“Three is our lucky number. It’s the number of times we zero out our bank account each year to make ends meet, and it’s the number of kids we try to keep track of. Bette and I met 20 years ago, in her art gallery. 20 years, it’s like a life time ago, but I still love her like the first time I said to her. Bette wanted a big family, so do I. We had hard moments but in the end I knew she was the one.

After Jenny’s death we got married, and we decide to move out and got a bigger house. When Angie turn 10, we tried for another child; Bette wanted to be the mother this time. And after whole 9 months in hell we greeted our twins Dana and Ashley. I will never forget this day. Our dream, of having a big family was coming true. Gosh, three daughters. Been mother of a teenager and two 5 years old devils, is full time job, add one control freak wife and lazy dog on the picture and you’ll get my point. I love my girls, more than life itself! We have our hands full, but I’m tranquil, because Bette and I became an experts at managing chaos .I don’t want to thinks about the time, when they will start to date. Having three kids and   two careers wasn’t going to work. As much as we wanted our big careers, we wanted our big family more.  So Bette decided to sell the gallery, and went back in the University, and I cut my hours in the studio and start to work at home…Hey, baby!”

“Hey. Good run?” Tina asked, kissing Bette

“Oh, yeah!” Bette replayed, still out of breath

“You need a doctor?” Tina said with smile

“No, just a pair of new legs. I’m getting old” Bette pouts

“Oh, poor baby, come here” Tina said hugging her.

“Did you finish the script?”Bette asked seeing the mound of sheets.

“Still proofing, but I’m sending it today” Tina replayed.

Bette went to the fridge and took a bottle of water.”Babe?”

“Yes Hun, what’s it?” Tina turned to Bette

“You know, on the run, I was thinking?”Bette began

“What”

“Well I was thinking, we’ve been married, what, six years?