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Comfort Enough
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“Oh, Kit,” Tina sighed, turning the key a few twists and raising the lid. The beautiful box came to life with the tinkling notes of a Mozart melody.
“When I was learning piano, that piece was the first one I ever memorized for a recital. I used to play it on my desk at school, on the dinner table. I think I even played it in my dreams,” Kit said fondly. “So you can tell Jordan that if she wants to, when she gets old enough, her Aunt Kit will teach her to play it, too.”
Tina handed the music box to Bette and engulfed Kit in a wraparound hug. “You shouldn’t have, but I’m so glad you did,” Tina said.
“It’s gorgeous. Thank you,” Bette echoed, listening as the Mozart piece slowly wound down to silence.
“Now. This other one I debated about for a long time,” Kit said, smoothing her hand over the plain box. “But in the end, I decided to give it to you and let you figure out what to do.”
Tina and Bette exchanged a quizzical glance, but before either of them could pose a question, Kit cleared her throat and handed Tina the box. As Tina reached for the gift, Kit covered Tina’s hands with her own.
“This is a present I bought for your little boy,” Kit said gently, looking into Tina’s eyes. “I was so excited when you found out you were pregnant that I wanted to get you something right away. And when I saw this, I fell in love with it. But I never had a chance to give it to you.”
Bette got up from where she was sitting, drawn by her need to be closer to her wife, and joined Kit and Tina on the couch.
“You were so broken when you lost that child. I thought about just giving this away and never mentioning it. But I’m a mother, too. And every mother knows that even if you lose a child, they’re always in your heart. So I’ve been holding onto this for you, and I figured that now might be a good time for you to have it,” Kit said, looking up to include Bette in her gaze. “Because I know that you haven’t forgotten your little boy, and I wanted to let you know that someone else remembers him, too.”
Tina’s eyes flooded with tears, and Kit gathered her close, rocking her. As she caught Bette’s glance over Tina’s shoulder, Kit reached out to her sister, squeezing her hand tightly. At last, Tina leaned back into Bette’s waiting embrace, swallowing hard and wiping away her remaining tears with the back of her hand.
“Thank you,” Tina said softly.
“You’re welcome, Baby,” Kit said, drying her own eyes. “Now go ahead and open it.”
Tina handed the box to Bette, who exhaled slowly before lifting the top. Inside was a dazzling mobile made of exquisitely sculpted and polished polymer clay pieces that danced when Bette picked it up.
“I love it,” Bette said, her voice thick with emotion.
“You don’t have to use it,” Kit reminded them.
“I want us to use it. It’s a wonderful way to remember,” Tina said quietly, taking Bette’s hand. “Thank you, Kit. Thank you so much. For everything.”
“Good thing that no presents rule didn’t apply to you,” Bette said, resting the mobile back in its box.
“Honey, there’s lots of rules that don’t apply to me,” Kit winked at her sister.
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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