Laura Peterson & Bradley Jackson complete the Google Autocomplete Interview | WIRED

The studio is alive with quiet chatter and the hum of equipment as final preparations for the segment come together. The bright lights of the WIRED set casts a warm glow over the polished white backdrop…two black shop stools sit in main focus with the guests of honor perched on both. Laura Peterson adjusts the cuffs of her tailored black blazer, her jeans crossed casually at the knee as she scans those around her…taking in her surroundings. Meanwhile, Bradley Jackson, is sitting on the adjacent stool, her makeup artist Gabby, leaning in to at her cheekbone with a precision brush. The faint scent of setting spray lingering in the air.

However…Gabby is struggling to finish her work—because Bradley’s head keep turning toward the woman next to her.

“You’re killing me, Jackson.” Gabby mutters, chuckling under her breath as Bradley’s gaze wanders again. “Can you please keep your eyes forward?”

“Sorry!” Bradley snaps her attention back to Gabby, cheeks flushing slightly. She then flashes a grin, tilting her head toward Laura. “Blame the wife…she knows what her in a black blazer and blue jeans does to me.”

“Sorry, Gabby.” Laura’s lips curve into a knowing smirk before she looks at all of the crew. “Are we all situated?”

One of the producers nods his head and motions to Bradley and her makeup artist. “We are good to go after last touches.”

“Awesome…thank you.” Bradley says to Gabby as she finishes and steps away. The blonde then looks at the small table to her right, and the small table to her wife’s left…both covered in large white boards. “These are all the boards for the game?”

“Yup.” A crew member confirms from behind the camera. “We are good for countdown.”

Producers and various crew members continue moving around the in the background, adjusting cameras and lighting. A hand raises from behind the main camera at the front, signaling the countdown as the studio quiets.

“Five, four…three, two….”

A sharp wave from the producer signals the two UBA news anchors to begin with the game.

“Hey, I’m Bradley Jackson.” Bradley begins, her bright smile lighting up the monitor by the main camera.

“And I’m Laura Peterson.” Laura follows, her tone smooth and confident, though her lips twitch at the corners, betraying her amusement.

Bradley still smiling glances at her wife before staring back at the camera. “And we are here to do the WIRED Google Autocomplete Interview.”

Laura just nods her head and sighs playfully. “Yup.”

“I don’t know if I really understand this game.” Laura continues as she looks around the studio.

“Babe…we talked about this in the car.” Bradley chuckles…her eyes twinkling. “Remember…I showed you the one with Danny DeVito.”

Laura laughs under her breath and lets out a long huff. “Right.”

The crew behind the cameras stifle chuckles as the two women settle into their easy rhythm, their chemistry shining through with every exchange glance and playful smirk.

“I am already sweating.” Bradley confesses, fanning herself dramatically up to the sky before looking to the producers and crew behind the cameras. “Because if you are wondering if I ever Google myself…I do. And then regret immediately.”

Laura nods her head. “Yea.”

“Yea.” Bradley echoes before raising an eyebrow teasingly at her wife. “Do you ever Google yourself Peterson?”

“Absolutely not.” Laura says firmly as she adjusts herself in her seat. “That’s what Gordon is for…and he’s not allowed to tell me what he finds.”

“Smart.” Bradley nods approvingly as giggles can be heard from behind the camera.

Laura smirks with a hint of pride. “I know.”

“Very, very smart.” Bradley says into the camera…her eyebrows wiggling.

“It’s not all window dressing.” Laura quips as he waves her hand over her face before pointing to Bradley to grab the first card.

Bradley smiles and grabs the card on the tiny table next to her and clicks her tongue against her check before handing her wife the card. “Well, you’re up good-looking.”

Laura takes the car and looks it over. “Is Laura Peterson…”

Bradley nods her head and motions to the board in the other woman’s hands. “You just tear off the strips of white paper.”

“Is Laura Peterson….” Laura starts as she tears the first white strip off before reading the full question. “Is Laura Peterson war reporter?”

Bradley simply hums in amusement. “Great question…terrible grammar.”

