Ana just shook her head at Bettes doubts. You know the gallery is going to be a great success, Bette. You are incapable of doing less. I have no qualms about your vision or your ability to make it happen.

Bette smiled at her assistants confidence. We will make it happen. I expect you to do most of the work, after all, she laughed. I really do plan on staying available to Tina and our daughter, so I will be relying on you to make up for the time I cant devote to the gallery. That said, she continued, I will give you as much credit as you deserve. My name is on the shingle, but your name will become known, as well.

Ana smiled back at her new boss. Im not worried. Now, where would you like me to start first?

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Hi, honey, Im home, Bette called out as she let herself in the front door. I brought home Chinese.

Tina padded into the living room. People? Oh, you mean food.

Ha, ha. You humor definitely has not improved with pregnancy.

No, but my appetite has. Gimme. Tina grabbed the sack of takeout and headed for the kitchen.

Bette laughed and followed. Finally catching up to her wife, who really did not move that quickly any more, Bette embraced her from behind. Even as Tina began to unpack the food cartons, Bette began to nuzzle her neck. Mmmmhow fast can you eat?

Tina leaned back into Bettes arms. Fast. But I do need to eat.

Releasing her wife, Bette picked up some of the cartons and moved to the table. Me, too. Make sure to eat plenty, though, okay? I think youll need the fuel.

Tina sat down across the table. Oh, really? Is there a food shortage? Are we broke? Why would I need to make sure I ate a lot? she asked innocently.

Playing along, Bette simply waggled her eyebrows. Just a suggestion, thats all.

Both giggling, they set to eating and had disposed of the entire bag of takeout before they realized it. Looking at the carnage, Tina sighed. Well, I guess no leftovers for breakfast.

Making a face, Bette laughed. So sad. I was definitely looking forward to cold General Tsos in the morning. She still could not get used to Tinas pregnant cravings.

Tina leaned back in her chair, contentment apparent in her posture and her demeanor. Bette?

The brunette looked up from clearing the table. Yeah?

I love you. Thank you foreverything.

Bettes heart melted, and she crossed to Tina and looked down into her eyes. I love you, too, T. With all my heart. Then, leaning down, she whispered, Let me show you how much?

Tinas pulse quickened at the whispered request. Without saying a word, she indicated that Bette should help her out of the chair, and then led the way down the hall to their bedroom. Clearing the table could wait.