“Its over now mom. I dont want to think about it anymore. I need to breathe.”

Elizabeth let her daughter go with a smile, “Sorry.”

“Its okay,” Bette said returning her mothers smile, “Where are the kids?”

“Shay is still asleep. The boys are setting up the game room, Clara is watching a movie and that nice boy Rob is helping the boys.”

Bette nodded her head.

“Im going to go check on them. Ill be back.”

Bette headed up the stairs.

“Lizzie?”

Bette stopped and turned to her mother, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bette said softly and then continued up the stairs

She changed into some fresh clothes and brushed her teeth and then went into Shays room. She looked down at her precious little girl.

“Im glad you arent causing this much drama,” Bette whispers

“Youre back,” Clara says from the doorway of the room

Bette turns slightly, “Yes, it would appear that I am. How are you?”

“Im not the one that over did it last night,” Clara commented coming into the room, “When Tina called she said that youd had a little too much and were going to stay with her. You dont get drunk mom. In the very rare instances that you do you…make up for lost time,” Clara finished with a nod, “Are you okay?”

Bette smiled at how well her daughter knew her, “I have a marching band doing a parade in my head. Does that answer your question?”

Clara chuckled softly, “It certainly does.”

“Have you talked to Rob since yesterday,” Bette asks running a hand over Shays forehead and then quietly leaving the room motioning for Clara to follow

“No,” Clara says as the two walk down the hall

Bette sighed at this, “You know hes sorry for what he said right?”

“Yes, I just dont want to talk to him right now.”

Bette shrugged her shoulders, “Whatever. Im going to go check on them.”

“Ill be in my room.”

Clara turns and goes into her bedroom. Bette sighs deeply and heads down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs she heard it.

“Mom!”

Came from upstairs. Her years as a mother had taught Bette to notice the differences in which that one word was spoken. The way it was spoken just now send a cold tendril of fear down Bettes spine and she raced back up the stairs as fast as her legs would take her. Bursting in her daughters bedroom she saw Clara kneeling on the ground clutching at her stomach.

“Something…something is wrong,” Clara gasped

Tbc…