“After the 9/11 attacks, I helped cover the War on Terror in Afghanistan from 2001 to about 2003. I traveled and worked closely with the 25th Marine Regiment of the United States Marine Corps.” Laura explains to the camera, glancing every so often the woman next to her…the blonde smiling in pride. “I then continued as a wartime correspondent in Iraq, around 2004-2005.”

“The work she did was outstanding….though I am biased.” Bradley gushes proudly.

Laura gives her a small smile before biting at her bottom lip, capturing the last details. “My last wartime correspondent assignment was in 2008, when I covered the Russo-Georgian War, after Russia invaded Georgia. I was actually in the Kodori Valley for quite a while.”

“Like I said…outstanding…and incredibly brave.” Bradley says warmly as she briefly rubs her wife’s knee with her hand.

Laura smiles back with a scrunched nose before ripping off a second white strip….revealing the next popular question.

“Is Laura Peterson nice?” Laura reads before grumbling under her breath. “What the hell.”

Bradley chokes back an amused laugh before waving a hand towards her wife. “Well…the people are waiting, darling.”

“I am nice…sweetie pie.” Laura insists.

Bradley laughs out loud and looks to the camera. “Very nice.”

“Thank you.” Laura replies before ripping off the third white strip and looking at the camera as she reads off the sentence. “Is Laura Peterson married?”

“Hell yes she is!” Bradley explains as she holds up her hand for a high-five. “Almost 16 months…boom.”

“Boom.” Laura repeats as she slaps her hand against her wife’s.

Bradley nodding her head wipes at her knee. “What do the kids say? I got that on lock.”

“Yea…I don’t love that.” Laura grimaces.

“You got me on lock too.” Bradley counters, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Oh, that’s alright then.” Laura chirps back before turning to the front camera. “I am happily married, yes.”

Bradley waves her hand between herself and Laura before confirming. “We are happily married…hence why I think she’s very nice.

Laura removes another strip…eliciting a groan from her lips. Bradley hearing her wife leans over and reads off the board in the brunette’s hands.

“Is Laura Peterson gay?” Bradley reads…before breaking out in laughter.

“Seriously.” Laura deadpans….rolling her eyes.

“Was that from the first Google search ever?” Bradley jokes, earning a playful shove from Laura.

“Is that an age joke?” Laura retorts…her eyes narrowing.

Bradley laughs again and narrows her eyes at her wife. “Did you come out of the closet before Google?”

“Let’s move on.” Laura retorts before facing the camera. “Very nice…and very gay.”

The blonde continues to laugh under her breath as she watches Laura, compose herself once again, and carefully peel off the next white strip from the board she’s holding…to reveal another bold sentence.

Is Laura Peterson favorite color?

Laura rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I’m worried about the generations of people typing in these poorly written questions in the search bar.”

“Favorite color, babe.” Bradley chirps…wanting her wife to stay focused.

Laura thinks about it for a second before looking to the camera. “Grey.”

“Grey.” Bradley nods confirming the…bland color.

“What?” Laura questions…noticing the look.

“Nothing…” Bradley laughs lightly to herself as she motions for Laura to rip off another strip.

Laura gives her one last look but moves to rip off another one...revealing the next line.

Is Laura Peterson exes with Alex Levy in 90s?

Bradley’s reaction is instantaneous. Her eyes widen, and within seconds, she bursts out in laughter, throwing her head back dramatically before doubling over, hand clutching her side.

“Oh my god!” She wheezes between laughs, her cheeks flushed.

Laura squints at her wife, one brow arching. “Stop.”

“I can’t--” Bradley gaps…still trying to catch her breath. “My side.”

Laura exhales, visibly unimpressed but fighting a smile of her own. She turns to the camera, her voice flat yet slightly amused. “The answer is no.”

Bradley snorts, attempting to rein herself in but failing. “But it’s still really funny.”

Laura smirks faintly, adjusting her position in her seat once again. “Alex and I were friends in the 90s…we were both kind of at the same point in our careers. First starting out and we became friends through mutual people…but then we kind of drifted apart.”

“Until…” Bradley prompts…her grin widening as she leans slightly closer to Laura.

“Until…” Laura drawls playfully as she gestures between herself at her wife. “We got together and then eventually with how close you two have become…we kind of rekindled our friendship again.”

