Father Figure (4/?)
anonymous
April 1 2009, 06:54:26 UTC
“Francis?” Matthew slows down and calls out to his father figure; Francis looks up and grins. He reaches over when Matthew comes within arm’s length to pat him on the back.
“Ah, here comes le fier papa!” he laughs, and before Matthew has a chance to say anything else he’s pulled into the room by the arm, coming face-to-face with his girlfriend and Arthur.
“Alice, sweetie, you’re doing all right? Remember, you have to breathe correctly, or else this is going to be a lot harder….”
“Daddy, will you relax? I already practiced this all with…Matthew!”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Matthew says, but his gaze is focused on Arthur, whose eyes are narrowed laser-thin in his direction. (He’s either smiling or baring his teeth. Matthew can’t decide which.)
“Alice and I tried to sneak in some Chardonnay for cette joyeuse occasion, but le killjoy found out.” Francis adds a glare aimed right at Arthur to his statement.
“Francis, this is a maternity ward, not a bloody pub! I mean, really, do you want your daughter-in-law to get kicked out of here because you brought in a bottle of fuc -”
“Ah - ow ow owowowowow.” Alice hisses, lets her breath out in pained little rushes of air.
Matthew pushes Francis’ arm off his shoulder and is at Alice’s other side in a minute, gripping her hand tightly. “Breathe, Alice, just like we practiced, good.” He runs his other hand through her cropped golden hair. He hopes she can’t feel his shaking.
“Matthew, you are not helping her with your nattering. Give her room,” Arthur snaps back as Alice’s breathing evens out. “Alice, darling, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
Alice winces a little and grunts, but she manages to open one eye and give Arthur a grin. “Would you mind taking Francis and leaving the room, Daddy?”
Arthur’s smile falters. “A-are you sure?”
“Daddy, I love you, but I think I’m getting to the point where Matthew’s vital regions are in danger, and I don’t want you seeing my violent side.”
Wait. What. Matthew gets about a second of coherent sputtering. “A-Alice, don’t you think that’s a little bit -”
“Fine by me,” Arthur says, standing. (Matthew thinks the bastard looks far too smug for his own good, and he wishes that look wasn’t aimed at him.) “Francis, let’s go get a burger or something.”
“Sounds good.” Francis’ hand on his shoulder is sympathetic and entirely unwelcome. “Mes excuses, Mattieu,” he murmurs in his ear. “You shall be remembered and missed.”
“Gee thanks,” he mutters to himself, not watching as Francis joins Arthur’s side and leaves the room. He and Alice sit in silence, looking at one another with awkward gazes.
It’s not until he hears the door click shut behind him that Matthew starts speaking. “A-A-Alice I know that this is my fault and I’m really really sorry but I happen to like my penis and I like to think you do too so please don’t -”
He’s cut short as she collapses against the pillow, puts one hand to her face, and laughs.
“Oh, th-thank God,” she manages to stutter when she can breathe again. “Thanks so much, Matt, I didn’t think the two of them would ever leave.”
Matthew blinks. “So…wait, I….”
“I let you screw me on a regular basis, Matt. Hell, I let you do this to me,” she says, gesturing to her shifting belly. “I like your dick, too, I’m not about to tear it off.”
Matthew blinks. “Oh. …Oh, okay, that’s good.” He thinks a little bit more. “Wait, then why did you want them out of the room?”
“Because they’re panicking and it’s driving me nuts,” Alice says, putting a hand to her head and rubbing at one of her temples. “Their nerves and talking to me made me tense.” She plops her head back against the pillow and sighs. “I’d rather have you here with me, Matt,” she says. “I know you won’t fly off the handle.”
Matthew almost squeezes his eyes shut against the images assaulting his mind.
Alice’s blue eyes going glassy, bleeding her life out through a hemorrhage.
Bacteria infecting the tears in her vagina, poisoning her body and blood until it was too late.
