"Pregnant Pause," By Liayso, PG
Title: Pregnant Pause
Author: liayso
Pairing/Characters: Michael/Sara, Lincoln, Evie(Original Character!)
Category: Het, Gen, Humor, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of the Art Project Series. Lincoln is baby-sitting Evie, but all she wants to know is how babies are made.
Evie drank happily from her plastic cup filled with orange juice. It was a bright and sunny morning with the birds chirping outside in the trees and the bees buzzing around the flowers. Her father stood at the stove frying an omelet for breakfast, adding various ingredients not usually found in an omelet. He told Evie that he was trying one of her uncle’s recipes. The five-year old heard footsteps and looked up to see Sara enter the room.
“Morning Mommy!” Evie said cheerfully.
Sara gave her daughter a weak smile and slowly sat at the table in the chair across from her. Evie, being very observant for her age (no doubt something she inherited from her father), saw that her mother looked rather pale this morning. She was about to ask her mommy if she was okay when Michael dropped the omelet on the table in front of them, proclaiming “Breakfast’s ready!”
Sara took one look at the omelet and became sick. She lurched forward, clamped her hand over her mouth and scrambled out of her chair, toppling it over and rushing to the bathroom.
Michael and Evie exchanged worried glances.
---
“Sara?” Michael asked as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Evie was behind one of his tall legs, peeking from the back of his knee.
Sara sat, hunched over the porcelain toilet bowl and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, having just retched into the toilet. “I’m okay,” she told him.
Michael turned and kneeled down to his daughter, lightly grasping her shoulder with his hand. “Evie, how about you go back and finish breakfast?”
“But Mommy-”
“Mommy will be okay. I’ll take care of her,” Michael assured his daughter.
Evie glanced once more at her mother, not entirely convinced, before turning around to head back to the kitchen. Michael went over to his wife and gently rubbed her back.
“Are you…?” Michael asked, the missing word hanging in the air.
Sara gave him a weak smile. “All the symptoms are there, but we should get an appointment to be sure.”
Michael smiled back at her and pulled her to his chest in a sweet embrace… but Sara jerked forward again, emptying the rest of her stomach’s contents into the toilet.
---
Ding. Dong.
Michael opened the front door to see the big burly frame of his older brother. He was going to baby-sit Evie while Michael took Sara to her appointment. Lincoln gave him a brief smile. “Hey Mike.”
Michael let his brother in. “Hey.”
With his hands in his pockets, Lincoln asked, “So… you and Sara are…?”
“Maybe,” Michael said. “We won’t know for sure until after the tests, but I have a strong feeling that we are.” He grinned.
Lincoln returned his grin. He was happy for his brother and his sister-in-law. He looked around. “So where’s my favorite niece?”
“Right here!”
Both Michael and Lincoln looked to see Sara coming down the stairs with Evie just a step behind her. Evie walked with her head bowed down in slight worry.
Lincoln walked right up to them as they reached the bottom step and scooped the five-year old into his thick arms. “Hey there Squirt! You and I are gonna have lots of fun today!”
Evie gave her uncle a sweet but quiet smile in response. Sara kissed her forehead. “You be good for your Uncle Linc, okay Evie?”
Evie nodded. “I will.”
Michael smiled and also kissed his daughter goodbye. “We’ll be back in the afternoon.” He slipped his arm around Sara’s waist, meaning to steady her as she walked.
Sara rolled her eyes at her husband’s overbearing concern for her, but she smiled as well. “Bye you guys!” she said as they walked out the front door.
Lincoln waved his right arm while his left held up his niece. As Sara and Michael drove away in their car, he turned to look at Evie and saw that she wasn’t her usual cheerful self.
“Hey,” Lincoln asked shifting her in his arms, “what’s the matter?”
“Mommy’s sick,” Evie said pouting in concern.
“You’re mommy’s not sick,” Lincoln tried to assure her.
“But she’s been throwing up a lot.”
“Evie, you’re mommy’s throwing up because she’s pregnant,” Lincoln explained.
“Pregnant?” Evie repeated wide eyed. She didn’t know the word.
Lincoln nodded. “Your mommy and daddy are going to have a baby.”
“A baby?”
Lincoln nodded again. He walked over to the couch and set her down on the cushion. She looked up at him as he sat next to her.
