“Bette,” Rachel interrupted, holding up her hand. “You have my word. If Tina is struggling, or things aren’t moving along as they should, I’ll drive you to Cedars myself. Childbirth is a natural process and choosing to labor and deliver without drugs or invasive medical procedures is perfectly reasonable. But this isn’t about earning a merit badge or proving how tough you are. And Tina, we’re going to count on you to be honest and realistic about your expectations and limitations.”

Tina nodded, and Bette reached around the back of her wife’s chair protectively.

“Sleep on it. You don’t need to make up your minds right away. It’s a big decision,” Rachel said, excusing herself to use The Planet’s restroom.

“You hate this idea, don’t you?” Tina asked, reaching up to stroke Bette’s cheek gently.

“Hate is too strong. I’mwary. But I’m willing to learn more about it. Maybe after I have more information, I’ll be lesswary,” Bette said, smiling unconvincingly.

“Bette, I’d never do anything to put our baby in jeopardy. You know that. And if anything changes over the next few weeks or Dr. Wilson says that there’s a problem, we’ll definitely go right to the hospital. But II want us to bring our child into the world together, without a bunch of strangers or fluorescent lights or”

“I know, T. I want those things, too. I’m It’s hard to think about you being in any pain or any danger. I love you so much,” Bette said softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Tina’s.

“Hey guys,” Shane said hesitantly, “am I interrupting?”

“Hey!” Tina greeted her warmly. “Look who’s here. We’re just meeting with our midwife to decide on the birthing plan.”

Shane looked at the empty chair opposite Bette.

“Bathroom,” Bette said, responding to Shane’s quizzical expression.

“Do you have some time? Sit down,” Tina invited.

“Oh, here’s Rachel now,” Bette said, noticing the tall, slim blonde walking toward their table. Tina saw Shane watching Rachel’s approach, as well. And there was a familiar flicker in her friend’s eyes that made Tina smile.

“Shane McCutcheon, Rachel Minter,” Bette said.

Shane extended her hand, taking Rachel’s palm in a firm, warm grip. “Nice to meet you.”