She rubbed her baby bulge and spoke to her baby. “What will you look like?” Smiling she thought, “Curly brown hair, brown eyes, mocha colored skin. Probably just like Bette. I hope just like Bette.” Her smile did not prevent a tear escaping. Wiping away her tear she sighed heavily. “Well your Mama Bette might not want me but I’m so sure she will want you. Well, I think she will want you.”

How could you work that? How would it be not being together but raising a child together? How will Candace fit in their lives? The thought of Candace again brought on the hurt and the anger. Her warm thoughts were quickly replaced with her angry thoughts, “Fuck you Bette. You don’t deserve to be involved in this child. This is my child. You’ve made your choice. This should have been our child but you decided that the arms of another woman were better than mine. So no, no you will not be involved. I could never share this child with you as you share your life, bed and body with someone else. I could not bear that. I will never bear that.”

Bette changed multiple outfits before settling on a tailored, black business suit with a starched white shirt. The suit clung to her body showing her curves without being too showy. There was just enough cleavage was showing. The suit was classy, strong and sexy. That’s what she would need to get Tina’s attention in her attempt to win Tina back. As she examined herself in the mirror, she thought over and over again about what she would tell Tina. How would she open the conversation? “Tina, I’d like to talk to you. “Tina I miss you. I love you.” Tina, I’m sorry. Tina, I made a mistake.”

She hoped she would find her at the Planet. She had not shown her face there for weeks. What would she say to the girls? “They must hate me by now. I know I’ve disappointed them all. I need to apologize to them. I was so hypocritical judging the affair with Marina and Jenny. In the end, I was no different.”

She missed them all. But if she could win back Tina she believed they would all fall in line. Her life as she knew it would fall back in line. But what do you say to start the conversation? How do you apologize for the betrayal? Looking in the mirror she spoke to herself, “Bette just tell her you love her, you miss her, you need her. Tell her you can’t go on living without her.” Shaking her head, she thought, “God Bette that sounds like a bunch of bullshit cliché’s. How will she ever believe that?  She is not going to go for that”. Adjusting her jacket, blouse and jewelry for yet another time she thought, “But it’s the truth. I miss her, I need her. I don’t know how I could live without her.”