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Tina saw the play of emotions across the brunette’s face, and she knew what this moment meant to the brunette, to their family, to her. She loved Bette more than she thought possible just then. Loved her for her tenacity and for her vulnerability and for her tireless commitment to loving their family, loving her.
Even when it got hard.
The last nine months with Pregnant Bette had been so wonderful, pregnancy making the brunette softer, completely at peace with the changes to her body and so excited about the addition to their family that she took on an almost dream like approach to her day. Her work shifted to lectures and artist dinners, the shows spread out to quarterly events while Bette focused on being home more and taking care of herself. While there were days when her temper was short and her body ached, most of the time Bette was fully invested in enjoying every this pivotal time in their life.
“Here’s it is….” Dr. Wilson warned quietly, looking at the monitor and looking down at the emerging newborn.
Bette glanced at Tina and took a deep breath; she was ready. “One more big push, I can see her head…” Dr. Wilson advised, and Bette touched her chin to her chest to bear down, Tina holding one leg as the brunette gave it her all, groaning.
Charlotte “Lottie” Rose Kennard-Porter was born a glorious minute later and their family would never be the same. Ten pounds three ounces with a full head of curly, unmanageable hair and skin the color of a newborn fawn. It was love at first sight. She made a statement even at birth… feisty, spirited, squalling her displeasure at whoever dared interrupt her peaceful existence in the warmth and comfort of her mother’s womb.
Tina cut the cord and Bette sobbed, the baby so beautiful, Tina so beautiful, the moment so beautiful, and the world a bright, shiny place full of possibilities. Perfection. It was with burry vision that she watched the nurse clean her newborn’s face and with shaking hands that she reached to hold her daughter for the first time. Lottie was loud, red faced, and crying but Bette fell instantly in love. She could barely believe her life, she had everything she ever wanted, and Charlotte was the final missing piece.