Bette smiled at Tina. “Jill looks a lot like you…”

“I know.” Tina answered.

“You looked like her when you walked into my gallery.” Bette said.

“I was older, Bette.” Tina said smiling.

“Yes, you were but you looked like Jill.” Bette didn’t want to give up.

“Okay, okay, I believe you.” Tina reacted. “Sebastian looks like you in a male form.”

“Oh, so I say you look like a beautiful young woman and you say I look like a guy, why thank you, Tina.” Bette said. They both chuckled.

“Why did you choose the name Serafina?” Tina asked. She recalled that when they talked about names, Bette always loved shorter ones.

Bette looked away and then back at Tina. “It sounds good with the middle name.”

“What is it?”

“It’s… Christina.” Bette told Tina who had a shocked expression on her face.

“You named them Christina? That’s my name, why did you do it?”

“I never forgot you Tina… I always wanted you to be the mother of my children.” Bette silently confessed.

Tina didn’t know what to feel: happy, sad, shocked, angry… She just looked at Bette with a blank expression. “Your kids had a mother, right? You probably loved her…” She managed to say. Bette smiled a little smile.

“I loved Zara but… I was never in love with her. It could never compare to what we had, Tee.” Bette said, realizing she just called Tina, Tee. Now, Tina couldn’t help a smile appearing on her face. It was awful that Bette wasn’t in love with the mother of her children but Tina was happy Bette missed her at some point.

“It was the same with me and Henry…” Tina also said. Before Bette could respond, Serafina interrupted.

“Mom! Why didn’t you tell me Tina is your ex?!” She asked her mother, mocking anger. Bette smiled at her daughter.

“I don’t know, Sera, I just forgot.” She told her daughter.

“Yeah, yeah… I had to hear it from Aunt Al. That hurts you know?” Serafina said mocking drama and hurt, Bette chuckled.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She said, kissing her daughters head.

“You are forgiven.” Serafina said. Sebastian was typing a message and then sends it. Bette felt her phone vibrating. She took it out of her pocket and read the text; she couldn’t help a giggle escaping her mouth.