"YOU FUCKING BRING IT WISCHNIA! YOU FUCKING BRING IT!" Bette shouted at the older woman that was Tina’s attorney. Bette had grabbed her by the shirt. " I DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE! DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM!? DO YOU! DO YOU! I FUCKING WILL��""

Tina hears the commotion as she was just on her way over to the main house to tell Joyce that she wants out.

Tina sees the familiar clothing, the familiar hair, that voice. It’s Bette. She can’t believe that Bette is here. She was supposed to be in New York. Being Tina, the one in the relationship who thinks of others, she doesn’t realize that she’s wearing a tank top and just a tank top that’s showing her ever growing baby bump. She tries breaking up the fight, attempting to save Joyce’s life. If anyone knows Bette’s rage it’s Tina.

"BETTE PORTER, GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW!" Tina shouted with authority.

Joyce drops the plate of sushi she had been scoffing down like a hog and chokes when she feels Bette’s grip on her throat grow tighter. Bette’s eyes are on Tina’s bump. Tina follows her eyes.

"Shit." Tina says under her breath.

"Tina? Tee?"

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"Tee, Tee, " repeatedly she hears the "Tee, Tee" that she’d been hearing all the days she’s been away from her. She can’t believe she slipped. Tina eyes grow wide. What was she going to tell Bette?

"Tina darling are you okay?" Joyce interrupted.

Tina shakes her head and watches as Bette turns around with rage written all over her face. Hearing Joyce’s voice she was reminded of the reason why she found herself here in the first place tonight.

Bette lifts her fist towards Joyce; it would be the first time in her life. Never had she needed to resort to physical violence.

"You listen close here, Wischnia." Bette seethed. "You ever touch Tina again. You as much come near her and I will end you. I will fucking end you. This I promise."

"Don’t be so dramatic Bette." The idiocy of the woman, Tina thought.

"Come on she wanted it. She wants me." Joyce continued with a smirk on her face.