Tina came back to the their old bedroom just as Bette swung the two big glass doors open exposing the pool. She had no idea that a pair of blue eyes were watching her every move, leering curiously.

“Can you please shut the door? I don’t want the whole world outside to hear us arguing,” Tina demanded as she begun to feed her kid by bottle. Tina tipped the bottle a little as Angelica sucked the pretend nipple. “Why is there so much crap on your bed? It looks like your whole closet vomited. Plus what’s with all these old photographs?” grabbing one of the pictures of the two of them together during their third year in their long-term-relationship, she reminisced briefly and tossed it back into the pile.

“That’s one of my favorites,” Bette smiled warmly at her Tina; but she wasn’t her Tina anymore.

Tina licked her lips and looked down.

“I miss you, baby. I want you to come home and live here again. You have barely taken any of your wardrobe so I know this thing with Henry is only temporary.” Bette sighed heftily and took the bottle from Tina and begun to feed their child herself.

“Hey!” Tina protested.

“You’ll have our kid for three whole days. Where are you and Helena going again this weekend?” Bette frowned and continued feeding the little girl.

“Bette, my life and what I do with it has nothing to do with you at this time.”

“Oh, please. I know you’re fucking Helena again. So which hide-away are you two going to spend time at?” Bette smirked and said. “Are you paying for everything when you two are together now that she’s broke?”

Tina bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Bette, how did you know about that?”

Bette shrugged. “Well, she does live with me. I know when she’s had you because she bitches about being penniless, less.”

“That was nice that you let her stay with you and you have become such good friends. Tell me, you haven’t wanted to, you know. She does sleep in the next room.”

“Why, Tina. You’re just over-sexed. Let’s see, you’re having sex with Henry, myself and Helena. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now. Give me Angelica. It’s time to meet Henry,” Tina waited for Bette to finish feeding Angie. She watched the child she gave birth to play with some of the piles of pictures on her and Bette’s old bed.