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    Comfort Enough

    Story written on September 30, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    Chapter 45

    They had been dating three, maybe four months. A friend of Tina’s from Alphaville had just given birth, and Tina wanted to stop at her house for a quick visit to drop off a gift and see the baby. Bette readily agreed. Of course, at that point, she would have readily agreed to almost anything Tina suggested. Bette Porter was in love.

     

    The new parents were both weary and elated when they greeted Bette and Tina at the door and invited them in. For more than a half hour, Karen related in excruciating detail the fine points of her day-long labor and delivery process, while her husband, Daniel, interjected key specifics like a color commentator. Bette offered up a silent prayer of gratitude when a faint, hiccupping cry finally stemmed the tide of information.

     

    Karen left the room and returned a few minutes later carrying an unbelievably small bundle. “This is Bridget,” she said, the exhaustion in her eyes replaced with a mother’s adoration.

     

    Bette watched as Karen handed over the infant, noticing the way Tina drew the child to her body, cradling it in her arms, expertly bringing the warmed bottle to Bridget’s tiny rosebud mouth. Bette had seen many emotions cross Tina’s face in the brief lifetime of their relationship. Happiness, confusion, worry, desire. Love. But Bette saw something different that night. Something that surprised her. When Tina brushed her lips gently across the sleeping baby’s head, Bette saw pure longing flicker to life in her lover’s eyes.

     

    Tina was uncharacteristically quiet in the car after they left Karen and Daniel’s house. No fussing with the radio, no idle banter. She merely stared out the window, completely lost in thought. To the casual observer, she was the picture of serenity. But Bette could see the tense set of Tina’s shoulders, the way she chewed her lower lip. She was anxious. Bette didn’t want to initiate the conversation that she knew was sitting between them like another passenger in the car. She wasn’t ready to deal with this topic yet. But she was about to.

     

    “Sodo you want kids? Some day?” Tina asked quietly, not turning away from the window.

     

    Bette sighed. She was 31, wildly successful, and, up until now, had been happy doing whatever, whenever, and whomever she wanted to. Children had never crossed her mind, not in any meaningful, significant way.

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    2. That was one of the most beautiful depictions of giving birth that I have read.

      The graceful way you opened the door to their past, allowing us to experience their first conversation about kids and the moment when they knew it would become a reality was captivating. Then, with just as much finesse, you returned us to the present with our souvenirs to witness everything coming full circle. Bathed in love, swaddled in devotion.

      The story conveyed so much without overuse of description or dialogue. That was a wonderous chapter, for sure. Thanks.

    13. im sitting here just sobbing remembering the birth of my 4 kids, and the death of one. each one a gift in and of itself. the greatest sacrifice and joy ive ever had. can i say ffc that you captured it. the miracle of bringing a child iinto this world, theres nothing that compares to it. im so grateful for that blessing. thanks for letting me remember.

    14. I have been a silent reader of your stories, but i just have to say theat they are fantistic. You are a great writer and one of my favorites!!! This story is simply beautiful!!!

    16. This is so beautiful and amazing it gave me shivers and tears…happy tears. It was so overwhelming and… well I’m speechless it was above everything I ever read. The emotions they both where having scared, happy, pain and strength you captured it so well. Thank you.

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