna stood in the hotel hallway, her back pressed against the door she had just closed. Cate's word's still lingered so loudly within her mind. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to shake the semi-lightheaded feeling that crept back in, before adjusting her glasses. Without thinking, she found herself wandering down the hallway, her feet guiding her toward the lobby. What had felt like a short walk just hours ago now stretched on, each step heavier than the last. The lobby's warm, muted glow offered no comfort, so she pushed through, the fresh chill of Sydney's night air greeting her face as soon as she stepped outside. The scent of the ocean, mixed with the soft crash of waves against the shore, hit her like a wave of relief. It was everything she needed — a moment of peace, of stillness, to breathe. Taking her shoe's back off, Jenna held them within her grip, sand hitting her feet as she found spot with enough light to sit down upon, letting the wave's in her sight be exactly that her mind needed. Waves. Her thoughts came in like waves. She tried to imagine how thing's would've gone had cate told her hours prior before any drink's hit their system. She searched for the exact words, the exact emotion's to the idea this new relationship, came with a much bigger territory....a baby. Jenna knew this wasn’t Cate throwing a responsibility onto her, it wasn’t some last-minute decision that had been thrust upon her without warning. No, this was Cate sharing a huge part of her life, something she had clearly been carrying for some time. But that realization only made Jenna feel more distraught, more upset. The importance of it all—the magnitude of what Cate was offering—didn’t feel like it matched the setting in which it had been told. In the heat of the moment, with the intoxication of the night swirling between them, it felt like a bomb had dropped, and all Jenna could feel was the weight of it, heavier than any of the emotions that had come before. The timing, the place—it didn’t make sense, and it left her feeling like the most important piece of Cate’s life had been handed to her in a way that almost diminished it.

Her phone buzzed beneath her, a slight startled as the peaceful wave's had her drifted. Glancing down, the name upon the screen with the words...lit up. She felt that semi tight feeling in her chest, pulling her back to that lead up, pulling her back to the unfairness of such a serious topic being brought up like this. Her finger's hesitated as they hovered over the screen, unsure whether to open the message — she knew it would cause more harm then good had she replied....she knew cate needed to let her head settle too. And god, did she really hope she had been. An hour turned into two, turned into three. Jenna wandered more alongside the beach not checking her phone, didn’t bother with the time, lost in the space between thoughts. It wasn’t until she glanced down that she saw the screen flashing 3:45 AM. She closed her eyes, a soft groan escaping her lips as the reality of the hour hit her. Her body, still heavy with the lingering effects of alcohol, felt the semi-headache creep in, a slow throb that matched the ebbing waves around her. "fuck" she whispered under her breath.

It just hit after 4am by the time she got back, back through the hallway and back placing the key in their hotel suite in hope's she'd find that cate found some kind of peace. She made sure the door was closed slowly, gently shutting it as the room had been more darkened, more dim then before she left, before those gentle step's she took saw the back of the blonde figure laying underneath the messed sheets. There was this quiet moment, looking towards this woman whom she looked....this woman whom she easily feel in love with, had this weight of distraught surrounding her. Jenna's half weakened smile fell, it laid a sadness about the whole situation - deep down, she knew cate never intentionally did what she did on purpose, of course the brunette understood that much....but, sometime's that hurt had to take it's time to rest. It wasn’t long before she changed into her silk pyjama shorts and white tee, placing her glasses upon the bedside table and lifting the sheets over her as she gently moved her body near cate's figure. The quiet between them still felt heavy, a few hour's gone and she missed her. She missed the warmth of cate next to her, and simply, it eased the tension a little. Jenna didn’t say anything—just settled in, letting the closeness speak for itself...she wrapped her arm over cate, unaware or not if she was deep in slumber before she whispered "Just let me hold you before anything more.." they needed that much, until the morning.

