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Tina opened her eyes when she felt Bette get back into bed beside her, she rolled over and smiled when she saw Bette holding Xavier and a bottle.
“Hey, little man mommy is awake do you want her too feed you?” Bette used her baby voice and Xavier was following his mother’s voice.
“I would love too,” Tina said sitting up and making herself comfortable in her pillows.
Bette slowly moved Xavier over to Tina and once he was settled, she passed Tina the bottle. Tina smiled down at him.
“What would you like for breakfast?” Bette asked,
“Anything is fine,” Tina responded. She was lost in watching her son feeding.
Bette took them in, she picked up her cell phone and decided to take a couple of photos. Sending one to Kit, who had been a great support to Bette emotionally she had been very reliant on her sister.
“Pancakes and fruit?” Bette asked, as she slowly got up again.
“You don’t have to spoil me,” Tina replied as moved Xavier to wind him.
“I’m not spoiling you, I’m making you breakfast babe,”
Tina looked at her and smiled softly,
“Thank you, B, really.” Tina smiled.
Bette lent over and kissed her wife’s forehead.
“If I was spoiling you it wouldn’t be pancakes and you know it,” Bette winked as she walked out of the room making Tina blush slightly.
Tina finished feeding Xavier, she then got up and took him to get dress. Dressing him in a cute shirt and jeans. She sat him in his bonce chair while she got dressed. Putting on cargo pants and a long-sleeved tee-shirt. Tina made her way downstairs putting Xavier into his play area, where he started to try and grip his toy keys. Tina stood watching him.
“He looks good,” Bette said,
“I thought I’d dress him,”
“Like his mommy he looks good,”
Tina smiled at her wife’s words before sitting down at the table next to the play area. Bette moved around the kitchen. Tina noticed the mail, and picked up the one from the family counts,
“What’s this?” She held up the open envelope.
“Agh that came yesterday, it’s me formally adopting Xavier.”
“Your name is on his birth certificate,” Tina said slowly, smiling at the piece of paper she pulled out.