“Awww thank you sweetie” Bette says, reaching for the flower.

The little girl smiles shyly, turning and attempting to run back to her mother whom smiles back at Bette and Tina. They both grin, Tina raising her hand to acknowledge her.

“This is for you baby” Bette says, delicately transferring the flower to Tina.

“Aww thank you” Tina giggles, tilting her head up and meeting Bette half way for a kiss.

“Cute” Bette says looking back to the little girl in the distance.

“Ummm” Tina says looking to the girl, and then back up to Bette. A thought suddenly crosses her mind. She begins to bite her bottom lip.

Bette raises an eyebrow, immediately reading Tina’s thoughts, but allowing the blonde to find her own wording.

“Beeeeette” Tina says slowly.

“Teeeeee” Bette responds smiling and looking down at the awkward blonde.

“Do you like children?”

Bette smiles wider at Tina’s cuteness, she leans down, kissing her girlfriends nose. Tina instinctively scrunches her face.

“I do baby. Well, some.”

Tina grins. But she still didn’t have her answer. Did Bette want children? That’s what she really meant to ask.

Bette is enjoying drawing out the blonde’s anguish. She continues to look down, seeing the cogs still working. She would put the blonde out of her misery. “Baby…” she beings.

Tina looks up as Bette puts her hands gently either side of the blonde’s face.

“If a child resembled you in anyway, I would definitely like it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I would love it to bits”

Tina grinned back getting the answer she wanted. She quickly sits up and turns to face Bette. “Really?”

“Really” Bette smiled back at the excitement suddenly exuding from her girlfriend.

“Just one?” Tina asks.

“I thought maybe 2 or 3″ Bette responds, gently caressing the side of Tina’s face.

“Me too” Tina responds, her face animated. “Ummm, how would it work?”

Bette laughs. “Well I’m pretty sure I can’t impregnate you, so we’d have to look into our options”

“So I would be having them” Tina says.

“Oh well…” Bette responds, suddenly aware that she had just assumed.

“No it’s OK baby, I want to. I’d love to carry our children.” Tina says, moving closer to Bette.

They both meet for a kiss. Tina rests her hands on Bette’s legs, as Bette wraps her arms around the blonde. They lean back slightly, looking into each other’s eyes, and then down at the little flower that Tina was still clutching.