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Oh, Sam, you’re a man after my own heart—ditching social media like that is exactly what I would do, I can´t keep up with it, but my girlfriend uses it a lot. it´s part of her job and i am amazed by how well she manages it. I wouldn´t be able to do that. A break after a year of filming sounds divine. Interview with the Vampire, no less—season two prep must be thrilling. I bet you’re savoring every moment of that downtime, though, just letting the calm wash over you until the chaos of the set calls again. As for me, I’ve been keeping busy—wrapped up some projects last year and now I’m dipping my toes into a few new things. A bit of theater, a bit of film, the usual dance. Mostly just enjoying to be back to the stage, one of my biggest loves. did you have a good time last week in australia? i heard you were there. how was it for you?

legends only. if it makes you feel better, i'm also not using social media. tried it for about ten seconds a couple years back and it was more than enough to make me want to toss my phone into the ocean and never look back. you're so full of compliments -- thank you, cate. got me wanting to kick my feet over here. i'm enjoying a break after filming for the last year, getting ready to film the next season of interview with the vampire. there's no set date so just relaxing until there is. what about you? what have you been up to these days?

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10 years? 10 years since I thought I was being offered to play Cinderella instead the evil step-mother? this makes me feel incredibly old, darling but we should celebrate our anniversary. i had the best time on that set with you and the rest of the cast, and i still can´t get over the amazing wardrobe and that red hair, i am still waiting for a reboot or sequel.

Cate, can you believe it has been 10 - yes, 10 - years since we were out there doing press for Cinderella. I feel like crying just thinking about it. I went down a rabbit hole looking at our photos and I still don't believe I got to share the screen with a legend like you. Please, please let me buy you dinner and drinks on this trip as a toast to our anniversary. @cate-eblanchett

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Oh, Rebecca, my darling, you’d be the most fabulous witch indeed—broomstick, cauldron, and all, with a wardrobe to make even the darkest coven jealous. I can just see you now, cackling over a spell to teleport yourself right back to my side, and honestly, if you had that kind of power, I’d be offended you hadn’t used it sooner. The universe keeping us apart this long is nothing short of a scandal, but to know you’re here in Australia too? That’s no coincidence—it’s fate with a wicked sense of timing, and I’m raising a glass to it already. I wanted to break the news in person, face to face but I can´t believe you heard it first from the other lady involved. I can´t complain and I am glad she shared details about what is happening now with us. What do you think? isn´t she incredible? i am over heels for her. and there are more news coming...i have been keeping another little secret but I want to be the first one to share this one with you. I am having another baby, the adoption is still in process but it´s very likely that I get to welcome my little girl before the month ends.

A coven? Oh, Cate, darling, don’t tempt me, I’d make a fabulous witch. But honestly, if I had actual powers, do you think I’d ever let myself be this far away from you for so long? Tragic oversight, really. And yes, you are lucky, because I am in Australia too. Fate? Coincidence? Or just the universe conspiring to make sure we finally have those drinks we keep threatening to have? Either way, I refuse to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. And by the way, Jenna told me the news. First of all, congratulations, I am thrilled for you both, truly. Secondly, how dare you let Jenna be the one to break this to me? I demand a first-hand retelling of every detail. I’m already emotionally invested, so spill it all over a very expensive bottle of wine. And just so you know, I fully intend to be the chaotic third wheel in this relationship, but only in the most supportive way, of course.

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cate: I am waiting for my razzie, I appreciate the campaign, darling and I really hope it works, I want that razzie in the middle of my two oscars, but i don´t know, lately, i lose everything so who knows! cate: i could escape from rehearsals for a week, and I can´t complain. Australia was amazing. did you have a good time? something excited happened to you during the days there? i want to hear dirty details. cate: I am back to london and also back to rehearsals but you know I am always here to text with you, i miss you, lady. if you are around please let me know. i would love to spend some time with you. we didn´t have time to hang out properly during this trip.

