Nicky came into the Mess Hall looking around curiously. He headed over toward his dad sitting down next to him. He pushed a rolled up napkin toward him without saying anything. His dad didn't look happy but Nicky hoped that he could do a little something nice for him even if it wasn't as good as he could have done.
There were few people whom Victor wouldn't yell at on sight if he were in a foul mood, and Nicky was one of them. Despite his melancholy, he glanced over at the boy - not quite managing a smile, but not glaring at him, either - and put his knife down to take the napkin that had been offered.
"What's this, Cublet? You save some food for me?"
He didn't mean that to be rude, of course. For Victor, leftovers were fair game for meals just as much as any prepared meal; he and Logan hadn't survived as long as they had without surviving on what other people didn't want.
"No it's dessert. Really good dessert,"Nicky smiled not caring that his father didn't like the holiday. The napkin was rolled around a Russian tea cake one of many Hope had brought back for him.
He'd never admit it, but he was touched. Victor wasn't exactly the kind of guy who received a lot of presents, and to have his son give him something - even something as small as a teacake - it actually meant a lot. He grinned as he opened up the napkin, already smelling the food, before turning his smile to Nicky.
He just gave him a grin glad that he liked it. Nicky ran a hand over his hair trying to push it flat.He wasn't sure why it was bothering him but it was.
There was no way he'd go into detail and explain his current problems to Nicky, though - the kid wouldn't understand, and he wasn't about to start explaining, not now. Not when it involved Emma and Jean, and a hell of a lot of questions.
"Anything I can help you with?" He knew the answer was probably no but this was his dad and he wanted to fix it. Nicky was always worried when one of his family was unhappy.
He sighed, appreciating his son's offer for help, although there was nothing the boy could do. He couldn't stop the way he felt about Jean, he couldn't stop Logan falling for the redhead, and he couldn't do anything about the fact Emma was... shit. Emma was pregnant. And Nicky had the right to know. Shifting his position, he patted the seat beside him, indicating the kid should come and sit next to him.
Nicky got up from his seat walking around to sit next to his father. He looked up at him wondering just what was going on. It had to be something important for his dad to tell him.
There wasn't really an easy way to say it, so Victor decided to just get right to the point. He wasn't sure just how much Nicky had picked up about the birds and the bees yet.
"How d'you feel about havin' a little brother or sister?"
"Yeah. I know. But that's somethin' we're just gonna have to get used to." He sighed and looked at Nicky pointedly, hoping that the boy would get the hint. "Emma's pregnant, kid."
"Yeah." At least, Victor hoped so. He hadn't really spoken to her since her appointment with Milbury, but he assumed she would've told him if there were any major problems. "It's just... well... I thought you'd wanna know."
Truth be told, he still hadn't gotten used to the idea himself.
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"What's this, Cublet? You save some food for me?"
He didn't mean that to be rude, of course. For Victor, leftovers were fair game for meals just as much as any prepared meal; he and Logan hadn't survived as long as they had without surviving on what other people didn't want.
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"Thanks, Cublet."
And Victor hardly ever thanked anyone.
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"How are you?"
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There was no way he'd go into detail and explain his current problems to Nicky, though - the kid wouldn't understand, and he wasn't about to start explaining, not now. Not when it involved Emma and Jean, and a hell of a lot of questions.
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He sighed, appreciating his son's offer for help, although there was nothing the boy could do. He couldn't stop the way he felt about Jean, he couldn't stop Logan falling for the redhead, and he couldn't do anything about the fact Emma was... shit. Emma was pregnant. And Nicky had the right to know. Shifting his position, he patted the seat beside him, indicating the kid should come and sit next to him.
"C'mon, Cublet. I got somethin' to tell you."
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"How d'you feel about havin' a little brother or sister?"
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To him Emma's health meant more than some baby.
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Truth be told, he still hadn't gotten used to the idea himself.
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Nicky worried as it was not being told something like that would have been bad.
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