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    If It Comes Back

    “Even if she does look a bit like Porter,” Alice continued, not noticing her friend’s reaction.

    The noises at the bassinette had changed from a contented gurgling to a more purposeful fussing. It was a sound that Tina was already beginning to identify, and she started adjusting the pillows around herself so that she could get to a comfortable position on her side. “Bette?”

    Expecting the request, Bette carefully picked up Angelica and brought her over to the bed, where she helped Tina get the baby situated for nursing.

    Alice watched in awe as Tina opened her gown and helped Angelica to latch on to her breast. “Wow, those are for more than just decoration.”

    This earned another look from Bette.

    “Not that I’ve noticed how ginormous they’d become, or anything like that.” Alice continued, her voice getting lower while their speed increased. “Or how much she’s really reminding me of Porter now.”

    The final comment earned a glare from Bette.

    “Maybe I should go check on something back at home, or something.” Alice motioned towards the door.

    “Wait a second, Al.”

    Bette made sure the control to call the nurse was situated where Tina could easily reach it, and then gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to walk Alice out.”

    Tina gave a weary nod. “Bye, Al.”

    The two women were quiet until they got to the parking lot. Alice remained tense, and she stayed a short distance from Bette.

    “So, Tina’s staying here?”

    “For a few days. Until Doctor Wilson gives her a pass to go home.”

    “And then she goes?”

    Bette’s smile broadened. “Home.”

    “Which is?” Alice asked the question with some amount of trepidation, not sure where Bette and Tina stood on everything.

    “Home, Alice. Our home.”

    “Really?” Alice bit her bottom lip, waiting for any response from Bette. She got a tiny nod. “Really!” she repeated. She grabbed the other woman in a huge hug, which was returned with uncharacteristic openness.

    “How’d you pull that off?” Alice asked, finally releasing her friend.

    “It was her choice.”

    “So, after all of this, you two.”

    Bette’s smile dimmed. “We’re taking it a day at a time.”

    “But,” Alice took hold of Bette’s hand, “it’s just you and her, right?”

    “And Angelica.”

    Alice noted how quickly Bette’s mood brightened with the mention of her daughter.

    “Wow. You did it, Porter.”

    Bette nodded. “I guess I did.”

    After Alice drove off, Bette headed back to the room, picking up speed in her gait until she reached the room.

    She entered quietly. The room was so still she could hear the sound of Angelica, sucking contentedly. Tina was so quiet Bette thought she might have fallen asleep, until her soft brown eyes opened, capturing Bette in a warm gaze.

    “What are you thinking?” Tina asked.

    Bette was so moved by the sight of Tina and their daughter that the lump in her throat silenced her voice. She just shook her head as a tear fell.

    The gravity of this moment had struck. Bette knew that she, like Tina, had truly returned home.

    (the end)

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    Comments

    1. Awwww P that was so sweet. Why the hell can the writers for the show hire you. And where have you been? I’ve missed your story. OK going to bed happy now. Night.

    2. Wow Jwet that was wonderful. Please, I agree with Jo, take them one day at a tyme — Please, Please, pretty Please (on knees begging ;).

      “The gravity of this moment had struck. Bette knew that she, like Tina, had truly returned home.” — Simply exquisite!

    3. Alice had me laughing so hard I think I woke up my neighbors, then you brought in the sweet and touching with such a tender touch. Nicely done. Thank you for the ‘moment’.

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