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    Week 39 – part 1

    Story written on April 16, 2005 by pseud.
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    It has B&T; isn’t that enough reason to:

    Letting out a moan, Tina l rolled from her side into a sitting position. “Bette.”

    Her haggard-looking wife rushed to the bedroom doorway. “What?”

    Tina couldn’t help but smile. While she felt like she was approaching Jabba the Hutt in both dimension and appearance, Bette, wearing a loose skirt and flip-flops, appeared to be becoming some weird earth mother/hippy combination. Maybe it was just hormones or pheromones or something in the environment, but Bette Porter seemed to have gone from type A to type C- sometime during the course of her pregnancy.

    “Can you help me up?”

    Bette gave a loving smile as she approached the bed. “Slippers?”

    “Please?”

    With both love, and excessive amounts of practice, Bette helped stuff her love’s swollen feet into the comfy shoes that she’d purchased weeks before when Tina found herself unable to fit into any other pair of shoes that she owned.

    Finishing up the task at hand, Bette placed a kiss on Tina’s forehead. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”

    She returned the compliment with a pained expression. “And you, my love, are an accomplished liar.” Tina held out her hands and Bette helped her to her feet.

    “How’d you sleep?” Bette had a hand in the small of Tina’s back, and was holding her arm with the other. The last few weeks had seemed especially hard on her wife, and now that they were in the home stretch, she was going to do everything in her power to keep Tina comfortable.

    “You know, we’re making a rule.”

    “We are?”

    “Yup.” Tina smiled when she realized Bette was leading her to the bathroom. “You always know what I need, honey.”

    “I always know you need this when you wake up.”

    Tina rolled her eyes. “This wakes me up. This, and getting punched in the lungs, the kidneys, the stomach, and every other vital organ.”

    “So that’s the rule.” Bette leaned over and spoke to Tina’s belly. “No more punching Mommy.”

    “Geez, Bette, if you could get that one enforced I’d love you.”

    Bette put on a pout. “You don’t love me now?”

    “I’d love you even more than I do now.” Tina place a conciliatory kiss on Bette’s lips. “And that’s a lot.” With practice, Bette helped Tina into a sitting position on the toilet. “No, the rule is no more pepperoni pizza before this kid is born.”

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    1. Expecting Mother can have weird dreams. Sometimes good sometimes bad. Love the way that Bette takes care of Tinas needs and the tenderness she shows her.

    5. Great details, pseud! And I love the dialogue, that as it cuts right to the essence, it reflects the intimacy and history of their relationship. Of course, you know I’ll turn the page, as it were.

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