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    Neverland Lost

    Tina skipped into the house, excited.  Humming to a tune that was in her head, but she was sure she was massacring, Tina called out to Bette.  “Bette,”  she called again as she poked her head around the door of the bedroom immediately seeing Bette sitting on the side of the bed, head in hands and a bag by her feet.

    “Babe,” Tina called, carefully walking to the side of the bed and perching beside her.  “What’s wrong?”

    Bette laughed mirthlessly, the question physically hurt.  Like it hurt her that Tina went away for the weekend not thinking about how staying in this house, with the toys they had bought, the crib they had set up.  With the books that she got That Day.  She had lost a lot of people in her life, but never did one cut as deep as it did when she lost their son.  Her Son.

    Resting her hand on the small of Bette’s back, Tina waited.  There wasn’t anything else she could do until Bette talked, but at least she could offer some comfort.  If what she was doing was comfort at all.

    Bette took a breath and let it out, her shoulders slumping.  “I’m sorry.”  She whispered, tears catching her voice in a way that was horribly alien to her.

    Kissing Bette on the cheek, Tina gently eased Bette down on the bed.  Sidling up to the reclining woman she took her into her arms.  “Bette?”

    “I broke it.”  The brunette said shaking her head, effectively obscuring half of her face.  “I didn’t mean too.”  She continued, as if she was talking to herself.  That the words were a part of an internal conversation that is accidentally being voiced.

    Tina brushed the hair out of Bette’s eyes, curling a ringlet around her finger for a moment.  Two.  “Broke what?”

    Bette couldn’t meet Tina’s eyes, she gazed at her knuckles; bloody and bruised.  “Everything,” Bette choked out hoarsely.  “Everything.”

    “Babe.”  Tina cried, her arms tightening around Bette’s stomach.  “What happened?”

    Bette breathed, a small sob breaking free.  “I broke it.”  She repeated, willing Tina to understand.  Rubbing her fingers over her grazed knuckles she basked in the sharp pain, a momentary distraction from everything else.

    Tina put her lips to Bette forehead, “then we’ll have to put it back together.”  Kissing her again, she rested reached for Bette’s hands, noticing for the first time the cuts and bruises.  “What happened?”  She asked again, more sharply then intended.

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    Comments

    1. That was so very heartbreaking and I hope you will continue it for a few chapters. If not then it gave us a little insight into the magnitude of hurt that Bette and Tina suffered after the miscarriage and what could have happened to them. Hope this could have led to them talking and Bette NOT having the affair. Thanks for sharing.

    2. That was so very heartbreaking and I hope you will continue it for a few chapters. If not then it gave us a little insight into the magnitude of hurt that Bette and Tina suffered after the miscarriage and what could have happened to them. Hope this could have led to them talking and Bette NOT having the affair. Thanks for sharing.

    3. Hi dear sweet Deean! Oh my Gosh! This was very sad indeed. In our opinion the way Bette destroyed the baby’s room clearly reflected all the pent up feelings she was keeping inside. It was shattered like her heart. In the case of Tina, her unawareness about Bette’s inner turmoil only speaks of how she has been focused on her own pain. She forgot that Bette also felt like a mother. As for Kit, she is only watching the scenes behind a fence, not really wanting to get involved. Hmm Interesting one shot story, dear friend. Thanks for sharing it with us. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lu & Marsh (Proud Salsa Aunties to the loving JC, Eunichick, ZLFAN, T_Daze, Melrose231 and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)

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