What she did not see was, two minutes down the road, when Bette could hardly get far enough before she had to stop and pull over at the far side of the road.

The conversation she had with Dr. Wilson came back to her and replayed inside her head.

When Dr. Wilson went on and on with the deepest concern, the shock she felt was incomparable to anything she has ever felt before. Dr. Wilson was apprehensive as to what was happening with her and Tina and why they have not been in to see her about the new pregnancy. 

“Tina is not pregnant.”

“I’m sorry Bette but Tina is pregnant.”

“No she’s not.”

She had snickered with ignorant cynicism before Dr. Wilson’s claimed Tina inseminated herself and within a minute second thought she had fully accepted that it was not unlike Tina to inseminate herself.  Her head hurt at the thought, and the depth of embarrassment she felt with her ignorance of not knowing that her wife was pregnant was simply paralyzing. She quickly gave up on the debate with the doctor. She was brutally humiliated.

What must Dr. Wilson be thinking now?

This meant Tina was pregnant when all this started. The wife she was fucking around on was pregnant all along.

What has her life become? What has she become?

She raised her head in desperation to suppress what she could but a new set of tears pooled and spilled over as she cried again for the mayhem that was her life. Her hands covered her face and her head lowered into them. Overwhelmed and overpowered, she gave in to the desperate need of watery relief yet again.

“Oh my god I so need to break this habit of not seeing what’s right in front of me. I’m so sorry.”

She hates to imagine Tina enduring another loss and going through everything, on her own, all over again.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

She was not there as much as she should have been the first time. Now, she was planning to let Tina know that she was fully there for her this time around; in whatever shape or form Tina needed her support.