“Is that where they went?” she asked, her excitement growing at the thought of a baby, “to get a baby?”
“They went to make sure that they’re having a baby. If they are, then in nine months you’ll have a little baby brother or sister.”
Evie frowned. “Nine months is too long! Why can’t they get the baby now?” she asked.
“Uh, well…” Lincoln stalled trying to come up with answers to Evie’s many questions. “The baby has to be, uh, made and then grow.”
Evie pondered over her uncle’s explanation for a minute.
“How do you make a baby?”
“... … …”
There were few things in Life that made Lincoln Burrows squirm with discomfort. Evie’s question was one of them. There was nothing more silent or more uncomfortable than the pregnant pause that followed after Evelyn’s question. Lincoln searched carefully for the right words to say but nothing came out. How do you explain sex to a five year old? Your brother’s five year old for Christ’s sake!
“Uncle Linc?” Evie poked her uncle with her finger.
He didn’t answer her. So Evie asked again, her curiosity of how babies are made getting the better of her.
“How do you make a baby?”
Lincoln finally shook himself out of his stupor, but only incoherent words came out of his mouth. “Well… uh… first there is… and then…”
“Uncle Linc,” Evie interrupted his rambling, “do you even know how to make a baby?”
Lincoln stopped his ramblings and looked down at his niece, offended. “Of course I do!”
Evie frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t think you do.”
“I’m damn good at making babies! You can just ask your Auntie Jane about it!” Lincoln said, trying to defend his male pride.
He then nearly smacked himself at the ridiculousness of the entire conversation. Was he really talking to his five year old niece about how gratifying he was in bed? Lord, put him back in prison, on death row, for committing the crime of ruining his brother’s daughter’s innocence and child naiveté!
“Then how come you don’t have a baby?” Evie asked, oblivious to the fact that her innocent questions lead to not so innocent answers.
“Eh…” Lincoln began, becoming uncomfortable and squirmy again, “you don’t have to make a baby to be good at making them.”
Evie’s eyes brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “I don’t get it.”
“That’s okay,” Lincoln said, patting the top of her head. He hoped she would drop the subject now.
“But how do you make a baby?”
Apparently Lincoln shouldn’t get his hopes up.
“Evie, um, this is something you should really ask your mommy and daddy.”
“But I want to know now!” Evie said throwing her arms into the air in a whine.
“I’m sorry, Evie, but you really should wait to ask your mommy and daddy,” Lincoln said once again.
“Uncle Linc!” Evie whined, but he stood his ground. Evie then pouted indignantly and crossed her arms. “Fine! I’ll ask Daddy.” She turned away from him. “He’s probably better at making babies than you are,” she mumbled under her breath.
Lincoln’s eyes narrowed in a frown. “There’s no way your daddy’s better than me at making babies.”
Evie stuck her tongue out at him. Lincoln then let out a laugh. He reached over and began tickling his niece’s sides, eliciting a thousand giggles to come out of her mouth.
God help Michael when Evelyn asked him the ‘question.’
---
“We’re back!” Sara called out as she walked through the front door with Michael right behind her. The two of them had smiles on their faces. In about nine months, there will be another addition to their family. Sara is pregnant.
“Mommy!” Evie came rushing towards her mother at full force and hugged her knees.
Sara smiled. Michael came over and scooped his daughter into his arms. “Where’s my greeting, Sweetheart?”
Evie smiled at her father and hugged his neck. “Hi Daddy!”
Lincoln walked towards them, inching his way to the door. “Great! You guys are back! I just remembered that I had some plans with a couple of friends and I really should get going,” he said. He was eager to get out of there before Evie opened her big mouth.
“Okay…” Sara said as Lincoln sped out of the door. She blinked. “That was odd.” Sara turned to her daughter. “Did you do something bad, Evie?”
Evelyn shook her head. She turned to her father. “Daddy, there’s something I wanna ask you.”
“What is it?”
“How do you make a baby?”
“………”
Michael very slowly turned his head to Sara. His face was pale with a “Help me!” expression on it. Sara let out a little chuckle. Lincoln obviously told Evie about her condition before they were even sure of it. She took her daughter from her husband’s arms and gave Michael a silent look that said, “Just let me handle it.”
“Come on Evie. I’ll tell you all about how babies are made,” Sara said with a gentle smile. She didn’t miss the look of relief on her husband’s face and let out another chuckle.
