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“Little recluse me.”
“You’ve improved since we married. You’re more likely to have the gang here.”
“Only because I don’t want to be in LA at the moment.”
“I know baby, the air is cleaner here I know.”
“It is. Better for me and for bump.”
“I want what is best for you and our child.”
“I know. You’re doing everything you can.” Tina turned on her stool and looked at her wife, she reached out and gently started playing with her wife’s hair. Curling it around her finger. “I love you.”
Bette leaned forward and captured her wife’s lips. The kiss was slow passionate. Full of love and need. Tina pulled away slowly. Breathing hard.
Bette smiled. Gently running her fingers down Tina’s face.
“Finish up and I will make dinner.” Bette smiled before slowly walking away. Tina watched her wife go, smiling. She didn’t know how she got so lucky. Tina slowly got up from her seat and ran her hand along her stomach. She felt a little dizzy now she had stood up. She took her bottle of water drink it. Enjoying the coldness of it. She rubbed her stomach. She had a little pain but she just thought it might be the baby moving around.
She slowly locked up the studio and started walking towards the house. She stopped with a pain shot through her. She bent over in pain. Breathing hard. She didn’t know what was happening and she was panicking.
“Bette.” She yelled out her wife’s name hoping that Bette would hear her.
Bette came out. Saw her wife and ran towards her. Tina screamed in pain and Bette knew something wasn’t right. Taking out her cell and dialling 911.
Tina slowly opened her eyes, she was in hospital, she blinked a couple of times. Moving her head slowly she turned her head and saw Bette sat beside her.
“Babe.” She said slowly. “What…” She was so confused.
“Its okay baby you are safe.” Bette said getting up and sitting on the bed. “That had to deliver him.”
“What no, Bette, he is too young”
“He is doing well, he is on the baby ward.” Bette had tear in her eyes. “He is tiny, ways less than a bag of sugar. But he is perfect. He has a machine to help him breath. But the doctors think he is going to be just fine.”