“You’re not mad,” she asked, relieved in hearing the word we.

“Of course not, it’s a little shocking but I am not mad,” she said and they started eating.

“You don’t know how relieve I am to hear you say that.”

“Of course I would Bette, you’re my wife and I want to experience everything with you. He was your first love and I would like to learn about your reason for loving art.”

“Tee,” she said taking Tina’s hand, “I want you to know that there is no doubt in my mind that you’re the love of my life. Yes he was my first love, but you are my forever love, the woman of my dreams, my number one. And no one can or ever will change that.”

“I know Bette; I never doubted your love for me. I’m glad you told me about this, I want to help you through this; it’s going to be an emotional time for you.”

“Thanks Tee. I’m gonna tell Alexander tonight, I’m sure he’d want to accompany us to New York to dig through his things.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you saw him?”

“I only talked to him for a few minutes. I thought he was a guest until he told me his name, I was sure he didn’t remember me. I was going to tell you, but you were having your breakdowns about Angelica and I just forgot about it.”

“Hmm.”

“Don’t be mad. I thought I’d never see him again. I thought it was just a crazy coincidence.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Really?”

“I’m not, I promise,” she said and smiled. She leaned over and kissed her wife for reassurance.

They finished their lunch chatting about Angelica and their family. She was almost a year old and they were trying to decide what to do for her birthday. They decided to call Dana and Lara to see if they wanted to throw one huge party of all the babies. As their lunch ended, Bette walked Tina to her car, hand in hand. They kissed lovingly and she got into her car. Bette waved from her car as Tina drove past. On her way back to the gallery she called Alexander and had him meet her there.

“What’s up mother,” he asked as soon as he stepped into her office.

“There’s something I need to share with you.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this but a few months ago; your uncle came to see me.”

“What?”

“Your uncle. He didn’t necessarily come to see me, I just happened to run into him here, at the gallery. But I didn’t know it was him, until after.”

“My uncle, meaning my father’s brother?”

“Yes, we talked for a bit about art and he loved your work. It reminded him of someone he knew. This was all before he told me his name. I was sure he didn’t remember who I was until I got this letter today,” she said handing it to him, “and I want you to read it.”

He took it and opened it, as he read she could see his eyes tear up a bit. Then he read over the list of things. He put the letter back in the envelope, and sat back. Bette didn’t speak; she wanted this to settle in his mind before she said anything. He handed the letter back to her and they just sat there staring at each other.

“So what happens now?”

“Well, Tina and I are going to New York to look through his things and I was hoping that you’d go with us.”

“Of course I want to go; I want nothing more than to learn about my father. And hopefully learn something about the both of you.”

“This is going to be hard for both of us,” she said gripping his hand, “but we can lean on each other and also on Tina.”

“I also have a secret to share. It had been on my mind a while and it’s been hard trying to get myself to tell you.