For the first time in the conversation Helena smiled, the same fucking social worker you almost go fired because she had a lot of phobias about you… When the social worker tried to took Angelica from her first Bette tried to be patient, but once tired of fighting with a woman so homophobic that had Angelica’s custody on her hands Bette talked with her boss and told she was going to sue her if she continued to go after Bette… and she almost got the social worker fired… Yeesss, I’m not proud of what I made to her… but a mother does everything for her child…

Bette and Helena laughing after the tense moments, at least raising their kids they had one thing on their sides, both knew the type of mothers they didn’t want to be, what type of mothers they didn’t want their kids to grow up with.

They spent the rest of the day talking and playing with Angelica, sharing stories about their kids firsts steps, firsts words,… they even talked about their own firsts times, at school with men, women,… they talked about positive things, but avoided talking about fail marriages or relationships with family and friends…

By the end of the night while Bette was feeding Angelica, Helena, feeling comfortable, went to the fridge to cook something. When the fridge opened Helena’s eyes opened as much as possible watching the empty fridge, only filled with some baby food, eggs and milk, she looked at Bette and smiling said Bette, sweetheart… do you understand the concept of having a fridge at home? It’s supposed to be full of food…Bette smiled embarrassed, she had drove successfully her own gallery and then one of the most important museums from Los Angeles was totally able to cook and to feed herself… You don’t want to know about my cooking skills, or my not cooking skills… trust me… Why don’t you call to some restaurant to bring some food? In ten minutes I’m done with Angelica once she would be asleep… Still surprised Helena just nodded, saying yes…

Fifteen minutes later Bette arrived at the kitchen and noticed that something smelled great, at the kitchen door she watched Helena cooking. She was in the middle of the kitchen cooking something that seemed to taste good, but the best thing was Helena moving in the kitchen in such a natural way that seemed to be a professional chef… she fitted right there perfectly. Bette’s attention was called by the differences between Helena Peabody suited in power dresses running the Peabody foundation and the Helena that was cooking in her house with a T-shirt a jeans, Bette liked it…