Tina: Bette it’s not like that. I haven’t been with anyone else. I didn’t have sex. I inseminated myself.

Bette: Why?

Tina: I wanted to give us …

Tina can’t finish her sentence. She’s overwhelmed with the emotions of doing this for them, while Bette was out fucking some other woman.

Bette: How far along are you?

Tina: 14 weeks

Bette: 14 weeks? I don’t understand Tina. I mean we were still together – we were a couple. Why would you do this on your own? Why would you get pregnant and keep it a secret from me for nearly four months?

Tina: I planned to tell you and then you fucked off.

Bette: I fucked up Tina. I did not fuck off. I did not leave; I am still here.

The last time when Tina had gotten pregnant Bette was the last to know, not because Tina had done it on her own but because Bette was too wrapped up in herself. She’d felt like the biggest asshole in the universe when she came home ranting about her bad day while Tina waited for her to notice the positive pregnancy test stick that she’d laid on a place setting at the dinner table. Then when Tina miscarried Bette was busy working and fighting off protestors of the Provocations exhibit at the CAC. She’d missed the doctor’s appointment where Tina received the news that there was no fetal heartbeat. Now it occurred to Bette that she really hadn’t been there for Tina in the truest sense of the word for the last few years. Bette was so wrapped up in her own head berating herself as some kind of huge cosmological joke that what Tina said hadn’t yet reached her consciousness. Tina repeated herself.

Tina: Bette? Do you want feel? She just kicked.

Bette: She?

Tina: Yes. I went to see Dr. Wilson a few weeks ago.

Bette: Is everything okay?

Tina: Everything is perfect. She did a sonogram. It’s a healthy baby girl.

Bette looks at Tina with an immense smile on her face reminiscent of the one she wore when she discovered Tina was pregnant with their son. Tina pulled down the covers and exposed her pregnant belly under the thin nightgown. She took Bette’s left hand and placed it on the spot where she’d felt the baby move. Bette looked into Tina’s eyes and asked if it was OK. Tina nodded as Bette timidly lifted the edge of Tina’s pajama top to expose her belly.