“Migraine.” came Tina’s one word reply.

“Aww, my poor baby.” Bette said as she leaned back down and kissed her from the bridge of her nose to her lips. There she lingered and tickled Tina’s lips with her tongue, bringing a very big smile to Tina’s face. Tina had brought her arms around Bette’s body and she felt the soft muscles of her lower back flex the more she moved further down her body. Tina’s hands came in contact with Bette’s pants and she easily slipped her hands inside her panties and began caressing her butt smoothly running her fingers down soft and strong flesh. She heard Bette moan onto her neck and she smiled grabbing her tight making Bette yelp and giggle. She continued to laugh as she moved over to the side of Tina, reluctantly losing contact with Tina’s hands as she across the bed facing her stomach. Bette propped herself on one elbow and looked at Tina’s face. Neither said a word but they continued to look at each other.

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” Bette finally said.

“I don’t want to fight either.” Tina said taking Bette’s hand and bringing her closer for a kiss. “I’ve been thinking about what you said in therapy, and you’re right car accidents and robberies could take you away from us in a second, but those are things that we cannot control. We can control this, we determine whether or not to roll the dice with your life. I’m just not willing to take that chance and hope for the best, if anything ever happened to you again and I knew that I could’ve prevented it, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.“ She kissed her softly and began running her thumb across her knuckles. “I like not fighting with you.”

“I do too.” Bette smiled against Tina’s lips. “But baby I don’t want to give up our dream either. I would never want to press you into another pregnancy I understand how you feel. I know having the twins was really harder than we thought for you and I understand that. But I do want more children, so I was thinking about adoption.”