Author: liayso
Pairing/Characters: Michael/Sara, Lincoln, Evie(Original Character!)
Category: Het, Gen, Humor, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Part of the Art Project Series. Lincoln is baby-sitting Evie, but all she wants to know is how babies are made.
Evie drank happily from her plastic cup filled with orange juice. It was a bright and sunny morning with the birds chirping outside in the trees and the bees buzzing around the flowers. Her father stood at the stove frying an omelet for breakfast, adding various ingredients not usually found in an omelet. He told Evie that he was trying one of her uncle’s recipes. The five-year old heard footsteps and looked up to see Sara enter the room.
“Morning Mommy!” Evie said cheerfully.
Sara gave her daughter a weak smile and slowly sat at the table in the chair across from her. Evie, being very observant for her age (no doubt something she inherited from her father), saw that her mother looked rather pale this morning. She was about to ask her mommy if she was okay when Michael dropped the omelet on the table in front of them, proclaiming “Breakfast’s ready!”
Sara took one look at the omelet and became sick. She lurched forward, clamped her hand over her mouth and scrambled out of her chair, toppling it over and rushing to the bathroom.
Michael and Evie exchanged worried glances.
---
“Sara?” Michael asked as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Evie was behind one of his tall legs, peeking from the back of his knee.
Sara sat, hunched over the porcelain toilet bowl and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, having just retched into the toilet. “I’m okay,” she told him.
Michael turned and kneeled down to his daughter, lightly grasping her shoulder with his hand. “Evie, how about you go back and finish breakfast?”
“But Mommy-”
“Mommy will be okay. I’ll take care of her,” Michael assured his daughter.
Evie glanced once more at her mother, not entirely convinced, before turning around to head back to the kitchen. Michael went over to his wife and gently rubbed her back.
“Are you…?” Michael asked, the missing word hanging in the air.
Sara gave him a weak smile. “All the symptoms are there, but we should get an appointment to be sure.”
Michael smiled back at her and pulled her to his chest in a sweet embrace… but Sara jerked forward again, emptying the rest of her stomach’s contents into the toilet.
---
Ding. Dong.
Michael opened the front door to see the big burly frame of his older brother. He was going to baby-sit Evie while Michael took Sara to her appointment. Lincoln gave him a brief smile. “Hey Mike.”
Michael let his brother in. “Hey.”
With his hands in his pockets, Lincoln asked, “So… you and Sara are…?”
“Maybe,” Michael said. “We won’t know for sure until after the tests, but I have a strong feeling that we are.” He grinned.
Lincoln returned his grin. He was happy for his brother and his sister-in-law. He looked around. “So where’s my favorite niece?”
“Right here!”
Both Michael and Lincoln looked to see Sara coming down the stairs with Evie just a step behind her. Evie walked with her head bowed down in slight worry.
Lincoln walked right up to them as they reached the bottom step and scooped the five-year old into his thick arms. “Hey there Squirt! You and I are gonna have lots of fun today!”
Evie gave her uncle a sweet but quiet smile in response. Sara kissed her forehead. “You be good for your Uncle Linc, okay Evie?”
Evie nodded. “I will.”
Michael smiled and also kissed his daughter goodbye. “We’ll be back in the afternoon.” He slipped his arm around Sara’s waist, meaning to steady her as she walked.
Sara rolled her eyes at her husband’s overbearing concern for her, but she smiled as well. “Bye you guys!” she said as they walked out the front door.
Lincoln waved his right arm while his left held up his niece. As Sara and Michael drove away in their car, he turned to look at Evie and saw that she wasn’t her usual cheerful self.
“Hey,” Lincoln asked shifting her in his arms, “what’s the matter?”
“Mommy’s sick,” Evie said pouting in concern.
“You’re mommy’s not sick,” Lincoln tried to assure her.
“But she’s been throwing up a lot.”
“Evie, you’re mommy’s throwing up because she’s pregnant,” Lincoln explained.
“Pregnant?” Evie repeated wide eyed. She didn’t know the word.
Lincoln nodded. “Your mommy and daddy are going to have a baby.”
“A baby?”
Lincoln nodded again. He walked over to the couch and set her down on the cushion. She looked up at him as he sat next to her.
“Is that where they went?” she asked, her excitement growing at the thought of a baby, “to get a baby?”
