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“You’re pregnant?” Tina had never thought that Bette would ever want to give birth or have a child.
“Yes, erm, five months. I’m 45 Ti, time was running out for me to have a family.”
“Erm I hope you and your partner are happy. Is it her?” Tina asked.
“I’m single Ti,” Bette said softly. “I’ve not seen Candace since after the opening, I told her didn’t want her. in fact, all I wanted was you. there have been a couple of women, A girl called Nadia and an artist Jodi Lerner but it never lasted because they aren’t you. When Jodi and I split about six months ago I decided I would have a baby, I knew I was doing it alone. I went to the sperm back and took out Marcus sperm and on the second try got pregnant.” Bette said slowly.
Tina took all the information in. Bette was single. Single and pregnant. With Marcus sperm. Their sperm. Tina didn’t know what to say. she looked down into her tea. Her mind was racing. How was this possible.
“You’re doing this alone,”
“At the moment, yes, I’ve been trying to find you for three years Ti. I never wanted our relationship to end the way it did. You went into our bathroom and I thought I would never see you again. I didn’t know if you were dead or alive. when I saw you profile this week I was so excited. You were alive, you were in LA and I had to take the chance, because this isn’t just my baby,” Bette rested her hand on her stomach. “I used our sperm, which means he or she is our baby.”
Tears rolled down Tina’s face. she reached up and gently pushed them away.
“I nearly died.” She said softly.
“What happened Ti?” Bette reached over and touched her hand but Tina drew away. she took a deep breath.
“I left our home, our beautiful home and I ran, I got the car and I started driving. I ended up heading towards San Diego, I found a motel, it was cheap. I filled the bath. Erm…fuck this is hard.” She took another breath and looked at Bette. “I filled the bath and got in fully dressed with some…erm…” she couldn’t say it out loud to Bette. it was different from when she had spoken to her doctors and when she was in rehab. She decided maybe it was better to do show and tell. She very slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the deep, white and pink scars that covered both her arms where she had ripped the skin. Her lower arms were both covered in them, her left arm was worse than her right.