At eight, Dillon drops by and picks up Ryan. Tina had him ready with his night full of everything he would need until she’d pick him up the following day. Because, they ended on rough terms, they tried their hardest, not to show their true feelings in front of Ryan. He deserved that much, at least.

"So, what time should I pick him up?" Tina asked, caressing and kissing Ryan’s forehead.

"Two, three, whenever you get a chance. There’s no need to rush being that I know what you have to do," Dillon replies, reclining back in his chair.

"Great, I’ll be there at three. Bye, baby, I’ll miss you." Tina says to Ryan.

"Bye, mom." Leaning over, he embraces his mother and kisses her afterward. Dillon slips on his shades and looks out the window. He just caught a flashback of the past-Dillon & Tina-when they were a couple. His thoughts burned his sinuses, as the tears contract, making their way toward freedom- his eyes. The tears slid down his cheek, he wipes it away briefly.

"We should get going," Dillon interrupts. Tina sighs and opens her eyes.

"Bye, baby," Tina whispers, before sneaking another kiss to his cheek. "Call me," Tina adds as Dillon pulls away from the curb. Ryan waves until he could no longer see her. Tina began to cry, but thought before doing this. She lets the thought go and decides to enter her domain. Inside, she realized that she was free for the evening and free at the moment of being a parent. It’s been a while that she experienced such freedom and decided that she’d call Marina. "Hey, what’s up?" Tina asked, pacing the grey and white tiled-colored floor, "Oh, me? I’m doing nothing and I’m currently available for the evening," Entering the kitchen, she retrieves an apple from the fruit bowl, "Say what? I’m there. Four-hundred East Lamont, see you soon, bye." And she was out the door.

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"When came I go home Shane? The nurse said I could’ve of gone today," Bette asked totally bent out of shape. She despised hospitals. It was something about being around so much machinery that made it eerie somewhat.