Vanessa: now you’ve done it, I’m blushing. You have no idea how much that means coming from you. And listen, if you want to win that damn Razzie, I will personally start an aggressive campaign to ensure it finds its rightful place between your two Oscars. A trinity of cinematic chaos and excellence, it’s exactly the kind of energy I expect from you. And Sandra? That elusive goddess? If she ever emerges from whatever top-secret, ethereal retreat she’s been hiding in, I demand she reunites with you immediately. It’s only fair. Now, onto the play, Cate Blanchett, returning home, stirring up old drama, tension, and regrets? Oh, it’s giving cinema, but on stage. I already know you’re going to be spellbinding. Consider me there. You do realise I’m coming backstage, right? Prepare for an obnoxious amount of praise and possibly some tears. And oh god, yes—Marvel promo madness. I’m mentally bracing myself for my face to be plastered on every possible surface, including lunchboxes, which, frankly, is unhinged but also kind of iconic? I might have to start gifting them to people just for the sheer absurdity of it. But you’re right, it’s exhausting and exhilarating all at once. Maybe I’ll just pretend I’m following your lead and channel my inner Blanchett. Actually, that’s a good question, what’s the secret to surviving a press tour without completely losing your sanity? Because I feel like you’ve mastered the art.

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Cate sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers twisting nervously into the fabric of the sheets as Jenna’s figure moved away from her. The room, once warm with the haze of intimacy and shared laughter, now felt cold and the tension could be felt. She hadn’t meant for it to spill out like this—not here, not now, not with the sharp tang of wine still lingering on her tongue. Her blue eyes followed Jenna as she buttoned her shirt, Cate’s chest tightened, her breath catching as she searched for something—anything—to say that might pull Jenna back, that might soften the hurt etched across her lover’s face. “Jenna, I—” she started, her voice trembling, but the words faltered, dissolving into the silence as Jenna slipped on her shoes. Cate’s hands dropped into her lap, defeated. She wasn’t used to this—being the one scrambling for footing, the one left exposed. When Jenna spoke, Cate’s gaze dropped to the floor, her blonde hair falling forward to curtain her face as shame crept up her spine. She’d wanted to share this part of herself, this decision that had been growing quietly in her heart for months—the adoption of a two-year-old girl, a fragile new piece of her life she hadn’t yet shaped into words for anyone, not even Jenna. But the timing… God, the timing was a disaster. She should have waited.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like this, I've tried too many times before but I was so scared that it would bring this to an end” Cate finally managed, her voice low and rough with emotion. She lifted her head, meeting Jenna’s eyes just as the brunette paused at the door, jacket slung over her arm. “I’ve been carrying it for so long, and tonight… I don’t know, it just slipped. I wasn’t trying to blindside you.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she swallowed hard, the vulnerability in her own voice startling her.

Jenna’s whispered “I’ll be back” lingered in the air as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Cate alone in the dimly lit room. The silence was suffocating. She pressed her palms against her thighs, anchoring herself as her mind raced. She could still see the hurt in Jenna’s eyes, the flicker of betrayal beneath the softness, and it killed her. She hadn’t lied, not intentionally—she’d just… was scared. A two-year-old girl. A daughter. The thought alone had kept her awake for weeks, a quiet joy she hadn’t known how to share until it came out in the worst possible way. Cate stood abruptly, the motion unsteady as the alcohol still buzzed faintly in her veins. She crossed to the window, peering out at the city lights blurring beyond the glass. Her reflection stared back—sharp cheekbones, wide eyes, a woman who looked far more composed than she felt. She needed to sober up, to think clearly, to figure out how to bridge the gap she’d just carved between them. Jenna deserved that. They both did. Cate was so scared, she was losing a woman she loved again, what if Jenna didn´t come back? what if they wouldn't talk again? the blonde was mortified and she walked back and forth around the suite, the uneasy feeling was killing her, she thought about get more drinks but she thought about jenna´s words, she must be sober. The australian texted Jenna "I am sorry about everything. I love you, please, don´t forget that and I never meant to leave you out of this. I want you to be part of this, of my life" she sent it and while the time was frozen, Cate laid down, she stayed there staring at her phone waiting for a reply, but it seemed that jenna really needed space. She sighed, she was shivering inside scared to lose everything. the hours passed and it was the cruelest eternity, tired of waiting staring out the window from the bed where she was curled up, cate finally was defeated falling asleep still waiting for a signal from Jenna.

