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Comfort Enough
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“Do you want some coffee or tea?” Tina asked.
“Now you just relax and stop fussing. I’m fine,” Kit said, pressing a warm palm against Tina’s cheek.
“Come and sit down,” Bette said, draping an arm over Kit’s shoulders.
Bette’s fractured bond with Kit was slowly healing, but both of them continued to tread lightly with each other, not pushing too hard or expecting too much. Between Bette’s split with Tina and her judgmental response to Ivan, she had disappointed Kit terribly, and that disappointment had turned to frustration and anger before Bette realized how much her relationship with her sister truly meant to her. At that point, Bette was in a vicious downward spiral. She felt out of control at work, her friends wouldn’t speak to her, and she had all but given up on ever reuniting with Tina. So it was a humbled and heartbroken woman who had shown up at Kit’s door asking for forgiveness and another chance.
For her part, even while she was separated from Bette, Tina had maintained at least sporadic contact with Kit. On one hand, she did so because for years Kit had been a good friend and a trusted confidante. But Tina also realized that staying in touch with Kit meant, in at least a small way, that she and Bette were somehow still connected. And that connection was a comfort.
“So what’s in the bag?” Bette asked, sitting down on the couch across from Tina and Kit.
“Well, rumor has it that you two don’t want any presents for this little baby,” Kit said, looking from Tina to Bette with raised eyebrows. “But I figured that you made that rule for everybody but me.”
“Kit,” Tina said, knowing any protest would fall on decidedly deaf ears.
Kit reached into the paper shopping bag and removed two packages. One, a simple, white box, and the second, a brightly wrapped rectangle, covered with whimsical cartoon creatures.
“This one is for Jordan,” Kit beamed, handing Tina the bright box. “Because even though it’s supposed to be a surprise, I can feel it in my bones that child is a girl.”
Bette grinned at her older sister and nodded at Tina to open the wrapping. Tina tore off the paper and removed the top to reveal an ornate music box.
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You are an amazing writer fanficchick. I love your story. With one exception (flairforthedramatic) your managed to make me cry. You’re one of the two writers that can make me cry. Please continue this fabulous story!
So touching and true. Thanks for the daily gift of these chapters.
Maybe it’s hormones…but I suspect that it’s more likely your skill at writing that has brought me to tears.
You managed to bring love and comfort to such a heartbreaking loss. That was absolutely beautiful.
this is so sweet and so real.with tears in my eyes i read : “And every mother knows that even if you lose a child, they’re always in your heart”. that is very true. thanks and looking forward to read you again.
thankyou for this chapter – it was very healing for me too
That was a funny and then a beautiful chapter. Nicely done Aunty Kit.
I’ve read this story from the begining and it’s better than the real thing! you have a way with words! xx
This chapter is great! I love how u brought back the memory of their little boy they lost. Just another way for them to keep his memory alive.. Awsome!!
So touching! Each chapter is a little boxed gift for every reader to enjoy! Thanks.
wow…felt so real. you’re indeed an amazing writer.
(as I wipe the lone tear) another tear-jerker! This is as emotional as that little kid that was taking E.T. “home.” Yes, I cried then too!
snQQpy. knew you were just as big a sap as me.
ffc – having lost a child, well actually 2. but one a miscarriage. you never forget. others do but you dont. god girl, im sitting here blubbering like a baby. please go get a job with IC. she really needs your kind of help.
I can’t tell you how moving I found this chapter to be. My first baby died when he was 5 weeks old and although that was over 20 years ago, I have one particular friend who always rings up on the anniversary of his death to ask how I am and to tell me she remembers. It means so much that someone, besides myself, remembers his being. Beautifully written. Thank you.
awwww..so sweet..great chapter post soon thanks FFC
Its so hart to lose a child. by miscarrage on other thing. Lost our oldest son four yrs ago, Isometime forget that his Dad was his buddie ,partner in crime and he loved him in a different way,but just as much Each chapter you write is a gift for someone to remember sad,bad and most of all all the wondertimes you have had. Memories keeps you warn on cold winter nights. thanks Just hope Bette and Tina love Kit as much as she loves them
““Honey, there’s lots of rules that don’t apply to me,” ” Love this Kit