Bette few times felt so fulfilled that those moments Angelica was with her. It was surprising, even for herself; she was able to feed her daughter without questioning herself about the meals she was cooking for her baby when she was totally lost cooking something so simple like an omelette. Last time Bette tried to cook she almost had to call the fire department; he put an egg on the frying pan, went to computer to check for a few seconds the email and forgot about the meal. She almost burnt the house

Ok baby! Let’s finished our last vegetable, you’ll going to be a pretty girl eating so much, so pretty that you mommies will have to take good care of all the boys and girls who will want to date you… too much boys and girls…

Angelica clapped her hands she had no idea about what her mama was saying, but though she was almost one year old she perfectly understood that her mommies were precisely friends…

Adults forget that youth and feelings are not something that grow up with age. Angelica had spent her first year with mommy and Henry during two weeks each month and the other two weeks with mama. Tow weeks in each house had shown Angelica the little differences between mommy’s and mama’s house.

Bette and Tina agreed after their separation that things should go on as planned; there was no happy family for Bette and Tina, though they tried to give Angelica the happy family.

Ok, baby, now the dessert, let’s see what mummy cooked for you. Smashes banana, apple and orange… I promised your mummy I’d gave it to you.

Vegetables were something Angelica loved, but smashed fruits, she hated it. As soon as Bette put the first spoon with fruit into her daughter’s mouth she found the fruits into her t-shirt.

What the… Angelica baby! How am I supposed to clean this mess now? Do you know how difficult is…? She was about to finish the sentence when she realized Angelica had only one comment about cleaning and that was just the shower. Ok, I think you don’t have any idea about how to clean mama’s shirt, do you? Angelica was smiling but every time Bette tried to find her daughter’s mouth she found her cheek, her neck, her clothes… everything but no her mouth.