“They went to make sure that they’re having a baby. If they are, then in nine months you’ll have a little baby brother or sister.”
Evie frowned. “Nine months is too long! Why can’t they get the baby now?” she asked.
“Uh, well…” Lincoln stalled trying to come up with answers to Evie’s many questions. “The baby has to be, uh, made and then grow.”
Evie pondered over her uncle’s explanation for a minute.
“How do you make a baby?”
“... … …”
There were few things in Life that made Lincoln Burrows squirm with discomfort. Evie’s question was one of them. There was nothing more silent or more uncomfortable than the pregnant pause that followed after Evelyn’s question. Lincoln searched carefully for the right words to say but nothing came out. How do you explain sex to a five year old? Your brother’s five year old for Christ’s sake!
“Uncle Linc?” Evie poked her uncle with her finger.
He didn’t answer her. So Evie asked again, her curiosity of how babies are made getting the better of her.
“How do you make a baby?”
Lincoln finally shook himself out of his stupor, but only incoherent words came out of his mouth. “Well… uh… first there is… and then…”
“Uncle Linc,” Evie interrupted his rambling, “do you even know how to make a baby?”
Lincoln stopped his ramblings and looked down at his niece, offended. “Of course I do!”
Evie frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t think you do.”
“I’m damn good at making babies! You can just ask your Auntie Jane about it!” Lincoln said, trying to defend his male pride.
He then nearly smacked himself at the ridiculousness of the entire conversation. Was he really talking to his five year old niece about how gratifying he was in bed? Lord, put him back in prison, on death row, for committing the crime of ruining his brother’s daughter’s innocence and child naiveté!
“Then how come you don’t have a baby?” Evie asked, oblivious to the fact that her innocent questions lead to not so innocent answers.
“Eh…” Lincoln began, becoming uncomfortable and squirmy again, “you don’t have to make a baby to be good at making them.”
Evie’s eyes brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “I don’t get it.”
“That’s okay,” Lincoln said, patting the top of her head. He hoped she would drop the subject now.
“But how do you make a baby?”
Apparently Lincoln shouldn’t get his hopes up.
“Evie, um, this is something you should really ask your mommy and daddy.”
“But I want to know now!” Evie said throwing her arms into the air in a whine.
“I’m sorry, Evie, but you really should wait to ask your mommy and daddy,” Lincoln said once again.
“Uncle Linc!” Evie whined, but he stood his ground. Evie then pouted indignantly and crossed her arms. “Fine! I’ll ask Daddy.” She turned away from him. “He’s probably better at making babies than you are,” she mumbled under her breath.
Lincoln’s eyes narrowed in a frown. “There’s no way your daddy’s better than me at making babies.”
Evie stuck her tongue out at him. Lincoln then let out a laugh. He reached over and began tickling his niece’s sides, eliciting a thousand giggles to come out of her mouth.
God help Michael when Evelyn asked him the ‘question.’
---
“We’re back!” Sara called out as she walked through the front door with Michael right behind her. The two of them had smiles on their faces. In about nine months, there will be another addition to their family. Sara is pregnant.
“Mommy!” Evie came rushing towards her mother at full force and hugged her knees.
Sara smiled. Michael came over and scooped his daughter into his arms. “Where’s my greeting, Sweetheart?”
Evie smiled at her father and hugged his neck. “Hi Daddy!”
Lincoln walked towards them, inching his way to the door. “Great! You guys are back! I just remembered that I had some plans with a couple of friends and I really should get going,” he said. He was eager to get out of there before Evie opened her big mouth.
“Okay…” Sara said as Lincoln sped out of the door. She blinked. “That was odd.” Sara turned to her daughter. “Did you do something bad, Evie?”
Evelyn shook her head. She turned to her father. “Daddy, there’s something I wanna ask you.”
“What is it?”
“How do you make a baby?”
“………”
Michael very slowly turned his head to Sara. His face was pale with a “Help me!” expression on it. Sara let out a little chuckle. Lincoln obviously told Evie about her condition before they were even sure of it. She took her daughter from her husband’s arms and gave Michael a silent look that said, “Just let me handle it.”
“Come on Evie. I’ll tell you all about how babies are made,” Sara said with a gentle smile. She didn’t miss the look of relief on her husband’s face and let out another chuckle.