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    Breaking silence

    Story written on April 28, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    Number of Comments: 35
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=53532
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    Chapter 1

    Mmmmmm, Bette cooed, guiding a spoonful of strained peaches to Jordan’s open mouth. Isn’t that good?

    Jordan gurgled in response, raising her arms and waving them above her head.

    Have you tasted that? Tina asked, refilling her coffee cup.

    The peaches? No. Why?

    They actually aren’t bad. Not as good as the apricots, but not bad.

    Bette kissed a dollop of stray peaches from Jordan’s cheek. Much better than that green stuff.

    The green stuff is peas. And I can’t even get you to eat them when I put them on your plate, Tina said, shaking her head as she continued reading the Sunday paper.

    One more bite, Jordan. One more, Bette grinned, turning her attention back to her daughter. Can you say ‘Mmmmmmmmmm’? Mmmmm. Monet.

    Most mothers would be perfectly content if their child’s first word was Mama. Or even Ma.

    Most children aren’t as smart as she is, Bette said, scooping the baby out of her high chair so she could clean her face and hands.

    What was your first word?

    Antidisestablishmentarianism, Bette replied, over her shoulder.

    Tina snorted without looking up.

    Fine. It was book.

    Not Rembrandt? Not Cassatt? Tina teased.

    What was your first word, Smarty Pants?

    I don’t know, Tina shrugged. I never asked.

    You never asked?

    I figured it was Mama or Ma. Or antidisestablishmentarianism.

    You could ask, you know, Bette said, kissing the top of Jordan’s head before putting her into Tina’s outstretched arms.

    Bette. Tina’s tone was a quiet warning.

    I’m only saying, Bette replied.

    Tina drew Jordan close. I know what you’re saying. And you already know how I feel about it.

    She’s their granddaughter. The only grandchild they have. And they’re the only grandparents she has left, Bette said quietly, stroking a light fingertip along Jordan’s smooth round cheek.

    We’ve been through this.

    No. We haven’t. You issued an edict and I agreed to it. But this isn’t only about you-or us-anymore. There’s someone else involved.

    Tina sighed and deposited Jordan in her playpen. So we’re supposed to subject our baby to their prejudice and judgment? Isn’t it enough that they completely rejected us?

    It’s been years, T. Almost 10.

    I know exactly how long it’s been, Tina said wearily.

    People change, Baby, Bette said, staring pointedly into her wife’s brown eyes. Don’t they deserve another chance?

    I don’t want her to get hurt. I don’t want any of us to get hurt.

    Bette reached for Tina’s hand, bringing it to her lips. What if we sent a picture? And a short note. We’ll make a gesture and see what happens.

    Tina chewed her lower lip pensively, a furrow creasing her brow.

    Hey, Bette said softly, squeezing Tina’s hand. We have our own family now. We’re inviting them to be a part of it. If they choose not to accept our invitation, it’s their loss.

    Finally, Tina looked up. I’ll think about it. Okay?

    Okay, came the reply, followed by a kiss.





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    3. I wish you knew how happy I was A. to see a post from you and B. to see it was chapter one, which means more are to follow. Thank you FFC. You have been sorely missed. Love this and can’t wait to read more.

    5. YES!! You’re back!!!! I’m really excited to see where you take this story. I agree with Jwet, it’s nice to see that Bette’s the one trying to help Tina reach out to her family.

    14. Hey your back – yes! This is good really funny too. Antidisestablishmentarianism never thought I’d see that on this site. Personally I’m all in favour of disestablishmentarianism if anybody is interested;-)

    16. The only time I’ve seen “antidisestablishmentarianism” is in an Archie comic when I was a kid…I’ve just discovered fan fiction and you’re one of the best! Nice to see a new story under way.

    21. That was so Beautiful I love it you’re back I’m always love your Story and I’m still not done yet OMG it’s alot to catch up for all the fanfic writer but I love your Story so thank you for post it again FFC Please post soon.

    25. I was having a lousy day, up until the point when I saw that you’d started a new story. Then the sun came out, my daughter behaved perfectly, my partner stopped being cranky, and all was right with the world! THANKS!

    27. Three cheers for FanFicChick!! Glad to see that you’re “back in the saddle” again! I’ve read everything you’ve ever posted on this site and I’m interested to see where you go with this one. Great start!

    32. I love this! Bette’s gentleness in nudging Tina to invite her parents into their child’s life is so sweet and thoughtful. I’m looking forward to see where this goes. Thank you.

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