“Good afternoon, Ms. Porter. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I had a minor emergency call.”

The warm smile from the professional helped Bette lose a little of her irritation and nervousness.

“It’s ok,” She replied however with a tight smile as she felt another wave of nauseas hit her. Pursing her lips she silently hoped that it would go away. Please, not now… I can’t handle this now… The tall brunette in front of her leaned towards her, resting her hand on her shoulders with concerned eyes and asked her if she was alright. As if on cue, she rushed towards the washroom, following the trendy sign on the door.

After several minutes in the washroom, she finally got herself all cleaned. Mouth gurgled, hands washed, hair checked, and shirts pulled in the right place. Bette looked at her reflection and couldn’t help but to notice the deep blush she had now adorned on her cheeks. Tapping her moist palms on her face, she took a deep breath before turning to face the inquiry that was coming her way.

To her surprise, the brunette didn’t ask if she was ok but merely handed her a cup of water and moved to wet a small white towel. She took the wet towel and wiped her face with it. A smile of gratitude cast and a soft utter of gratitude later, they were seated in the cosy office.

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“I’m worried about her, you know. The vomiting hasn’t gotten any better and it’s really making her lose weight.”

“What did the doctor say?”

“That’s the problem. Dr Wilson thinks that the problem is psychological and not her pregnancy.”

“But she is still going through with seeing Alice’s friend, right?”

“Yeah… I sent her there the other day and she has an appointment with her later as well.”

“And…?”

“It’s Bette we’re talking about,” The blonde gave a half-smile at her statement. Although she had meant that as a negative trait that Bette always have towards opening up about her feelings, Tina couldn’t help but to hope. She had hoped that this also meant that the Bette she loved- her Bette, was still there.