Laurel Grace Porter-Kennard made her entrance into the world in record time.  Grace was the only way they could describe her birth and it became her middle name.  She slipped from Bette into Tina’s waiting hands.  She did not cry.  She stretched and wrinkled her nose.   

Tina was stunned.  She had a daughter.  She fathered a daughter.  Laurel was perfect.  She examined every finger and toe as she helped to wash her and clean her before placing her in Bette’s arms.  Bette was tired but relaxed.  There was a moment of anxiety which quickly dissipated once she felt Laurel truly leave her body. 

“Is everything ok?” She asked anxiously, leaning down to look at Tina who held their babe in her hands. 

“Everything is fine” Tina reassured her.  Tina’s breath caught as hazel eyes a mirror of her own opened and regarded her for a second before closing again.  There was no way that Tina could deny this was her child, her and Bette’s child.  She was an amazing combination of the two of them.  She thought it incredible how much like Bette Angie was.  Laurel was even more so.

Tina eased beside Bette and rested Laurel on her chest.  Laurel already seeking began to attempt to suckle.  Bette gave her a breast and Tina thought she would die on the spot.  Every cliché she could think of couldn’t cover the amazing beauty of her wife nursing their infant daughter.  Tina met Bette’s eyes with a shimmer of joyful tears. 

Bette looked down and Laurel opened her eyes again and it was Bette’s turn to gasp.  “I am in so much trouble.”  

“I think we are even now” Tina chuckled.  It was a running joke between them that all Angelica had to do was flash her Porter smile and Tina melted more often than not.  She couldn’t help but smirk as she saw Bette react to Laurel’s eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so we can introduce Laurel to the rest of her family.”

Crystal instructed Tina carefully in cleaning both mother and child as Tina did not seem to appreciate her touching her wife.  As long as everything was okay she saw no reason to challenge her.  Kit eased quietly into the room as she had done numerous times of the last eight hours and caught sight of Laurel asleep on Bette’s exposed breast. 

Kit prevailed and called the gang against Tina’s wishes.  Tina’s nose was out of joint since the night they had all come together for dinner at The Planet and she understood that each and every so called friend of theirs was lusting after her wife. The only person who Bette did not affect was Kit so she became the natural go between. 

“She’s here” Kit grasped her own face in wonder as she looked at her baby sister with her newborn on her breast.  She swallowed the large lump which had formed in her throat.  She approached the trio slowly taking in mothers and daughter.  Her eyes fixed on the child asleep at her mother’s breast.  Tina proudly made the introduction. 

“Kit, meet your newest niece, Laurel Grace.”

“How do you do Ms. Laurel.”  Kit tore her gaze from Laurel for a minute.  She fingered the riot of curls and was reminded of another brunette at birth.  “You had just as much hair when you were born.” Kit remarked quietly meeting Bette’s eyes.  “Daddy would have a hard time with this one.”