Tina rushed down the hallway to her daughter’s room.  Sliding to a stop she peered into the crib at her sleeping toddler.  Smiling lovingly as she watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, Tina had never felt so relieved.  Her daughter was a blessing; she was the beacon of light in the almost three years of storms in their lives.  Between Bette straying, Dana dying, Alice giving up on life and Shane becoming a nurse maid it had been beyond unbearable.  Still all she had to do was glance at the angel before her and life didn’t seem so rough.

Gently Tina leaned over and lightly kissed the toddler’s forehead.  The warmth of her skin spreading through her aching heart and into her soul, giving her the strength to face what ever troubles life threw at her.  Smiling once more Tina went to search the house for her wayward wife.  The last two weeks had consisted of many arguments most of them ending in shouting matches.  It was true that Tina was scared of losing Bette to the gaping hole Dana’s death had left.  She had thought that it was awful when Bette acted callous about Alice‘s condition and the loss of Dana, but it scared the ***** out of her when she found Bette cradling Alice and buying into the hopelessness the once prominent journalist resided in. 

At that moment Tina knew that for the sake of her family they needed to step back and take a break from the situation.  Death and murder happened everydayand yeah it was sad and devastating, but it is not an excuse to stop living, and that is exactly what Al and Shane did.  Her two best friends had stopped living and were only shells of their former selves.  There was no way that she was going to stand ideally by and let her wife join them.

It had been eighteen months since Bette had worked, and she no longer even seemed to be searching for a job.  Most of her time was spent on the internet doing God only knows what.  Tina tried not to agitate Bette about getting a job; they had a substantial savings because of Melvin Porter’s life insurance policy and what he left to Bette in the will.  In reality if Bette never really wanted to work again the money could be managed to do just that.  Still Bette just wasn’t the same not working, she seemed to have lost a certain amount of passion and love for life.