Alice, looking at her own child and sobbing, but not the happy sobbing, and shoving it away and saying take it away, take it away I don’t want -
“Ah, here comes le fier papa!” he laughs, and before Matthew has a chance to say anything else he’s pulled into the room by the arm, coming face-to-face with his girlfriend and Arthur.
“Alice, sweetie, you’re doing all right? Remember, you have to breathe correctly, or else this is going to be a lot harder….”
“Daddy, will you relax? I already practiced this all with…Matthew!”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Matthew says, but his gaze is focused on Arthur, whose eyes are narrowed laser-thin in his direction. (He’s either smiling or baring his teeth. Matthew can’t decide which.)
“Alice and I tried to sneak in some Chardonnay for cette joyeuse occasion, but le killjoy found out.” Francis adds a glare aimed right at Arthur to his statement.
“Francis, this is a maternity ward, not a bloody pub! I mean, really, do you want your daughter-in-law to get kicked out of here because you brought in a bottle of fuc -”
“Ah - ow ow owowowowow.” Alice hisses, lets her breath out in pained little rushes of air.
Matthew pushes Francis’ arm off his shoulder and is at Alice’s other side in a minute, gripping her hand tightly. “Breathe, Alice, just like we practiced, good.” He runs his other hand through her cropped golden hair. He hopes she can’t feel his shaking.
“Matthew, you are not helping her with your nattering. Give her room,” Arthur snaps back as Alice’s breathing evens out. “Alice, darling, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
Alice winces a little and grunts, but she manages to open one eye and give Arthur a grin. “Would you mind taking Francis and leaving the room, Daddy?”
Arthur’s smile falters. “A-are you sure?”
“Daddy, I love you, but I think I’m getting to the point where Matthew’s vital regions are in danger, and I don’t want you seeing my violent side.”
Wait. What. Matthew gets about a second of coherent sputtering. “A-Alice, don’t you think that’s a little bit -”
“Fine by me,” Arthur says, standing. (Matthew thinks the bastard looks far too smug for his own good, and he wishes that look wasn’t aimed at him.) “Francis, let’s go get a burger or something.”
“Sounds good.” Francis’ hand on his shoulder is sympathetic and entirely unwelcome. “Mes excuses, Mattieu,” he murmurs in his ear. “You shall be remembered and missed.”
“Gee thanks,” he mutters to himself, not watching as Francis joins Arthur’s side and leaves the room. He and Alice sit in silence, looking at one another with awkward gazes.
It’s not until he hears the door click shut behind him that Matthew starts speaking. “A-A-Alice I know that this is my fault and I’m really really sorry but I happen to like my penis and I like to think you do too so please don’t -”
He’s cut short as she collapses against the pillow, puts one hand to her face, and laughs.
“Oh, th-thank God,” she manages to stutter when she can breathe again. “Thanks so much, Matt, I didn’t think the two of them would ever leave.”
Matthew blinks. “So…wait, I….”
“I let you screw me on a regular basis, Matt. Hell, I let you do this to me,” she says, gesturing to her shifting belly. “I like your dick, too, I’m not about to tear it off.”
Matthew blinks. “Oh. …Oh, okay, that’s good.” He thinks a little bit more. “Wait, then why did you want them out of the room?”
“Because they’re panicking and it’s driving me nuts,” Alice says, putting a hand to her head and rubbing at one of her temples. “Their nerves and talking to me made me tense.” She plops her head back against the pillow and sighs. “I’d rather have you here with me, Matt,” she says. “I know you won’t fly off the handle.”
Matthew almost squeezes his eyes shut against the images assaulting his mind.
Alice’s blue eyes going glassy, bleeding her life out through a hemorrhage.
Bacteria infecting the tears in her vagina, poisoning her body and blood until it was too late.
Alice, looking at her own child and sobbing, but not the happy sobbing, and shoving it away and saying take it away, take it away I don’t want -
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can't wait for more.
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Anon, this warms my heart like a hot water bottle or a strategically placed cat.
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More anon, more!!
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