New Numb3rs fic for times_for_three
Title: Not All Mistakes Are Bad
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes/Billy Cooper/Melinda Reeves (OFC)
Prompt: #26 Waiting and hoping
Word Count: 950
Rating: FRT
Summary: “I’m two weeks late and… and I just threw up.”
Disclaimer: The closest thing I own to Numb3rs is a calculator. CH and NF own the boys. I do own Melinda.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“So, we really don’t have any plans today,” Coop looked up from the eggs he was scrambling and focused his gaze on Don.
Don sighed, “Of course we have plans for today. We’re taking down the Christmas tree and the menorah, and then we’re watching the TV Land First and Last marathon. What other plans could you want?”
“None, trust me,” he poured the eggs into the hot pan. “Look, man, all I’m saying is that you’re sure, 100% sure that we aren’t supposed to be doing something with some member of your… our family.”
“No, but good catch there. Tonight is just about the three of us. Dad and Millie are going to Stan’s party. Megan and Larry are staying in with Alania. Charlie and Colby are going to Jamel’s friend’s club, which should be interesting since they still aren’t talking after the thing with Colby’s parents.”
Coop reached a hand out and caught Don by the wrist and pulled him to his side, “Hey, I love our family, every last member of it. Well, as long as we don’t count Richard Reeves or the Grangers, not a big fan. But, all those other crazy people, I love them. It’s just been a lot of family togetherness since Larry and Meg’s anniversary. I’ve missed it being just you, me and Minda.”
“I’ve got to agree,” Don wrapped his arms around Coop’s waist and rested his chin on Coop’s shoulder. “I like it just being the three of us.”
“It might not just be the three of us much longer.”
“Minda,” both men questioned as she entered the kitchen wearing a pair of Coop’s boxers and Don’s shirt.
She looked at them for a moment, before looking at her feet, “I’m two weeks late and… and I just threw up.”
Don moved to the kitchen table and sank into one of the seats. He just looked at her for several moments before speaking, “It couldn’t be mine. We haven’t been together that way since Megan and Larry’s anniversary.”
“My God, Don, you say that like I’ve been cheating on you,” Melinda crossed her arms over her chest. “Think about. In the last two months the only time we bothered or took the time to be together was Billy’s birthday. And it was your idea for Billy to be in the middle.”
Coop dumped the eggs onto a plate, “Wait a second, I used a condom.”
“Like a condom’s never ripped,” Melinda glared at him.
“This is my kid? That wasn’t the plan. You and Don are supposed to have the kid.”
Don stood and began pacing, “Nearly two years of trying, then one ripped condom and bam! You’re pregnant. This is fucking ridiculous.”
“Oh, sure,” Coop’s voice rose, “you can be a father, but me… What am I not good enough to be our kids father? My genes aren’t as good as the almighty Eppes genes? The gene pool that you apparently got the shallow end of, anyhow!”
Don turned on him, “Oh, yeah? Well…”
“Enough,” Melinda screamed over Don’s beginning rant. Both men turned and looked at her. Holding up her hands, she began ticking off points, “First, from the very beginning we said that it didn’t matter who the biological father was because you are both going to be the father. Second, Billy it was your idea for Don to be the father, but, Don, you wanted it to just happen anyway it could. Third, we don’t even know if I am pregnant. And, fourth, you’re both being assholes. I’m going to go take a pregnancy test. If you can both stop being idiots for ten minutes, you’re welcome to come join me.”
Don and Coop didn’t move, while Melinda stomped from the kitchen. Finally, Don turned to Coop, “She’s right you know.”
“She usually is,” Coop turned on the oven and slipped the plate of eggs into it. “It is one of her more annoying traits. Look, Don, I know that this isn’t how we planned this, but would it be the worst thing in the world?”
“God, Coop, of course not. This is more about my own ego. Got to admit, I don’t feel like much of a man that I couldn’t get her pregnant and you do it by accident. I might need some time, but no matter what this will be our child and I love the genes he or she has come from,” as he spoke, Don crossed the room and cupped Coop’s cheek.
Coop took Don’s hand and kissed his palm, “It’s okay to be upset, to be mad at me, but we’ll work through it.”
“Together,” Don allowed his fingertips to brush Coop’s cheek. “Always, always together. All three of us. Let’s go up and check on Minda.”
Coop nodded; as he let Don led him to the steps and up to the master bedroom.
Melinda was laying across the foot of the bed and wordlessly they joined her. A gentle kiss from both of them, as they arraigned themselves, was enough for her to understand that things were better, even if the hooded look in their eyes told her everything wasn’t perfect. When she rested her head in Don’s lap as she rolled to her side, his hand came down and instinctively, protectively covered her stomach. She joined her hand with his. Coop leaned his chest against Don’s back and placed his arm around Don so that his hand was resting on her head. Don joined his hand with Coop’s. No one spoke as the clock ticked.
