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A month later.

Tina was a little over two months pregnant and Bette and Tina couldn’t be more excited. Everyday Bette brought home something for their baby, whether it is a baby book or a cute onesie. They seemed to be growing closer and closer as the days went by. It was a nice Sunday afternoon, and they were cozied up with each other on the hammock. Bette reading her Contemporary Art magazine and Tina reading the latest edition of Mom Today.

“Baby,” Tina said, breaking the silence.

“Yes Tee?”

“I was thinking Michael for a boy, you know, after my father.”

“Ok, and how about Melvin as his middle name for my father?”

“I love it,” Tina said, and smiled.

“What about a girl?”

“I never really thought of names for a girl, I want a boy,” Tina said and sighed, “but if I had to choose, probably, Angelica or Hayley.”

“I love those names. But I really hope it’s a boy too,” Bette says and smiles. They kiss and Bette puts her hand on Tina’s small stomach and they continue reading. After a few minutes pass, Tina’s phone rings. She presses a few buttons then shuts her phone.

“It’s Dana, she’s on her way over. She’s still sad about the Lara thing.”

“Hasn’t it been like a month?”

“Yes, but baby, you know Dana. She’s so emotional and I really think that Lara was the one for her. She shouldn’t have broke it off with her.”

“I know. I guess I’m gonna start cooking before everyone gets here,” Bette says and climbs her way out of the hammock. Tina laughs at her struggle, then stops forgetting she too had to struggle to get out. But, Bette helps her wife out of the hammock, they laugh together all the way to the house. Bette starts to get the food ready while Tina picks the house up a bit. As the aroma of Bette’s food filled the air, the doorbell rang and Tina opened it.

“Is it Dana,” Bette called from the kitchen.