“Very true.” Bradley agrees, sitting up straighter before looking directly into the camera, her expression mock-serious. “And game nights are as competitive as you’d think they are.”

Laura chuckles as she tosses the board to the ground with a thud. “Next board.”

Reaching to her side, she grabs another board, her face lighting up the moment she sees her wife’s name on it. “Ooohhh.”

Bradley leans over and grumbles under her breath. “Oh this is me…oh god.”

Laura snickers at her wife’s grumble and hands her the board before rubbing at her knee with her hand. Bradley clears her throat and rips off the first white strip…revealing the first auto-complete search.

Is Bradley Jackson bisexual and married?

Laura leans over to read and smiles in amusement as she runs her fingers through thick brown waves of hair. “Ooooh, a two-fer.”

“Check and check.” Bradley chirps to the camera before going back to the board. “Next.”

Laura chuckles, shaking her head at her wife’s antics as she watch her remove the next strip...revealing the next sentence.

Is Bradley Jackson natural blonde?

“Yikes.” Bradley quips through a huff…throwing her eyes to the ceiling.

Laura laughs lightly and answers without missing a beat. “She is not.”

“I’m a fake blonde.” Bradley admits as she places her free hand on her chest, throwing a glance to the woman to her right. “Plus…my wife has a thing for blondes.”

“Bradley.” Laura chirps back.

“What?” Bradley shrugs…her eyes sparkling with teasing delight. “Come on.”

Laura shakes her head, laughing. “I would love you in any color.”

“Really?” Bradley tilts her head, narrowing her eyes playfully. “So I could go…jet black. You’d be okay with it?”

Laura doesn’t flinch. “Of course.”

“Liar.” Bradley snorts…her grin breaking wide as she leans closer.

Laura bites her lip, turning away from her wife. “Is it getting hot in here?”

“It’s not.” Bradley replies smugly…leaning back in her chair. “What about red?”

Laura sighs in amusement, smirking as she motions to the next search. “Let’s keep it moving Jackson.”

“Is Bradley Jackson…” Bradley starts to say as she rips off a strip to reveal the rest. “Is Bradley Jackson a top?”

“Oh my god.” Laura mutters under her breath…as a blush of red travels down her neck.

“I am--” Bradley starts but is quickly cut off.

“Not answering that question.” Laura finishes as she narrows her eyes at her wife.

Bradley nods her head am chortles under her breath. “I am not answering that question…obviously.”

“Obviously.” Laura echoes as she relaxes and leans back in her seat.

Bradley’s eyes twinkle with amusement as she delicately peels of another white strip from the board in her hand. She starts to take it off very, very slowly…throwing a widening grin to her wife. Laura shoots her a sidelong glance, a smirk tugging at her lips as she motions for her to just rip the strip off the board. The blonde lets out a laugh and finally pulls the strip off….letting the paper crumple to the ground.

“Is Bradley Jackson related to Kate Jackson?” Bradley reads before her eyes go bright and she waves her hand in excitement at the mention of the ‘70s television icon. “Oooh! Throwback!”

“Amazing. Laura agrees before humming the iconic Charlie’s Angels theme. “Da da da…dad a daa da….”

“Da da da…da.da.daaaa….” Bradley joins in happily before tossing her head back in mock regret and looking at the camera. “I wish!”

Laura smiles and lightly rubs at her nose. “This probably came up after the Charlie’s Angels Anniversary special on The Morning Show.”

“Can you imagine?” Bradley drawls wistfully under her breath before facing the camera once again. “But….no….unfortunately.”

“These are fun.” Laura says as she nods her head at the board, encouraging her wife to continue with the next strip.

“I love Kate Jackson.” Bradley sighs for comedic effect before moving on to the next strip on the board. “Is Bradley Jackson from the south?”

Laura can’t help but snort out loud…causing her wife’s hand to flick her fingers playfully at her knee.

“West Virginia—born and raised.” Bradley says with a smirk before placing her hand on her chest. “I’m a sucker for sweet tea and ‘70s southern rock.”

Laura chimes in playfully at the camera. “I can confirm this.”

“Oh, you can?” Bradley chirps back.

