“Well maybe if it is okay with you, I can take her.”

“No, no I will not send her to that bastard’s funeral….”

“Bette, stop it not in front of my kids. Why don’t you and your mom go to the study and talk there. Please baby.”

“Sorry T, sorry kids, mom will you come with me please.”

And so they left to go and talk and sort this thing out.

Bette’s POV

Inside the study

“Mom I’m not going to send her to the funeral, sorry. If everything is true, then he is still alive mom.”

“Listen Bette, you are being selfish now. Let me take her to the funeral……”

“And tomorrow in every newspaper it will tell the world that you took her, and that I was not welcome there.”

“Well so what, stop thinking about yourself, and think about your daughter, he is/was her dad. She did love him. It will be in the newspaper that you were not invited or welcome, but that is not your daughters fault. So go get her ready so that we can go.”

She turns around and leave the study. Tina came in, standing by the desk.

“So what did you decide, are you going to give your approval for them to go?”

“My mom made that decision for me. I must go and dress Holly.”

“Well if it is ok with you, I can phone James and ask him to go with your mom and Holly, then they are not alone.”

“Ok that’s fine, I will go and get her dressed.”

“Bette, I love you.”

“Love you too Ti.”

I turn around and leave Tina in the study, and go to my daughter’s room.

“Holly, sweetheart come on let me help get you dress so that you can go with Granny to your dad’s funeral.”

“Can I go?”

“Yes baby let’s get dressed.”

So I help her to get dressed, James arrived and of they go to the funeral. Lisa and Tina’s girls went to the mall to buy stuff for our France trip. Then I go in search of Tina. She is sitting on the patio, looking out over the ocean.

“Hey Ti, do you want to go for a walk on the beach?”

“Yes babe that will be nice.”

We start walking holding hand and chat a bit, then my cell phone rings.”

“Bette Porter hallo…. Yes she is on her way….. No that is not necessary, she will arrive with my mom…. What no she will arrive with my mom. …… Listen to me, she will attend this service today. If you don’t allow her then I will personally come and kick your ass. Do you understand me?”

I end the phone call, look at Tina and start to walk again.

“Bette what happened, who was that?”
“Some or other bitch from the law firm.  They don’t want to allow her to go to the service with my mom. I wish all of this shit is over. I had it.”

“Hey baby relax, it is almost over. Come let’s take our shoes of and walk in the water.”

“Tina I’m sorry for what I said at breakfast, I’m really sorry.”

“It is okay babe, I just don’t like to talk about it in front of the kids. Just relaxed and give me a kiss.”

I start to kiss her, mmmm this is so nice. I love this woman so much, and I’m so lucky.

“Mmmmm I love you so much Ti.”

“Love you to babe.”

My phone rings again, this time it is a reporter that ask questions, why I’m not at the funeral service, and I reply with no comment. This is just too much and I start to cry, and brake down in front of Tina. She sits me down on the sand with her behind me, and hold me.

“Baby its ok let it all out.”

“Bette as soon as we are back from France, we are going to get married, and  we are going to be happy……. Remember I LOVE YOU!!!!”

TBC