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Tina sat, the large doors open onto the long garden of the treatment centre she was currently staying in. she was finally drawing. She had woken up that morning with an overwhelming feeling that she had to draw. She was drawing the Fall trees, using her colour pencils to melt the colours into the drawing. She wanted it to be perfect. The door opened and Bette walked in, pushing Xavier who was sleeping. Bette closed the door softly before pushing the stroller over to where Tina was, and sitting down.
“Hey,” Tina said, softly her eyes still locked on the tree she was drawing.
“Hi, did you sleep okay?”
“Not really kept waking expecting you beside me,” Tina admitted softly. “I miss the soft noise you make as you sleep. I miss waking in the middle of the night and looking at you, with your hand under your face.”
“I miss you too,” Bette smiled softly at her wife’s words.
“How is Xavier?”
“He is good, he has had his vaccines this morning that was hard to watch, then I had to sign some papers at the lawyers office.”
“For his adoption?” Tina asked, she finally looked up.
“Yes, the social worker has visited the ranch, they are happy with how I’m handling everything,”
“I hate that you have to jump through hoops for him to be officially your son. He is your son, you’re certainly doing a better job of raising him that me,”
“It’s not a competition Ti, I would rather you were at home, being the loving mother and wife I know you are. But I also know that you have to be here right now.”
“I’ve let you and him down,”
“No Tina, you haven’t.” Bette reached out and gently tucked a lose piece of Tina’s blonde curls behind her ear. Her fingers gently lingering on her wife’s smooth silk skin.
“I have, I’m sorry.” Tina let a tear run down her face, “I was talking to Sims yesterday, she said that I have to stop blaming myself but I can’t help it. I mean Claire burnt my house to the ground, my parents hated me because I was gay and they died in a car accident, I couldn’t carry my son to term and my wife…” Tina bowed her head.