I slip out of bed, trying not to wake Bette, I’ve looked at the clock and know it’s only 2.34am and I can’t be waking her. I go and check on Noah before I go downstairs and open the doors onto the roof top garden. I need air. I walk out and lean on the wall, looking at the city that surrounds me. The noise of it even this time of night. I touch my head the wounds inflicted on me by Logan. I thought that was all in my past but seeing him standing in Bette’s gallery four months ago had shaken me to the core. i decide to sit down and just enjoy the air. I sit looking up at the night sky. I never thought I’d be here. Not New York. Not in a relationship with a highly successful, well respected woman in the art world. I never thought I could be happy. Not truly happy.

Let me explain Noah makes me happy. I’m proud of him. I love him deeply. He is my boy. But something has always been missing. I never really knew what that missing piece was until I meet Bette. I needed to be loved by someone.

I need that warmth in my life. It had been missing and it wasn’t until I was in Bette’s arms that I found it.

I love her, she’s changed my world. I’m managing to get more work done daily because of her help with Noah, even the little things she does make a difference. I’m one lucky woman. even being punched in a court room lobby.

I close my eyes and feel myself slowly drifting off.

“Ti,” I hear Bette’s sleep filled voice a while later. I open my eyes and the sun is starting to rise over the city.

“Bette,” I turn my head and realise I’ve been sleep outside.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I woke and needed air I must have fallen asleep out here,”

“You’ll catch your death babe,” Bette says as she sits next to me and takes my hand. I feel the warmth of her body.

“I’m sorry,”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” I see a look in her eyes. It’s a heart break that I think I’ve done something wrong. “I wish you’d wake me when you’re having bad moments,”