Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of G. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, August 9, 2020

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.


    Can we get it back – Chapter 3

    Chapter 3

    “I didn’t want to tell you but, Shane made med promise to tell you. But first I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. I know I told you that it was nothing and the thing that made me a little weird these last few months was because of mama T remarrying. Well that is partly true. I’m heartbroken and will probably be that for the rest of my life, but…. There is something else also.” Bette stops, she can feel the tears coming.

    Angie puts the slice down. She just knows that it is something serious. Bette looks up into Angie’s eyes, she sees the fear. She reaches over and takes Angie’s hand in hers.

    “Mama B, your’re scaring me, what is going on?” Angie carefully asks.

    “I…. I have been feeling a little off in the last few months. Tired, headaches, dizziness, nauseated, moody. Well you know, some has been taken out on you and for that I’m deeply sorry. But I went to the doctor. Dani made me go, since the headache didn’t seem to want to leave. And…” She stops, closes her eyes briefly. “They found something.” Bette adds and looks up sadly at her sweet Angie.

    “No….” Angie says, she doesn’t want to believe it. “What?” She asks in a whisper.

    “A tumor…. In my head.” Bette adds and takes extra hold of Angie’s hand.

    “No, no, no.” Angie starts to cry. A tumor in the head is never good, she is gonna loose her mama B. Thoughts keep coming, it takes over and she can’t breathe.

    “Sweetie, calm down. Breathe sweetie.” Bette sees the panic attack starting. She stands up and brings Angie up also into her arms. Angie clings on for dear life as she keeps crying. They stand like that for what seems like 10 minutes until Angie calms down and can talk again. Bette eases out and brings her hands up and holds lovingly onto Angie’s face.

    “I know this is serious. I will get the results of the biopsy tomorrow. We’ll know more then of how serious this is. It might be nothing.” Bette says hoping for the best, but she fears the worst.

    “I want to come with you, can I come with you?” Angie pleads.

    Page 1 of 11123Next ›Last »


    Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: