Previously…

Tina knew the answer to
Bette’s question – no matter what happened between she and Bette, the answer
would always be the same. It was just that she still had her doubts about how
Bette would handle the added stress of a baby, starting a new career and trying
to rebuild their strained relationship – not to mention that Tina had changed
as well and how she was willing to deal with Bette and her antics. But despite
all of the obstacles ahead, they had a history that could not be disregarded.

Bette released Tina’s hand
and brought her own up to the bottom of Tina’s chin. She gently raised Tina’s
head as she gazed at her eyes. In a voice no more audible than a whisper, Bette
again posed the question to Tina.

Bette: Tina – do you still
love me?

A smile crept into Tina’s
expression.

Tina: Always – forever.

Neither Bette nor Tina
wanted to move from their current positions. They sat there basking in the
warmth of their proclaimed adoration of each other. Bette finally broke eye
contact for a moment to check the time. To her dismay, she and Tina were now
running behind and would most likely be late getting to Tonya and Dana’s party.
With all of the commotion throughout the day, Bette had forgotten to eat. She
was now famished and her stomach had no qualms expressing its hunger as it let
out a quite audible grumble. Tina got a chuckle out of it since it was usually
her own grumbling that betrayed her.

Tina: (Chuckling) Babe –
did you want me to make us something to eat?

Bette: Well I know it
would be wise for us to eat before the party, so I will make us something.

Tina: (Surprised) OH
REALLY?

Bette: Yes T – contrary to
popular believe, I am not incapable of cooking. I just don’t like it – plus I
don’t cook as well as you. (Pause) I’m sure that I can come up with something
edible.

Tina raised one of her
eyebrows and flashed a devilish grin.

Tina: Well I can think of
something I’d like to eat.

Bette: Now – now T, you
know we don’t have time for that.

Tina jutted out her bottom
lip that gave off the impression that she was pouting. Bette patted Tina’s knee
and stood to face her. She extended her hand out to Tina. Tina placed her hand
in Bette’s and let Bette help her up from the bed. They were only inches from
each other. Bette wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist and rested her forehead
on Tina’s.