The sudden rush of sitting up too fast might have played a part, or perhaps the alcohol had sent a surge of blood to her head. It could have been a combination of both, intensified by the staggering realisation—she had indeed heard cate right. Jenna remained straggled over cate's legs, frozen. Surprised and confusion - both emotions swirled in her mind like a sudden blur. Her quiet stillness remained, beside's the mass of blinking that hazed her vision with cate's each passing word. It was a lot. for both woman, clearly. She had yet to say a word and yet she felt her mouth going dry. What felt like an evening headed in the direction of drunken sex...was now a fleeting moment...a situation more serious, now attached to a tipsy situation. And that, that was had the brunette staying quiet, she wasn’t frustrated, or angry. She was hurt. Jenna was hurt.

Her brow's were frowned - more of a confusing expression, like she wasn’t entirely sure what do to next. Gently, she finally pushed herself off cate, standing up in front of the blonde. It was second's before she reached upon the bed for her white button up, holding it close to her chest before her gaze was landing over cate's in the sudden plea "I uh—" Jenna’s lips parted, her voice barely rising above a whisper, like the words had to fight their way out. "Why couldn’t you have waited to tell me when we were both sober?" There was no anger in her tone, just a softness that betrayed her hurt. Her eyes were still on Cate, but the sadness in her gaze was unmistakable. She hated seeing Cate like this—frantic, searching for the right words, her own vulnerability clear. And it stung, because Jenna knew she should have the right words, too. But she didn’t. Not now. Not with the alcohol still clouding everything, not when emotions were tangled and the moment felt so wrong. Jenna took the fabric from her chest and started placing the shirt back on, buttoning up the appropriate amount of buttons .

Her eyes flicked back up to Cate, her voice softer now. "I just… I just need us to have this conversation when we’re both in the right place. Not like this." She wanted to reach for her, to close the distance, but the wall of confusion and hurt between them was too thick. "I’m going to clear my head… I’ll be back. But just—" She paused, her gaze lingering on Cate for a moment, soft yet pained. "You need to, as well." She needed distance, a moment to breathe, to process the overwhelming wave of everything that had just been thrown at her. And she could see the same need in Cate's eyes—just as much confusion, just as much vulnerability. Jenna buttoned her shirt, slid on her shoes, and grabbed her jacket, phone, and room key. Each movement was mechanical, like her body was going through the motions while her mind was somewhere else, racing to make sense of everything. "I’ll be back," she whispered under her breath, like a double reassurance towards cate . She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to walk away from Cate, but the distance felt necessary, even if it tore her up inside, it needed to calm.

[cate-eblanchett]

The stress that Cate had been accumulating over the last months was indescribable. She had been dealing with a lot of paperwork, calls, orientations, and pressure since the moment she received an email last December, when everything started. When Julianna and she decided to call it quits and cancel the wedding just a few days before the ceremony, Cate little did know that the process they had started as a couple—after long conversations and the illusion of growing old together and sharing much more than their love as a couple—meant they wanted to have something of their own, a proof of their love and union. What could be stronger than a child together? The romanticism took over them, without them thinking twice about the compromise, the responsibility, or what could happen if their love didn’t subsist. And that’s exactly what happened. In the blink of an eye, their lives changed forever. Who could have thought that now they didn’t even cross looks or exchange a word now? Cate was sunk in a long-term depression; the pain didn’t seem to vanish, and this sensation lasted for months. She never thought or considered that Julianna and she had previously started the paperwork for an adoption.

