Bette slowly opened her eyes and saw the blonde hair beside her she smiled, as she snuggled deeper, even in their worst moment they had often woken up entwined together. She gently placed her hand on Tina’s hip.  She felt Tina move but not away from her but closer.

“B…”

“Mmm…” Bette was just waking up.

“My stomach is hurting,”

“Are you okay?”

“I…” Tina got up and ran to the bathroom.

Bette got up at once and followed, Tina had left the door open as she sank to her knees and vomited. Bette gently pulled Tina’s hair out of her face and gently rubbed her back,

“I’ll get you some water, stay here,”

“Don’t think I’m going anywhere,” Tina said softly resting her head on her hand as she tried to even out her breathing.

She’d been lay awake for a while before she knew she had to be sick. Bette returned and passed her a bottle of water.

“Thank you,”

“It’s okay, Are you okay?”

“I think I might need to do a pregnancy test,” Tina said honestly.

“Could you be…?”

“Yes, it’s a possibility.”

“I wish it had been me,”

“I know, I know I was trying to protect you, you’ll still want it won’t you?” Tina suddenly looked worried. What if Bette rejected her and her child.

“Ti, this baby is ours, if you’re pregnant then that’s our child.”

Tina nodded before she drank some water. She stood slowly she flushed and turned to the sink before washing her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror she looked pale. She looked down at her stomach, could she really be expecting their child?

Bette stood watching her. Tina took a deep breath before she opened their bathroom cabinet, she looked.

“Shit,”

“What’s the matter?”

“We don’t have any tests,”

“I’ll go and get some, do you want anything else?” Bette asked, she was glad it was her day off from the CAC, she didn’t really want to leave Tina right now but she knew she had too.

“Can you get me some cheese crackers, please.”

“I can,” Bette kissed her forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I can,”

“Thank you,”

Tina needed her, she was weak. Tina brushed her teeth and made her way into the living room, she lay on the sofa, putting one of her favourite cushions under her head. Her hand moving along her flat stomach.  She closed her eyes, the last thing she wanted was to be sick again. She knew she was run down, in the last four days she’d barely slept. She had to listen to her body. She closed her eyes. She felt herself drifting back to sleep.