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Forged in Fire: Chapter 2
“Are we going to talk about it?” asked Tina.
Bette sighed and looked over at her girlfriend. They were in bed, sitting up, unwinding from the day. Tina had been on her tablet, flipping through email. The news was softly playing on the television on the wall. They had come after Dylan’s game. He’d had a hot shower and had grabbed a book, settling in between the two of them and reading for 10 minutes before he’d fallen asleep, his head on Tina’s lap.
“We don’t need to talk about it, T.”
“We never talk about it, Bette. We’ve never even started to discuss it. What do you want? I called you my wife today. It just slipped out. But it’s how I think of you. How I think of our life.”
Bette sighed again and pursed her lips before replying. “You were married, Tina. I was married. Our spouses just died. I really don’t think we need to discuss it. You slipped. It’s fine. No need to rehash.”
The brunette looked down at her sleeping nephew.
“But what we do need to talk about, is this.”
“What?” asked Tina.
“Baby, he needs to be able to fall asleep on his own. In his own bed. This is a major reason why today happened the way it did. We don’t get enough time together,” said Bette.
Tina frowned at her. “Do you regret the way today happened?”
Bette felt her face flush and she smiled. “Are you kidding me? Absolutely not. I’m just saying that we all need balance. Dylan, too.”
“He’s been through a lot, Bette. If he needs to sleep here to feel safe, why is that a problem?” asked Tina.
“Baby, it’s not a problem,” Bette replied softly.
She decided that let this battle go. It wasn’t worth pushing Tina. She’d already discussed the situation with her therapist and understood that Tina most likely was wracked with guilt. She was overcompensating with Dylan. Coddling him. Spoiling him. Anything to ease the tragedy they’d all endured.
“But, he is out like a light. I’m going to get him settled in his bed. Okay?”