It wasn’t until December that the Australian actress received the most unexpected call. “There’s a baby girl for you and your wife,” the social worker said with an enthusiastic tone of voice. “She is a precious angel of thirteen months,” she added, causing a tremendous shock to Cate, who had practically forgotten about it and the possibility of having a child with Julianna. Since then, everything changed within her, and the idea of becoming a mom again was awakened. The motherly instinct appeared in her life again with the possibility of having a new daughter in her arms and raising her with all the love she had put into her older children—most of them grown up and independent, with only Iggy and Edith still depending on her. It was a selfish act, but she wanted another little human to love. She had the possibilities and facilities to do it. How could she quit on her and take away all the possibilities of having a better life just because she was no longer with Julianna? But the news came at the most unexpected moment, when Cate finally found a way to love and be loved again. Her relationship was official and stable with a woman she truly loved—a woman who seemed far away from being interested in having a kid at this point in her life. How would Cate come to tell her she wanted a baby and restart the motherhood process again? Was it a mistake? Probably. She had to give up one of her possibilities: love or motherhood?

“I am adopting a baby girl,” she whispered, out of breath and looking intensely into Jenna’s eyes, realizing that she had just spoken the truth after weeks of trying to hide this secret or find the right way and the right moment to express what was happening. No one knew it, only her own mother. Her kids briefly knew of Cate’s intention to add someone to the family, and they seemed enthusiastic about it, except for Edith. Cate started to notice how the sparkle in Jenna’s eyes instantly turned off. Cate felt tears start to pool in her baby-blue eyes. Fear took control of her, and she clenched her grip around Jenna’s forearms, fighting to make her stay. “I can’t leave that girl alone. I wanted to tell you. I swear I wanted to say it, but… I didn’t know what to expect. The last thing I wanted was to lose you, even before having you in this way,” Cate said sincerely, trying to keep Jenna with her. But before she could hold her close, she felt Jenna free herself from Cate’s grip, making her feel the absence of her weight over her body and the cold sensation of not having her skin against hers. Cate sat down and covered herself as if she were ashamed of showing off too much, but it wasn’t about her body. She was exposing her feelings, her vulnerability, and her worst fear: being abandoned by her love once again. “Jenna… say something, please. I beg you.”

The white collared shirt draped carelessly from one shoulder, revealing her bare chest as she playfully flexed her arm. " i don't know - i think it was that cocktail of yours, gave me super strength " she chuckled, the twinkle in her eye was pure mischief as she struck the pose, the fabric of her shirt swaying softly with her movements as she tilted her head back between cates neck. Gentle kisses turned into soft sucking as the words humming from cate's lips, vibrated against Jenna's. With concentrating between each kiss, each bite, cate's voice was like an ignition for Jenna's current ambition. it didn’t matter what word's left the woman's lips...but god, did she love eventually shutting her up. All in all, that hint of messiness still came with being both horny and intoxicated. Laying on these rustled sheets, navigating through each heightened sense. The brunette burst into laughter, her free hand playfully covering her face, while her eyes remained fixed upon the wild one's beneath her, taking in every inch. With a soft "mmmm" she pressed her lips together and nodded, her own hand gliding from her cheek straight down to cate's chest. " Since you asked so sweetly - I plan on fucking you more then just once...or even twice" those word's were already muffled into the sweet kisses she began leaving over the fabric that kept Jenna's lips from cate's bare skin like a barrier. Red lipstick markings kept her busy to focus upon the whispering hums and their meanings, too fixated on the pleasure she wanted to give her girlfriend. That thuggish pull from Cate was enough to bring that pure, passionate and messy make out session back upon one another's lips. Her teeth lingered over cate's bottom, lip practically leaving a soft hiss - with each pull came Jenna's darkened eye's as she watch cate quickly shed that fabric barrier between them. She straddled herself completely over the blonde, her own fabric falling from her shoulders as she eventually lowered her body back down. With her hands gripping the sides of cates neck, she planted her wet kisses a little harder each time - passionate enough to leave exact marks she wanted her to seeing very clearly in the morning. Cate's grip upon her back was a mix of pleasure and pain when the tip's of her finger's pinned down with pressure. She was so lost in cate, so erupted by their drunken foreplay that by the time cate's confession even hit her, she was mid bite "wait." was like a breathless halt, her chest heaving as silence fell. Jenna was inches by cate's face, still gaining her breath awaiting cate's facial expression to change, for her to repeat the word's to tell her she misheard. But simply, she didn't.