Laura nods confidently. “My wife likes her sweet tea with a small pinch of chili powder and her favorite band is…Black Oak Arkansas.”

“Babe…” Bradley sings under her breath…incredibly touched before clicking her tongue against her cheek. “She’s right.”

For a brief moment, the UBA evening news anchor lets herself bask in the quiet realization that she has married someone who knows her better than anyone else ever could. How did she get so lucky? She exhales a short warm breath before continuing with the game.

“Okay…last one.” Bradley says as she tears off the last strip. “Is Bradley Jackson vegan.” The blonde shakes her head with zero hesitation, shaking her head. “No absolutely not. But I support the right to choose…on mostly everything.”

Laura nods her head and hums…looking at the ground as the blonde continues. “Mmmmmmm.”

“Even if your choice is to eat tofu and grass.” Bradley quips before tossing the board over her shoulder.

“This is fun…let’s grab another board.” Bradley says as she adjusts herself in her seat and watches as her wife reaches and grabs another board. “You got this one, my love?”

“I got it.” Laura says as she rests the board on her knee…intrigued at what pops up in the search bar. “Ooohh…questions on The Morning show.”

“Interesting.” Bradley says as she taps her fingers in mock impatience before waving her hand toward herself. “Lay it on me.”

Laura adjusts her blazer, glancing briefly at her wife with an amused smile as she peels back the first strip of paper….revealing the question.

Is The Morning Show worth it?

“Worth what?” Bradley asks, her voice tinged with mock indignation. She gestures dramatically to the board in Laura’s hands. “Like worth watching? Or…worth existing?”

Laura chuckles, rolling her eyes at the blonde’s flair. “I’m blaming the TikTok generation.”

Bradley bites at her bottom lip, ever quick on her feet, and counters. “We need the TikTok generation.”

“I don’t blame the TikTok generation.” Laura deadpans before facing the camera lens in front of her. “To answer the question—yes, The Morning Show is worth it.”

Bradley grins and lets out a snort. “Good save.”

Laura nods her head back before revealing and reading off the next question. “Is The Morning Show live?”

“It sure is.” Bradley chirps with a nod of her head.

Laura also nods…her tone confident. “The Morning Show is one of the few morning shows that sill does it. Live broadcasts are a cornerstone of what we do at UBA.”

“Okay…company line.” Bradley interjects playfully before clearing her throat and looking at the camera in front of her. “It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. You’ve got one shot—no do-overs, no cuts. What you see is what you get.”

Laura smiles before continuing. “It’s all part of the magic of live TV. That stakes are high, and that’s what keeps it so authentic.”

“Agreed.” Bradley says as she nods her head towards the board…motioning to her wife to take off another strip.

Laura peels off the white strip and reads the question…her tone going soft. “Is The Morning Show 9/11?”

Bradley’s smile disappears slowly off her face as she inhales deeply. She then exhales slowly, her gaze instinctively turning to Laura. The blonde knows this is a tough subject for the woman next to her…who had been in New York on that fateful day.

“Uhhh…” Laura starts before clicking her tongue against her cheek…feeling the instant weight on her shoulders. “The Morning Show, along with many other national and local newscasts, did their absolute best to inform the American public of the tragedy and give a voice to the victims.”

There’s a brief pause, the room heavy with the significance of her words. Bradley, her expression soft, watches Laura with quiet admiration.

“Well said.” Bradley says…offering her wife a comforting and reassuring smile.

Laura glances back, her lips curving into another smile, before peeling off the next strip.

Is The Morning Show based on Your Day America?

“Oh god.” Bradley sighs…shaking her head and looking around the studio.

Laura cackles through closed lips before scrunching her thick brown waves with her free hand. “Somewhere Alex Levy is…screaming.”

“Some would say that Your Day America is based off of The Morning Show.” Bradley says to the camera before looking to her wife for backup. “Technically…right?”

“I’m trying to tread lightly….” Laura drawls jokingly as she tilts her head back and forth. “But yes…I would say that is fair.”

“The Morning Show premiered in October of 1955.” Bradley says before turning her head to face her wife. “What about Your Day America?”

“Ummmm…” Laura pauses as she tries to think back on her old network. “1967.”

“12 years after The Morning Show.” Bradley says, leaning back, a playful grin spreading on her face. “Interesting.”

Laura chuckles in amusement at her funny wife before grabbing another board and handing it to her wife. Bradley takes it in her hands and starts reading as she pulls off the strip. “Does The Morning Show air in the United Kingdom?”

“Ooohhh, interesting question.” Laura says…her eyes still on the board in Bradley’s hand. “It does not….it’s an American broadcast.”

Bradley nods her head in agreement. “The United Kingdom does have Good Morning Britain and BBC Breakfast…very good programs over there.”

Laura nods her head as Bradley peels of another strip…revealing the second question on the white board.

Does The Morning Show air during holidays?

“Great question.” Bradley quips.

Laura smiles and tugs at her black blazer, her tone amused but informative. “No, The Morning Show does not air live episodes during the holidays.”

“But!” Bradley interjects, pointing at the camera with mock seriousness. ‘Your favorite anchors at UBA often cover the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade…or New Year’s Eve in Times Square.”

“True.” Laura agrees with a fond smile. “You’ve hosted the parade twice, right?”

Bradley nods her head and puffs out her chest playfully. “I also covered New year’s Eve last year…it was fun.” She says before ripping away another strip. “Does the Morning Show have cooking segments?”

The question sends both women into a fit of giggles…as the room disappears and they are the only ones there for a brief moment. Bradley leans back, her laugh rich and unrestrained. Laura, shakes her head, already knowing where this is going. The producers and crew chuckle lightly behind the camera, sensing the fun energy radiating from the couple.

“I like this question…it brings me back.” Bradley says as she wipes a tear from her eye.

Laura tilts her head knowingly. “Of our very brief stint as television chefs?”

“During COVID!” Bradley exclaims, sitting forward. “We were dragged into filming cooking segments while at the ranch to…fill time, I suppose.”

Laura turns toward the camera. “For context, during lockdown, we would take recipes that viewers shared with us on social media and would attempt to make them on the show. Bradley wasn’t necessarily into it, but--”

“I was a good sport!” Bradley interrupts, though her grin betrays her.

Laura’s laugh deepens. “You tried to tie in political pop culture with every dish we made. For example, we made patatas bravas, and Bradley thought it was the perfect opportunity to discuss Spain’s complex relationship with facism--”

“It was relevant!” Bradley interjects once again, her hand raised in defense.

Laura ignores her playfully and continues. “—and Francisco Franco’s support of Nazi Germany, all while she sautéed potatoes and peppers.”

“What?” Bradley asks innocently, her mouth open in exaggerated offense. “It’s true!”

Laura turns to the crew with an expression of affectionate exasperation. “Meanwhile, The Morning Show producers were calling daily to see what the hell we were doing.”

Bradley shrugs her shoulders as she taps her fingers on the edge of the board. “I thought it added spice!”

“Well, we survived.” Laura retorts, shaking her head.

Bradley grins at her wife. “You loved it.”

Laura arches an eyebrow and continues to shake her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The two women share a look, as their laughter settles into fond smiles before Bradley grabs another white strip to remove. “Does The Morning Show win awards?”

Laura chuckles and nods her head. “Yes. The Morning Show has won dozens of awards throughout its storied tenure at UBA.”

“Emmy’s upon Emmy’s.” Bradley adds, nodding her own head. “And not just the daytime ones. We’re talking primetime categories, journalistic excellence, humanitarian awards...quite impressive.”

“Okay, next board.” Laura says as she reaches down to grab a new board reading off what is in the search bar. “Does Bradley Jackson…..are you good doing another one?”

“I got it.” Bradley says as she accepts the board from her wife and holds it with one hand while using the other hand to rip away a strip. “Does Bradley Jackson have tattoos?” She smiles into the camera. “Ding, ding, ding….I do have tattoos.”

Laura nods her head. “Three.”

“They are usually hidden by a good-tailored pantsuit.” Bradley teases with wiggling eyebrows before ripping the second strip away. “Does Bradley Jackson swear on live TV?” She groans under her breath and squints her eyes back at the brunette. “Are you fucking with me?”

