“Good job, boo. We good to go now? Come on… Mama B is waiting,” Angie just started another string of incoherent mumblings. The words were still slightly slurring due to her speed and uncertain pronunciation. Tina smiled at Angie’s excitement pouring out from her at the moment and let herself feel this lightness of it for a second before backing out her car from the basement and to her wronged lover.

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“She should be here anytime now. Are you ready baby girl?” Kit asked her while clearing the plates. She loaded them into the dishwasher and got a little worried at the silence.

“Bette?” Her sister wasn’t sitting at the dining hall anymore.

“Baby girl? Are you ok?” The older sibling approached the semi-closed door and immediately understood. Bette was still experiencing some morning sickness. It was really unusual at this stage of her pregnancy.

“Baby girl…” She stood behind the curled up figure in front of the toilet bowl trying to expel a little of the offending food threatening to escape earlier. It wasn’t much and that relieved the older woman because Bette was really too skinny pregnant.

Bette cleared her throat and walked over to the sink with a wry smile plastered on her flushed face. “I’m ok… Getting used to it already. Sorry, you were saying just now…” She asked after gurgling her mouth by the sink.

“I was just askin’ whether you’re sure about this…” She didn’t have time to answer that question even if she wanted to. The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Bette just took Kit’s hand and pulled her to the door, indicating her answer. She was still a little short of breath.

“Hey, T…” Bette greeted her. This pulled Kit’s and Tina’s attention completely, rendering the

blonde speechless. It was their little girl that broke the brief silence.

“Mama bum ba beeeee~!” Angie lifted her arms forward, shifting her balance from Tina’s arms

and forcing Bette to reach for her. As Bette took her in her warm embrace, she felt this overwhelming maternal love coming through her every pore. She wasn’t sure if it was from her pregnancy or her connection with this little girl. Her scent, Bette inhaled and recorded it down to her memory whilst trying to search one existing for it. She couldn’t.