Martin sighed, "It’s just that Sandrine and I went through a period of separation because of something that she thought was just a small crush, and then it grew to something else."

Sandrine gripped Martin’s hand as he continued.  "Maybe it’s because she’s so passionate, by nature, so she doesn’t have small emotions … she has big ones."

Hmmm…. Bette was thinking.

"But I don’t think I cheated on you … not really," she said, looking up at him with expressive eyes.

He pursed his lips, then looked at Bette.  He didn’t want to debate this again with Sandrine in front of Bette and Logan.

"What about you, Bette?  Has Tina had crushes?  Has she done something like that?  Or something more serious?  Like, cheated on you?," he asked.

Just then Tina had rounded the corner towards the studio, upon reaching the landing at the top of the staircase.  She had caught the latter part of Martin’s questions.

"Why are you asking?," Tina asked loudly.  The group turned to look at her in surprise.  She looked around the room, saw Bette resting comfortably against Logan while a glamorous couple was similarly relaxed across from them.

"T!," Bette exclaimed with a smile. 

"Tina!," Logan greeted her with surprise.

He reached out to balance Bette’s backside as she stood up quickly.

"Hi baby," Bette greeted her warmly, kissing her deeply, then embracing her.

Tina encircled her arms around Bette.  "Hi baby," she whispered, nuzzling into the brunette’s neck.

Bette was turning around while Tina kept her arms encircled around Bette.  Bette motioned to the couple, "Martin, Sandrine, my wife Tina."

Martin stood up, after gently repositioning Sandrine.  He extended a hand out to the blonde.  Tina eyed him coolly, but shook his hand.  She nodded at his wife.  Wow!  She looks like she’s on her last trimester, Tina thought.

"That is a very cool maternity outfit," the blonde commented, her arms still encircled around Bette.

"Merci," Sandrine responded, noting Tina’s reaction to Martin.  He must have struck a nerve there, she thought.

"Only the French, huh, Bette?," Tina chuckled slightly.  She offered a cheek to Logan, who had also stood up, and had bent over to kiss her in greeting.

Sandrine looked up at all four of them who were now standing around her.  "Perhaps I should stand also?," she asked with a light laugh.  Bette motioned her not to while Tina answered, "Why don’t we all just sit, too?"  She released her hold on Bette, and pulled a cushion towards her.