Bette woke up on her couch fully dressed, hugging an empty glass and a throw over her. Shane must have thrown it over her before locking up to leave. She got up and went to her cold and empty king sized bed, to sleep alone yet again. It’s been so many years, yet she still couldn’t get used to it. In the first year, she almost never slept on the bed, because of Tina’s absence.

Tina had started working for a major studio after she’d miscarried their first baby. She’d decided to go back to work, because she couldn’t handle the tension that had grown between Bette and her at the loss of their son, Carter. Bette had been so excited and buying whatever she believed her baby boy deserved. Then Tina lost the baby while Bette was away in Holland for a conference. If it wasn’t for Kit and Shane, Tina could have lost her life as well. Bette blamed herself and her absence for jeopardizing Tina’s life. She’d lost their son and her lover was slowly slipping away as well. Tina went back to work and forgot all thoughts of family making. Bette became an afterthought. She had work and friends, and she convinced herself that she was happy like that.

Bette took this hard and didn’t know what to do, but what she knows best, shy away. She felt like she was to blame for their loss and that Tina wasn’t keen on being with her anymore. They had started living their lives separately, seeing each other once or twice a week. Tina was seldom at home and went out till very late, leaving Bette worried and concerned. Then, the non-stop admirers and Tina giving them all her time of day.  Bette thought breaking up with Tina was what Tina was after, because even when she did, Tina seemed relieved.

Bette woke up uncharacteristically late and remembered the events of last night, especially Helena announcing that one of the people she’d thought was Tina’s friend was the infamous Andrew. She had done everything to not know what this Andrew looked like and three years later, Tina brought him to rub him in her face.