Pickle Binge
Author: Nathalia
Rating: PG
Challenge: Pickle Binge
Extras / Toppings: pocky chain
Word Count: 1,500
Story: Misfits
Summary: the Misfits as parents. Not all of them are good parents.
Notes: There are a few new bits of information in this that, in one case, I’ve known forever but somehow failed to mention in the 2.5 years I’ve been around.
It’s a boy
“I thought we were going to wait until the baby was born to find out!” Lucas protested, following Mara as she walked to the living room, ignoring her husband’s fit of anger.
“We never agreed to that. You said we should wait but I never actually agreed. I don’t want to wait till the baby’s out of me to start discussing baby names and buying clothes and everything. You know how much I hate surprises. Why should I wait with this?”
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise?”
“Well, too late. It’s a boy. We’re naming him Benjamin Bishop.”
It’s a girl
“Kennedy is a girl then?” Stella asked with a vast smile on her face when the nurse placed the little squirming being into her arms.
“Yes, she is.” Dennis sat down next to her on the bed and took his wife’s hand and looking at the baby with the same amazement.
“Good. Kennedy’s a girl’s name.”
“I thought we’d agreed that it didn’t matter one way or another.”
“We both know girls are better then boys. Isn’t she just perfect?”
“She looks better than you do right now and you are almost perfect, so, yes, our little Kennedy is perfect.”
and baby makes 3
“This is not how I planned it,” Lara whispered.
Kev gathered her into his arms, kissing her forehead. “There is no need to plan everything in life. There’s no perfect time and we aren’t getting any younger. Especially not you.”
Lara grinned and tugged at Kev’s slowly-graying hair. “My hair’s still very much its original color.”
“It won’t for long. With the baby’s genes, I’m sure as hell it will drive us both up the wall pretty soon,” Kev teased, resting a hand on Lara’s flat stomach. “This is going to be fun. I’m going to be a stay-at-home dad!”
eating for two
Tristan’s amusement annoyed Dani every time they sat down to eat. It didn’t prevent her from eating more than normal which only made Tristan more amused at the situation. She hated him.
“For the record, if we ever have a second child, you’re going to carry it and give birth. I hate eating so much and feeling bloated. Next time is your turn.”
“You know there’s a slight problem there,” Tristan laughed, not at all disturbed by the threat.
“I’m a doctor,” Dani winked. “I will figure out a way to do it before we ever talk about children again.”
labor & delivery
“You were going to do this all by yourself?” Dani, situated between Kyla’s legs, asked. “You could have all the best doctors in the world delivering this baby and you wanted to give birth at home, alone?”
“I can handle this. If you’re going to complain, then bugger off. I’m in the middle of giving birth!”
“To my boyfriend’s child, so shut up and push. I’m not going anywhere till this baby’s out of you.”
Before Dani could admonish Kyla any further, Kyla let out an ear-splitting scream.
“Push,” Dani whispered. “Just push, honey. We’ll figure the rest out later.”
baby blues
“I hate babies, I really do. I can’t be a mother.”
Dennis wasn’t sure how often she had repeated the words now, between sips of wine. He had tried to talk her out of finishing the bottle all by herself but the only way he had found to do so was to drink as much as he could as fast as possible, try to keep Stella from it.
“I mean, why did I ever agree to this bullshit? I was using contraception, there was no way this could have happened. I hate myself. And Joseph and this baby. Just everything!”
bun in the oven
“I got drunk last night, not you,” Kev commented when Janna had gotten cleaned up in the morning and they were sitting on the bathroom floor, close enough to the toilet in case she needed to throw up again.
“I don’t think this is related to too much alcohol,” Janna sighed. “I think this is more of a morning sickness issue.”
The expression on Kev’s face froze before it began to slowly change, unable to settle on one emotion, then he embraced Janna.
This wasn’t how she had planned to tell him but that didn’t spoil the moment at all.
baby on board
The Volkswagen Polo wasn’t exactly the perfect car for a father with three children but Kev refused to get any other car. Other than maybe a VW Golf, a larger version of his Polo.