“What?” Laura chortles as the blonde reaches over and playfully pinches her arm…causing her to laugh even more. “Ouch!”

“That happened twice.” Bradley defends to the camera, holding up two fingers. “In my earlier days in reporting…back in West Virginia.”

“What about just now?” Laura points out…raising an eyebrow.

“Bradley pauses, pretending to think. “So....three times.”

“What about--”

“Seven times, max!” Bradley interjects, waving her hands as Laura dissolves into laughter. The evening news anchor then moves to quickly peel off the next strip.

Does Bradley Jackson sing?

“Yes…I love this question.” Bradley says before looking down at the ground.

Laura nods knowingly. “She can sing.”

“I’m not terrible.” Bradley concedes with a humble shrug as she keeps her eyes away from the camera in the front.

“Bradley has two genres.” Laura says into the camera as she starts holding up her finger. “Sitting around the fireplace she loves some 90s indie, right?”

“Right.” Bradley agrees…nodding.

Laura holds up another finger and finishes her thought. And then whenever we go on a long car ride or something…southern rock, of course.”

“Of course.” Bradley confirms before taking her turns to look at the camera. “Also…strong 90s women country…mostly The Judds.”

Laura nods her head and snaps her fingers. “Born to Be Blue.”

“I also love classic country…like really classic.” Bradley continues as she clears her throat and quietly coughs in her fist. “I actually performed at my high school talent show as June Carter Cash…I sang her version of Ring of Fire.”

“What?” Laura chirps as her jaw drops in surprise. “You did.”

“I sure did.” Bradley replies as she looks to her wife. “Won the whole thing too.”

“Is there video somewhere?” Laura asks with a raised eyebrow.

Bradley shakes her head in amusement before shrugging her shoulders. “There’s a good chance there’s an old VHS somewhere in my childhood things.

“Well, I know what I’m doing this weekend.” Laura drawls under her breath as she claps her hands and glances once again at the camera.

“Okay….” Bradley snorts as she peels off another strip.

Does Bradley Jackson have a book?

Bradley confused, squints her eyes before turning to the camera. “I own many books.”

The studio erupts in laughter. Laura, sitting next to her, tips her head back, her laugh bright and uninhibited…as she wipes the corner of her eyes. Behind the cameras, the crew continues to chuckle, their amusement mingling with Laura’s laughter. Bradley grins and give a small shrug into the camera.

“But, no…my wife is the award winning author.” Bradley says as she peels off another white strip of paper off the board before reading the next one. “Does Bradley Jackson sleep?”

Laura’s nose scrunches in confusion. “Huh…”

“What does this mean?” Bradley blinks at the question, tilting her head in confusion. “Why are people searching this?”

Laura’s mouth manages to open just a bit. “I’m not exactly sure.”

“Like…do I sleep ever?” Bradley questions, looking around the room at the producers and crew.

“I don’t know.” Laura grins.

“I do sleep.” Bradley answers into the camera before tossing the card to the ground. “Thank you for asking.”

“Alright, last card.” Bradley says as she picks up the last card from the side table and hands it over to her wife…knowing she is in the hot seat. “Grand finale.”

Laura holds the board on her lap, while her wife leans back slightly, arms crossed over her chest with a curious smirk on her face. She peels off the first strip off of the board.

Does Laura Peterson have pets?

“I have….” Laura says slowly before correcting herself and looking over to her wife. “Well, we have many pets.”

Bradley nods her head and quirks a brow. “What are we up to now?”

“Eleven?” Laura throws out unsure as she starts counting in her head. “Four horses, 2 goats, 3 barn cats, a duck, and a sheep dog named Sodapop.”

Bradley smiles fondly to the camera. “After The Outsiders…obviously.”

Laura chuckles at her wife before ripping off another strip. “Does Laura Peterson practice Chakra meditation?”

Bradley snorts, rolling her eyes with exaggerated flair. “Why do I get asked if I sleep or own a book…and you get asked that?”

Laura laughs again, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I did that episode of 365 in India where I met with a Hindu philosopher and explored the origins as Chakras and the writing of the Vedas.”

“Oh that.” Bradley teases, mimicking Laura’s calm tone.

