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“I didn’t see our baby Bette. At least not the one we lost; it wasn’t him that I saw…” Tina spoke quietly, reverently. Bette had to lean in to hear her words, Tina’s mouth now against her wife’s ear as she spoke.
“I saw a new baby, Sweetheart. One expecting to be found. One patiently waiting to be conceived…”
Bette sat back in the tub to look at Tina, absolutely stunned. It was rare that Bette Porter was at a loss for words, but she was speechless now. She shifted in the tub, unintentionally creating some distance between them.
She blinked. Her eyes searched Tina’s, her hands still. Her mind processing, whirling.
“Breathe Bette. Breathe Honey, that’s it…”
And Bette did.
Letting go of air she didn’t realize she had been holding….but she still could not speak, her mind working overload as she flashed back to the first pregnancy, the joy of finding Tina was pregnant then the crushing pressure and ultimate failure on her part to provide, the inability to keep Tina safe and secure in their home.
Her defeat at the hands of Fertility and Fate.
Her life, her love slipping through her fingers like sand in an hourglass.
And the hurt. The aching in her heart.
The growing distance between them.
The long hours at work to avoid being home.
The fighting. The constant bickering, nagging and disconnect.
The tears. Oh, the tears. Enough to fill the deepest reservoir.
She blinked again, this time her eyelashes becoming wet as fresh tears came unbidden to her eyes, tears of surprise, of shock, of sudden realization. Sad tears, confused and hurting. She realized she was afraid, terribly and suddenly afraid… her heartbeat thundering in her ears, as she was overwhelmed with the need to seek comfort, security, reassurance.
Lowering her head to Tina’s shoulder, she turned so that her forehead and the bridge of her nose tucked neatly in the crook of Tina’s neck, her tears now running down Tina’s collarbone, where they dripped off her nipple into the water below.
Tina’s arms came immediately up to surround her wife, pulling her towards her, closing the distance so that their breasts met and came together, their heartbeats joined once again and the warmth of their bodies merging.