Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of PG-13. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, November 14, 2026

    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.






    Submit

    Foundations – Chapter 8

    Tina rolled her eyes. “WHAT DO YOU THINK? THE BABY. IT’S COMING RIGHT NOW.”

    “He’s crowning!” Dr Wilson exclaimed. “This is it. Now Tina, when I tell you to push, push and don’t stop!”

    “I don’t want to,” Tina whimpered, anticipating the agony. “Babe, help me!”

    “I would take your place if I could,” Bette whispered urgently.

    “No you would NOT!” Tina hissed back. “Don’t LIE to me, Bette.”

    “Tina!” Dr Wilson’s voice was full of authority, bringing her back to the situation at hand. Tina would have preferred to bicker with Bette instead of facing this misery. “Listen to me and do as I say. Remember your breathing and PUSH. Push now!”

    So Tina pushed, but she was so tired. How long was this going to go on? She tried to find her reserves, to get the labor equivalent of the second wind that runners had, and finish this once and for all. It didn’t work. She sagged against Bette. “I can’t,” she sobbed.

    “Tina you have to! It’s almost over.” Bette wrapped a steady arm around Tina’s shoulders and braced her up, squeezing Tina’s other hand. “Come on, baby.”

    Another contraction. Her body wanted it over with too, apparently.

    “PUSH, Tina. Come on! Big push!”

    Tina squeezed Bette’s hand in a death grip that probably should have broken her fingers. She pushed with all her might, exhaling at the same time, letting out a long, animalistic wail of agony and effort.

    “One more, Tina! Big push now, everything you’ve got!”

    Tina pushed. She felt her body being stretched to unnatural proportions. She heard her own humiliating grunting. She tried to breathe as she had been taught in those ridiculous Lamaze classes. She briefly wondered how Katie Holmes had managed to do this silently. She was conscious of Bette beside her saying something, her voice sharp and excited. A nurse was on her other side, coaching. Dr. Wilson was looking up from between her legs at Tina and back down, saying something her mind didn’t register. Everything seemed distant and removed because most of her being was centered on what was happening in her vagina. She wanted to laugh and cry. She was having her baby, right now, this was really happening. After all the anticipation and this current and unbearable pain, she could feel him passing from her and into life. She pushed.

    Comments

    1. Baby Ethan has made his presence know to the world and in a safe manner. Finally, we are getting to see someone from Tina’s side of the family come to her. I love Ethan’s name and am happy that the birth went smoothly.

    2. all caught up… loved this… i could see them all in alice’s car… and helena was cracking me up… loved this chapter… and now i can’t wait to see where things go from here… PPS

    3. Where have you been all my life. That was the truly the best ff I’ve read in a long, long time. You’ve got labor and delivery down perfectly. All that Tina went through and all that grumpiness is EXACTLY how it is. Did you just have a baby> Bette and Tina’s interactions seemed so real and so delightful. And you write so well.A very grateful reader. Thank you.

    4. wow, that was like a trip down memory lane for me…especially tina getting all shitty with bette during the birth and not wanting to push…hilarious!!! and the wanting to get out of the hospital asap; i did what tina did pushed them to let me go…funny bette falling over but sad the camera broke…and i’m watching an old movie, ‘Breakfast in Hollywood’, hilarious stuff. loving the story, pps.

    5. Whew, you scared me with the summary, omalley. I was wary as I clicked on each page, fearing another unexpected tough dramatic test for Tina & Bette. Thank God it was just the long, agonizing birthing process! Tina’s still testy but she and Bette really seem happy and content, for a change. Thank you for this 25-page gem, omalley! Please don’t stay away too long again. :>

    6. This was *brilliant*. I loved the whole thing, from the Planet to the hospital (loved that labor scene) to the end and Aunt Leslie’s sage advice. You got some of everything in here, and I love the humor. Thanks so much for the post, I loved it. Post soon!

    7. I so hope this is not the end. I love how you write B&T. Their dialog is so realistic. I loved Tina’s behavior during the birth–poor Bette couldn’t catch a break :). Thanks for the post, hope to see you soon.

    8. Bringing up the rear…the wait was more than worth it! Had to read in shifts since I kept getting interrupted. I could visualize everything you wrote–the tone, the expressions. All the characters are true to form. And we finally meet a member of Tina’s family and get an explanation about her folks! This was soo good! Don’t let the length lull you into thinking you can take a break from posting! Ethan…sweet!

    9. All the while reading I was smiling and holding back tears, so well written and enjoyable.

      “Helena, what are you doing?”
      Helena looked up, guiltily. “I was looking for my nail file. It’s the sharpest thing I have.”
      Tina stared at her.
      “You know… to cut the umbilical cord with.”
      Oh, hell no. Tina smiled at Helena. “Helena? If you don’t stop what you’re doing right now, I’ll take my own nail file, and stab you with it.”

      Hahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahaahahhaahahahah rotflmao

    Leave a Reply