She arrived in Paris after 11 hours of flying. She booked a room in a hotel and spent her first three weeks wandering through the city that would become her home. After three weeks, she ran into a woman named Vivienne Leroy. She owned a very small gallery called Leroy Gallery. She had just recently opened it and she said as much as she loved art, she wasn’t made for running it, she rather talked about art. Of course, Bette immediately told her she had always wanted to run a gallery again. Bette looked at the gallery and loved something about it. She didn’t know what exactly but she loved it. She made Vivienne a proposition; she wanted to be her business partner. Vivienne said she would give Bette a chance. In 3 months, they had sold double as much paintings and Vivienne decided to keep Bette as her business partner. Through their work, they became very close and after another 3 months, they kissed. Bette was totally shocked about what she had done. Vivienne had to work hard to get Bette to date her but when they knew each other 10 months as friends, they finally went on a date and since then, they had never parted.

When they were together for almost 2 years and already living together in Vivienne’s house, Bette asked Vivienne to marry her unexpectedly, when they were watching T.V. and the red haired woman said yes.

Six years ago, when they were married for two years and a half, they decided they wanted a child. At that time, they were happy; everything was average, but not amazing. Bette had carried their son; they named him Yves Lionel Porter-Leroy. They wanted a name that was pronounceable for Americans and French people. Even though she had her wife and her son, Bette still felt alone. She had no friends here in France, she had a few clients she was pretty close with but she had no one she could talk to besides her family. Bette also missed her sister, Kit. They talked every month via webcams but that was it. Kit didn’t have the money to travel to Paris and Bette was scared to go back to Los Angeles. Her friends must hate her by now, not leaving a note or a message for them, not keeping in touch and Tina, well, that was obvious. Bette sighed and turned around, she walked to her bedroom door and slid back under the covers, the arms of her wife immediately wrapped around her.