“Yes, that.” Laura rolls her eyes playfully before glancing back at the camera. “I really connected with the idea of balancing energy centers along the spine…working to control and restore energy that flows through.”

Bradley raises a brow throwing a look briefly at the board. “So…yes?”

Laura nods thoughtfully, taking a moment to throw a glance at the ceiling. “I do find myself after my time in India…thinking about the 7 chakras.” She then reaches up and rips of another white strip of paper. “Does Laura Peterson speak other languages.” Laura reads before nodding her head into the camera. “I do.”

“Many…many languages.” Bradley chirps to crew and producers behind the camera…a look of pride shining on her face.

“French, Latin, a little Spanish.” Laura lists off effortlessly. “And then Dari—the Afghan dialect of Farsi.”

Bradley nods her head and jokes into the camera. “That’s eighteen years of private education for you.”

Laura laughs at her wife before ripping off another strip…revealing the next most searched question on the web.

Does Laura Peterson wear glasses?

“Yes, I do.” Laura answers to the camera as she taps her fingertips on top of the board. “I also wear contacts…blind as a bat.” She then peels off the next strip….pausing as she reads the question in her head.

Does Laura Peterson like Bradley Jackson?

Laura pretends to think for a moment before replying dryly. “Eh.”

Bradley grins and chuckles at her wife’s answer with a shake of her head….before she shrugs her shoulders towards the camera.

“She’s alright.” Laura grins to the camera before biting her bottom lip and looking at her wife.

“This is a real search?” Bradley asks the people behind the camera causing ripples of laughs throughout the studio. She nods her head, pursing her lips with exaggerated seriousness. “That the public…cool.”

“Short answer…she’s growing on me.” Laura says to the camera.

Bradley nods her head and clicks her tongue against her cheek. “Awesome.”

“Like…” Laura starts, ready to elaborate, but Bradley quickly reaches over, pressing her fingers against her lips.

“Nope….shhhh.” Bradley hushes playfully, her lips twitching with a smirk.

Laura’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she reaches out, tickling the back of Bradley’s neck. The blonde lets out a surprised yelp, jerking back on her stool. “Ah!” She cries, her mock indignation dissolving into more laughter as Laura sits back, thoroughly pleased with herself.

“And…cut!!”

As soon as the main producer calls out into the studio, signaling the cameras to stop rolling, the energy in the room shifts. Laura and Bradley, still laughing, visibly relax on their stools. Bradley, still riding the high of their banter, shakes her head, her amusement visibly clear to everybody in the room…especially the woman she loves.

“That was good…smartass.” Bradley teases under her breath…shooting Laura a playful look.

“That was fun.” Laura smiles before turning to address the crew and producers. “Did you get everything you need?”

Bradley nods along, running a hand across the back of her back. “Yea, do you want us to do some sort of ending?”

The main producer grinning ear from ear, shakes his head. “Nope…your natural ending is perfect for the segment. We’re good.”

“Great.” Bradley chirps playfully.

Laura laughs softly and reaches out to her wife, running her hand through Bradley’s blonde waves and giving them a gentle scrunch. Bradley closes her eyes briefly at the touch, the moment providing her happiness…and warmth. The older woman tilts her head, her expression shifting into mock-seriousness as she studies Bradley.

“Can we agree we should never Google ourselves ever again?”

Bradley bursts into immediate laughter as Laura leans in, brushing her lips against her cheek in a lingering kiss. “Agreed…terrifying.”

Laura giggles against her cheek before pulling away...her eyebrow now quirked in genuine curiosity. “So….is Bradley Jackson a top?”

Bradley snorts under her breath and looks at her watch before hopping off the stool. “Let’s get through the post-show stuff as quickly as possible and go home to…gather the data.”

Laura lets herself be tugged alone, her fingers intertwines with Bradley’s as they weave through the bustling studio. A soft smile plays on her lips, the kind born of quiet contentment. She glances at her wife as she leans in close, her warm breath brushing against Laura’s ear as she whispers. “Let’s get burgers and fries on the way home.”

“You got it.” Laura chirps.

“We can eat and play monopoly…pretend the internet doesn’t exist.” Bradley quips, causing her wife to break out in another round of chuckles.