Jenna stayed perched comfortably atop Cate, adjusting her glasses with a subtle, amused smirk as she straightened up. "What are you talking about?" She blinked, a look of playful confusion crossing her face, like she was fighting back a laugh at the tangled words spilling from the blonde beneath her. "Maybe it's those strong drinks, but… I don't think i heard you properly or i uh- i don't understand what's happening"

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Cate licked her lips and gasped as her body suddenly pressed against the mattress. Jenna’s swift move caught her off guard, sparking a soft laugh. Cate’s senses, dulled by the alcohol coursing through her, lagged slightly. “You’re so strong—I like it,” she whispered, feeling the warmth of Jenna’s body hovering above hers. Her skin prickled as Jenna’s kisses trailed along her neck, igniting an instant reaction. “I’m drunk,” Cate chuckled, her eyes fluttering shut, “but when I’m drunk, I get horny—hornier than usual, I mean.” Her hands began to roam Jenna’s bare back, pressing possessively as if staking a claim, fighting to keep her close. “please, fuck me” she murmured hoarsely against Jenna’s ear. “Let’s forget about the pizza—we always do anyway.” “You’re driving me crazy, Jenna. You have no fucking idea,” the blonde added, her voice trembling as their chests pressed together. She craved the raw contact of skin on skin. “I’m losing you. I’m going to lose you,” she whispered, the alcohol unraveling a tangled cluster of feelings that had been festering in her chest for months—feelings she hadn’t dared fully confess. Cate’s hands slid up to Jenna’s face, gripping it firmly as she locked eyes with her. Her blue gaze shimmered with unspoken need, but words failed her. Instead, she silenced her swirling thoughts with a kiss—a hungry, breathless clash that left their lips red and swollen. When Cate finally pulled back, she tore at her shirt, buttons parting quickly. Biting her lip, she smirked, wrapping her arms around Jenna’s neck and pulling her in. Jenna’s lips found her neck again, and Cate clung to her, losing herself in the sensation once more. A soft moan escaped her as her mind blurred, reality and fantasy bleeding together. Then, abruptly, she tightened her grip, hugging Jenna, a soft moan escaped her as her mind blurred, reality and fantasy bleeding together. Then, abruptly, she tightened her grip, hugging Jenna as if her life depended on it. “I’m adopting a baby,” she blurted out, the words spilling into the charged air between them.

Simply put, Jenna could tempt cate until the sun came up. She'd take the lead… then fall back, letting Cate chase and vice versa. She'd lock eyes, tease with a smile that promised mischief, and let the moment stretch on. Or so were the thoughts before the knocking caused the sudden pause. And a pause caused a halt in the heat that had been teasing over her leg, the moment interrupted by their late night meal

Jenna's laughter was soft, almost a whisper, as the cheese stretched between the slice she was feeding Cate. She blew the last little piece off the edge before taking a bite herself, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as the taste hit her— it was enough to be a very close second to the actives that would be occurring upon their sheets this evening. A dramatic moan escaped her lips, one that was almost too exaggerated to be serious, but when her eyes blinked open, the playful glint in them was undeniable. Her smile deepened, the joy in her expression crinkling the corners of her eyes as she met Cate’s gaze, unspoken promises hanging in the air. "well, i personally think i lucked out hard..." Jenna finally said, her voice soft but full of satisfaction as she swallowed the last bit of crust. She wiped the crumbs away with a napkin, a playful grin still tugging at her lips. But then, without missing a beat, Cate’s forehead was resting against hers. Everything was so clear, how such a gentle level of intimacy, could ignite such an intense feeling "If I have any anything to do with it —and I definitely do — I’m forever about making my woman happy. " Jenna’s voice dropped to a teasing whisper as she pressed a light kiss to Cate’s nose. "that she feels secure. " Her fingers danced through Cate’s blonde hair, the soft strands slipping effortlessly between her fingertips. "And—" Just as Cate was about to respond, the pizza was almost a casualty, but with a mischievous grin, Jenna scooped Cate up and playfully tossed her onto the bed, hovering above her with a triumphant sparkle in her eyes. "satisfied" Jenna teased, her voice full of playful confidence, clearly enjoying every second of this little game. "In every way imaginable," she murmured, brushing her hair aside to reveal Cate's neck, then softly kissed one of the freckles she had already claimed as her favorite.

