Bette: Off course, Patricia. It’s the first door on the right.

Patricia jumped of Fabian’s lap and ran to the room.

Bette: Thank you for making Patricia feel okay.

Fabian: That’s no problem Mom. She is a great girl. Very smart. I had to tell her about some of the art. She really loves the paintings and she is only 4.

Bette: Really? Well, maybe she is a future artist or even a gallery owner.

Fabian: Maybe.

Bette turned around and walked to the kitchen. She made some toast and juice and took some oatmeal. That had to be okay. She set the table and walked to the living room, wanting to go and get Tina when the blonde entered the room. Patricia right behind her, Tina’s daughter ran back to the couch and continued to watch T.V.

Fabian: Good morning. You must be Tina.

Tina: I am. You must be Fabian, Good morning.

Bette smiled.

Bette: Do you want to have some breakfast Tina?

Tina: Yes.

Tina walked over to the kitchen but every move she made, hurted. Bette saw that and felt bad for the blonde but she knew the blonde already good enough to know she was too proud to let Bette help her. When she entered the kitchen she immediately sat down.

Tina: God, I feel like shit…

Bette kissed Tina on top of her head.

Bette: If I can do anything to make you feel better, let me know.

Tina smiled sweetly at Bette.

Tina: I will. Oh, these toasts look good.

Bette: I can’t really cook so I hope it is a little good…

Tina: I will try it.

Tina took a toast and bites a piece of it.

Tina: It’sss goowd.

Tina’s mouth was very full. Bette chuckled.

Bette: You look so cute right now.

Tina swallowed and smiled. They both began to eat, occasionally glancing at each other.

Bette: I know you don’t really want to talk about it but… Are you going to press charges against him?

Tina looked down.

Tina: Yes, I think so. I want to get my son back and I want to divorce him. I also want him to be punished for what he did to me and my daughter.

Bette smiled a little smiled and took Tina’s hand in hers.