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They woke, as they usually did these days to the need for Tina to go to the bathroom. It took her a little longer to untangle herself, the blankets getting wrapped around her legs as she rose. She felt massive and sluggish but in truth her pregnancy was progressing nicely and her baby bump small compared to how it would be in four months time.
Yaya told her that her small frame meant that every pound she gained would be felt like it was two pounds and to eat healthy, exercise and everything else would fall into place. With Bette encouraging her and being very demonstrative in her appreciation of Tina’s growing body, she really no complaints in that area.
Plus, at sixteen weeks, even though she was showing enough to need pregnancy clothes, she could still manage in her movements easily. Bette was awake when she returned to the bed and had gone to the kitchen for coffee, Rosie and Yaya having an early breakfast of oatmeal and blueberries. Yaya shooed her back to Tina once Bette had lavished love all over Rosie’s sticky face, making her giggle and say her newest phrase which made Bette want to cry and do a somersault simultaneously.
“Ohhh Mama Beee” Rosie would say, stretching out the B to Beeee with a southern tang that never failed to make Bette smile. Where Rosie picked up these quirks of expression Bette was not sure but there seemed to be a new one every week or so. Yaya said it was her personality coming out now that she felt safe and it was hard to argue with that.
They sat in bed sipping their coffee, Tina resting her head on Bette’s shoulder every now and then as they planned their day, their feet playing with each other under the covers. Kit and Lucy were arriving in the late afternoon and Boo asked them to come by for lunch before they left for the airport. James would arrive in time to meet them at the courthouse for the adoption hearing. Everything coming together, one piece at a time.
“It’s all going at warp speed,” Bette complained. “At first I chaffed with the slow pace here, now I want everything to stop for just a fucking minute so I can catch my breath.”