Janna didn’t protest as long as Kev got the three kids safely strapped to their seats and kept them from pulling each other’s hair during the ride. As long as that was the case, she didn’t complain about the car not being very spacious for three children.
It was one of many reasons she knew they wouldn’t have any more children -- there was no room.
the stork
“I liked all of this better when I was a kid,” Wes pouted, turning the picture of the ultrasound up and down. “There is no baby on this.”
“There is,” Hobbie assured him. “It’s not my fault you can’t see it.”
“Show me.” Wes shoved the ultrasound in Hobbie’s direction and Hobbie took over the part of staring at it intensely.
After a while, he shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right, not a baby on this picture.”
“This is just stupid. I think I’ll just go back to believing in the stork bringing babies. It makes a lot more sense.”
ten tiny toes
Hobbie smiled, counting the newborn baby’s toes over and over again, beaming brighter each time he reached the count of ten. “Ten tiny toes, Kaare, those are precious. Look out for them, love, they are too precious and lovely for you to ever lose them, not big and well, like mine. Promise me you’ll look out for those tiny feet, okay?”
Helen rolled her eyes. “Are the toes all you care about? How about, oh, I don’t know, everything else?”
“Don’t listen to mommy,” Hobbie smiled, “she has no idea what she’s talking about. She still has all her toes.”
pickles & ice cream
“You know, if your eating habits hadn’t been very disturbing before you got pregnant, I would be a little worried about you.” Shania leaned against the kitchen counter, eating a yogurt, while Shirley prepared something that Shania couldn’t even find words for.
It made Shirley’s usual love for sandwiches with salami, chocolate spread and strawberry jam look like something a normal person would accept without even thinking about it twice should it be offered to them.
“I’m starting to think that the child you’re carrying is a demon. That’s the only explanation I have,” Lynn interjected. “There’s a running bet.”
in a family way
By the time the pregnancy was drawing to its close, Vanessa Feller was already so used to how things had to be done. She calmed down the nurse, timed her contractions and turned down the medication just like the four previous times, knowing that giving birth wasn’t a problem for her, that the baby would pop out of her without a lot of pain. It had made the decision to have this fifth children very easy.
Simon only got there after the baby had been delivered but Vanessa didn’t chide him. Instead, she told her husband, “His name is Jack.”
bundle of joy
“I’m not so sure about this,” Dennis admitted. “I know we have been over it a thousand times and we both agree that themed names are bad and then still picked one but I am worried about her future.”
“Why?” Stella, standing next to him, watched their second daughter through a glass window where she laid in a tiny crib. “As long as we keep her away from cowboy movies and make sure she never joins the National Riffle Association, she’ll be fine. ”
“We could come up with a different name. She doesn’t have to be called Reagan. What about Carter?”
cut the cord
Everything was taken care of. Lucas who had come to meet his new nephew and niece would look after the babies, she didn’t have to worry about the children getting hungry because she wasn’t going to breastfeed anyway. She didn’t have enough milk for two children and it would keep her from working.
“Are you sure you should go? Can’t the senate do without you for at least one more week?” Lucas asked pleadingly.
“Why should they have to?” Lilah retorted, readying her briefcase. “You can take perfectly good care of the kids.”
“You’re their mother! Your children need you.”
(s)he has your eyes
“He has your eyes,” Kurt whispered, looking at the tiny creature in his wife’s arms.
He was right, at least to a certain extent. Baby Vincent -- they hadn’t agreed whose last name he should have although Isobel thought Vincent Turner sounded a lot better than Vincent Schneider -- had blue eyes but blue didn’t equal hers. Vincent’s eyes were a different shade of blue, one Isobel was familiar with, but not from herself or her family.
Up until now, she hadn’t been sure but looking at her newborn son, she knew without a doubt that Vincent wasn’t Kurt’s son.