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When It All Became 8.5
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I vaguely hear Tina speaking, but the words don’t register. Something about sleep. I’m so close, I reach a hand out towards her.
"Our baby." I whisper the words. And she slaps my hand away. "My baby, Bette. There is no ‘our.’" Damn it! She can’t deny me this. Not now. Not after everything.
She must understand! I put my other hand against the wall so she’ll stay, and she’ll listen, and she’ll understand. She must accept the truth. "Our baby, Tina. That’s our baby."
"You made it clear what you wanted when you went sneaking around, Bette." I knew that was coming. As if this was all my fault.
"I never said I didn’t want our family, Tina." I told her. I told her that night, I wanted our family. And she’d done it. She didn’t tell me, but she’d already done it.
"Not with words." Her tone mocks me, tosses my weakness back in my face.
Damn it! She’s right here. So close. How can she keep this distance when we’re so close?
"How many others, Bette. How many were there."
I try not to react. There were no others. I can see by the flash in her eyes that my body has betrayed me. There were never others. There was just *****. Why can’t she understand that? It was just *****.
"And you accuse me, when I’ve done nothing. Yet." I think of New York, the hotel room after the Starlight. But this time, I’m watching from the outside. I see Tina, but behind her is not me. Behind her is Helena ***** Peabody. Snapping Tina’s head back as she ***** her, taking her as if she means nothing.
That can’t happen. That can’t ever happen. Tina needs to feel my love. If she can just feel my love.
I can’t believe my mouth is on hers. I’m kissing Tina. God! How I’ve missed this. The taste of her. The smell of her. The swell of her abdomen from the baby. It’s the most intoxicating mixture I’ve had all night.
I press myself closer, mindful of her, mindful of our baby. But I can’t get enough. I can’t get close enough. I can’t have enough. She’s speaking again, telling me no, but she doesn’t mean it, I know she doesn’t. She feels so good. All of her. All the small, amazing changes to the body I knew so well. So many new things to learn, new areas to explore. New areas we’ll explore.
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No this isn’t over and now it time to fight and win Tina back. This is so emotion and amazing chapter, please post soon the next one. Thank you!
Thank you to all who have commented. I truly treasure all comments.
Wayout – please do NOT apologize for what you wrote here, or in the other story. This story is meant to be unsettling. It’s not particularly flattering to Bette. I did write it to be “provocative” (so to speak).
For those seeking more, this was intended as a one-off (two-off?) what if. Well, part 8 was. Part 8.5 occurred because I thought more did need to be said.
Again, Thank you all (and I hope some of you see this comment.)
I certanly hope this isn’t ove. please post more. :D
Great writing, you have described their thoughts so well, powerful stuff. I like the different POVs. Please post more of this.
WOW that was an amazingly different POV. Your writing is just brilliant,please post soon.
Very nice read…Bette..coming to her senses….Please post soon…:)
Good writing..please more.
Fantastic!! This line is perfect: “I love her so much. How can I love her so wrong?” Excellent. I do feel a fool for my comments on the previous chapter, but I guess that’s the idea of looking at life from different points of view. You definitely posted in the right order, too. These stories are so good. Thank you!