Tina looked around the nursery and smiled at the way Bette had put the room together. She especially loved the mobile that hung above the crib. Bette had always had a knack for finding things that were particularly unique. Tina supposed that it came with having such a passion for the artistic world. And even though Bette had her faults she certainly had passion. There was never any denying it, Bette never did things halfway. Tina sighed thinking about how much she was responsible for Bette losing her job. She hadnt handled her situation with Helena very well at all. The truth was though that she had never thought of the relationship as anything more than a rebound fling. Which was not to say that she didnt have any feelings toward Helena, there had just been a point in where she had realized that they werent meant for any sort of long term relationship. Helena had made Tina feel like Bette had made her feel when they had first met. The seduction, and attention, that was exactly the same. But there had been another phase of the process with Bette. Because somewhere along the line Tina knew that Bette had fallen in love with her. That was not true with Helena. While the other woman did dote on her, there was a point where Tina understood that Helena would never love her the way that Bette did. And she also realized that if she went any further into the relationship she would end up losing herself. Helena would never let her be her own person. She didnt even want to become part of the world that she was sure Helena would drag her into if the relationship progressed any further than it already had. Tina had absolutely no desire to become a trophy wife. Not to mention the fact that she had caught first sight of how ugly Helena could become when she didnt get her way. Tina had not known what to think when she had seen the nursery that Helena had put together for her baby. She had thought it slightly arrogant and Tina couldnt understand why, but it had made her slightly sick. Tina quickly shook her head and looked down at her sleeping baby one more time before she left the room closing the door halfway behind her. Slowly she walked toward the kitchen and found Bette sitting at the table with a newspaper in front of her. Hey, hows she doing? Bette asked as she looked up from the paper.