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“I was dizzy when I stood up.”
Bette looked at her wife, contemplating her words, trying not to worry about the dizziness. Having a pregnant wife was challenging at the best of times, and Bette knew she was no match for unpredictable hormones. But she could help make Tina comfortable, she could help with how she felt, those were things she could control.
“That’s it. You know what this calls for?” Bette was mobilized now, ready to knock over any barrier that stood between her wife and complete happiness. Any. Barrier.
“What?” Tina asked, one hand on her belly over the sheet as she watched her beautiful, naked, charming lover quickly position pillows behind her aching back and under her knees, taking the weight off her hips. She felt immediately better, cocooned in softness. She sighed as Bette adjusted the blankets, finishing to cup one cheek with a gentle hand.
“A breakfast panini. Eggs, tomato, spinach…” she waited to gauge Tina’s reaction, and, seeing interest, continued… “with a hint of… feta. Good, right? I will make you one and you tell me all about what Baby Porter is doing in that perfect belly of yours, ok?”
Tina sighed, her earlier irritability no match for the nurturing and attention of Bette, her cranky thoughts slowly being replaced with gratitude. She nodded slowly as Bette happily kissed her forehead then stood, stretched, and went to the bathroom, her body utter perfection in the soft light.
“You look good Bette” Tina tossed after her, Bette smiling at her over her shoulder.
Now dressed in a black tank top and joggers, Bette went to work in the kitchen, listening as Tina described their baby, now the size of a mango. It amazed Bette to hear of tiny lungs developing, their baby gaining weight, a real live person growing inside her wife, sucking her thumb even. Her baby. Their baby. Rosie would have a sister and they would have an infant, a family. It was almost too much goodness to contemplate.
Making sure Tina had coffee and was still comfortable, she cracked several eggs in a pan and threw out a question or two, listening to the answers from Tina, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. It was endearing, Bette barefoot in the kitchen, gamely trying to turn a grumpy morning into something magical and Tina felt her heart swell with love, marveling at her wife.