[cate-eblanchett]

Cate Blanchett attends Hollywood Fame's Great Barrier Reef Party, Queensland, Australia.

[cate-eblanchett]

The atmosphere was intoxicating—the intimacy of their suite, the alcohol, the stunning view, and the buzz from the drinks they’d been sharing. Cate felt everything else slip away as she sat so close to Jenna, who spoke in that sensual, inviting tone, looking utterly irresistible. The blonde laughed as Jenna teased her, brushing her tongue against her ear and sending shivers cascading through her body. "Oh, don’t tempt me like this," Cate pleaded, closing her eyes with a soft sigh. She was on the verge of giving in to Jenna’s touch, a naughty remark dancing on her lips, when a sudden knock at the door startled her. She jumped slightly and chuckled. "You’re not answering the door like that," she teased, glancing at Jenna’s bare chest with an amused grin. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jenna’s lips, then stood and hurried to the door.

The pizza arrived, and the two women settled back into their cozy spot. Cate knelt close to Jenna as the other woman began feeding her a slice. "Bon appétit, darling," Jenna whispered, pulling back to take another sip of her drink. Cate, meanwhile, was drinking at a reckless pace. "I’m so happy you’re here," she slurred, her words tumbling out as she struggled to stay coherent. "That we’re roommates, and that I get to be your woman—I’m so proud of it. things are going to be this good forever?" she asked pressing her forehead against Jenna´s

Jenna's brows lifted, wiggling just enough that her excitement was impossible to miss "mmm gotta get my five a day...si délicieux" she joked . The taste of the peach liqueur lingered on her lips, sweet and rich, almost masking the sharp alcohol scent that mingled with the perfume wafting from the blonde. In her mind, it was a double aphrodisiac.

As she settled onto the edge of the bed, her body swayed softly, a playful dance that mirrored the lighthearted buzz of their tipsy state, a delightful balance that was both entertaining and charming. Each finger gliding over a button, slowly loosening them one by one, savouring the moment as Cate's silhouette finally appeared before her, capturing her full attention. Her leg's were open, wide enough for the other's figure to cosy on in between her suit pants. Jenna playfully brushed her hand just above her knee, inviting her girlfriend to sit down. "Just keep it between us, okay? I can't have the other bartenders figuring out that you're my favorite. I only tip the ones who are hot," she teased with a twinkle in her eye. With cate as close as she wanted,the soft brush of her fingers against Jenna's skin while the last two buttons were undone was a tantalizing test of restraint to not throw cate right down upon those bedsheets beneath them "i love it even more when you join me in my nudist habit" she whispered playfully, her voice a teasing melody as cate's warm hand settled right over her bare chest, that gentle touch brought Jenna's lips to hover just above Cate's ear. She traced her tongue along the delicate curve of Cate's lobe and down her neck, as she held her position....But just as the heat between them intensified, a knock at the door shattered the atmosphere, accompanied by a playful groan from the two tipsy women. "I almost forgot I ordered the food," Jenna exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement. "Could you, babe? I can't go tipping anyone else before you" she winked, patting the woman's behind as she bounced up from Jenna's leg.

It was all casual right up until the suit door closed once again, Jenna's chuckle's were set off as Cate swerved around with their pizza, served upon the fanciest dinning set of wheel's. with both their cocktail's within reach, and the pizza's steam certainly fresh Jenna pat down right next to her. It wasn’t long before Jenna was taking a slice and feeding it to cate "bon appétit chérie"