MOMMY ISSUES | Tamber

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The sun peeked over the horizon, bathing the modest apartment complex in a soft, golden glow. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint sounds of a bustling city slowly awakening.

Inside Amber's cozy apartment, sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, illuminating the rumpled bed linens in a warm, inviting glow. Tangled amidst the sheets, Tara stirred drowsily, her eyes fluttering open. But the serenity of the moment was shattered as she abruptly bolted upright, a hand pressed urgently to her mouth.

Clambering from the tangle of bedding, Tara dashed towards the en suite bathroom, leaving a confused and concerned Amber rousing with a disoriented frown. The sound of violent retching from the other room snapped Amber into full alertness, and she scrambled from the bed, pillowcase creases etched into her cheek from restless slumber.

"Tara...?" Amber called out, her voice laced with worry as she hurried towards the bathroom.

Time seemed to slow as Tara emerged, pale and shaky, into the living room where Amber hovered anxiously. Amber's forehead creased with concern as she took in her wife's wane countenance.

"That's it - we're going to see a doctor," Amber declared, her tone brooking no argument. "This is the third morning in a row you've been violently ill."

Tara attempted a wan smile, but the effort seemed to drain her further. "I'm okay, really - probably just the flu or a bad batch of--"

Amber cut her off with a stern look, crossing her arms resolutely. Tara wilted slightly in acquiescence, too depleted to rally like she might have once against Amber's stubborn determination.

"Okay, okay," Tara conceded with a little sigh. "Let me just shower and change."

The journey to the hospital was shrouded in a weighted silence, the gravity of the situation palpable in the air. When Tara finally emerged from the medical facility, Amber was at her side, an arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. Tara cradled a small paper sack bearing the hospital's logo, her fingers fidgeting anxiously as they paused on the sidewalk.

Taking a deep breath, Tara retrieved a folded paper from the sack and unfurled it, her eyes skimming the contents with a profound sense of astonishment. When she lifted her gaze to Amber, her eyes were overbright with emotion.

"Amber..." Tara breathed, her voice hushed with awe. "I'm pregnant."

A weighted stillness balloons between them, wrapping the profound revelation in its gravitas. Amber's own breath hitched, as if she'd been doused in ice water, her features cycling through a kaleidoscope of emotion - disbelief, trepidation, wonder - before finally settling into one of rapturous elation.

Reaching out, Amber cupped Tara's cheek with boundless reverence, leaning their brows together as they simply breathed the same consecrated air.

"My love..." Amber whispered, her words failing to capture the sheer enormity of the moment. "You're carrying our baby. Our beautiful..."

The noisy bustle of the street faded away as they clung together, their world remade anew with the catharsis and revelation blooming like the first blush of spring - and at its heart, the seeds of a precious new love taking radiant root.

-

The city streets were hushed, blanketed in the velvet hush of night. Only the muted rumble of distant traffic and the plaintive call of a lone siren pierced the stillness as Sam stalked resolutely through the shadowed lanes.

Her steps held a tightly coiled urgency, pulse quickening with each stride. Mind racing, she barely registered the chill bite of the air, single-minded in her determination to reach her destination.

When the modest apartment complex finally came into view, Sam paused, gaze sweeping the darkened facade as a maelstrom of emotion roiled within. Jaw clenching, she surged forward, boots crunching against the scattering of frost-rimed leaves.

Amber answered the frantic knocking, brow furrowed in bewilderment at the unexpected late-night visitor. But before she could speak, Sam was barreling past her, wild-eyed and vibrating with raw fury.

"Where is she?" Sam demanded, voice low and dangerous. "Where's Tara?"

Amber recoiled, taken aback by the sheer vitriol lacing Sam's words. "I--I don't understand. What's going on?"

Sam's eyes narrowed to glinting slits, a muscle in her jaw ticking as she loomed over the other woman. "Don't play dumb with me. I know she's here. Now tell me where the hell she is before I--"

"Sam?"

Tara's tentative call drifted from the hallway, and both women whirled to see her framed in the bedroom doorway, expression etched with wariness.

At the sight of her, Sam's composure crumbled, features twisting in a visceral display of anguish and betrayal.

"How could you do this to me, Tara?" she spat, voice thick with tears. "After everything, how could you--"

Tara's eyes widened with dawning comprehension, hand drifting instinctively to her still-flat abdomen. "Sam, please, let me explain--"

But Sam was already retreating, shaking her head in ragged denial. "No. I'm done. I'm done with you and your...your mistake."

Whirling, she shouldered past Amber and fled into the night, the echo of her ragged sobs lingering like an accusation.

Tara stared after her, features crumpling as the weight of her choice settled crushingly upon her. Amber gathered her into a fierce embrace, offering what solace she could as Tara's muffled sobs rent the stillness.

Outside, the first fat flakes of snow began to fall, blanketing the world in a mantle of pristine white. But within the apartment, the air remained thick with the chill of Sam's devastating betrayal -- a bitter harbinger of the storms yet to come.

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