In the bathroom, two blue lines began to appear on a white plastic stick. The New Year would be bringing a new life.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Don Eppes/Billy Cooper/Melinda Reeves (OFC)
Prompt: #26 Waiting and hoping
Word Count: 950
Rating: FRT
Summary: “I’m two weeks late and… and I just threw up.”
Disclaimer: The closest thing I own to Numb3rs is a calculator. CH and NF own the boys. I do own Melinda.
Author's Notes: See Assertion
“So, we really don’t have any plans today,” Coop looked up from the eggs he was scrambling and focused his gaze on Don.
Don sighed, “Of course we have plans for today. We’re taking down the Christmas tree and the menorah, and then we’re watching the TV Land First and Last marathon. What other plans could you want?”
“None, trust me,” he poured the eggs into the hot pan. “Look, man, all I’m saying is that you’re sure, 100% sure that we aren’t supposed to be doing something with some member of your… our family.”
“No, but good catch there. Tonight is just about the three of us. Dad and Millie are going to Stan’s party. Megan and Larry are staying in with Alania. Charlie and Colby are going to Jamel’s friend’s club, which should be interesting since they still aren’t talking after the thing with Colby’s parents.”
Coop reached a hand out and caught Don by the wrist and pulled him to his side, “Hey, I love our family, every last member of it. Well, as long as we don’t count Richard Reeves or the Grangers, not a big fan. But, all those other crazy people, I love them. It’s just been a lot of family togetherness since Larry and Meg’s anniversary. I’ve missed it being just you, me and Minda.”
“I’ve got to agree,” Don wrapped his arms around Coop’s waist and rested his chin on Coop’s shoulder. “I like it just being the three of us.”
“It might not just be the three of us much longer.”
“Minda,” both men questioned as she entered the kitchen wearing a pair of Coop’s boxers and Don’s shirt.
She looked at them for a moment, before looking at her feet, “I’m two weeks late and… and I just threw up.”
Don moved to the kitchen table and sank into one of the seats. He just looked at her for several moments before speaking, “It couldn’t be mine. We haven’t been together that way since Megan and Larry’s anniversary.”
“My God, Don, you say that like I’ve been cheating on you,” Melinda crossed her arms over her chest. “Think about. In the last two months the only time we bothered or took the time to be together was Billy’s birthday. And it was your idea for Billy to be in the middle.”
Coop dumped the eggs onto a plate, “Wait a second, I used a condom.”
“Like a condom’s never ripped,” Melinda glared at him.
“This is my kid? That wasn’t the plan. You and Don are supposed to have the kid.”
Don stood and began pacing, “Nearly two years of trying, then one ripped condom and bam! You’re pregnant. This is fucking ridiculous.”
“Oh, sure,” Coop’s voice rose, “you can be a father, but me… What am I not good enough to be our kids father? My genes aren’t as good as the almighty Eppes genes? The gene pool that you apparently got the shallow end of, anyhow!”
Don turned on him, “Oh, yeah? Well…”
“Enough,” Melinda screamed over Don’s beginning rant. Both men turned and looked at her. Holding up her hands, she began ticking off points, “First, from the very beginning we said that it didn’t matter who the biological father was because you are both going to be the father. Second, Billy it was your idea for Don to be the father, but, Don, you wanted it to just happen anyway it could. Third, we don’t even know if I am pregnant. And, fourth, you’re both being assholes. I’m going to go take a pregnancy test. If you can both stop being idiots for ten minutes, you’re welcome to come join me.”
Don and Coop didn’t move, while Melinda stomped from the kitchen. Finally, Don turned to Coop, “She’s right you know.”
“She usually is,” Coop turned on the oven and slipped the plate of eggs into it. “It is one of her more annoying traits. Look, Don, I know that this isn’t how we planned this, but would it be the worst thing in the world?”
“God, Coop, of course not. This is more about my own ego. Got to admit, I don’t feel like much of a man that I couldn’t get her pregnant and you do it by accident. I might need some time, but no matter what this will be our child and I love the genes he or she has come from,” as he spoke, Don crossed the room and cupped Coop’s cheek.
Coop took Don’s hand and kissed his palm, “It’s okay to be upset, to be mad at me, but we’ll work through it.”
“Together,” Don allowed his fingertips to brush Coop’s cheek. “Always, always together. All three of us. Let’s go up and check on Minda.”
Coop nodded; as he let Don led him to the steps and up to the master bedroom.
Melinda was laying across the foot of the bed and wordlessly they joined her. A gentle kiss from both of them, as they arraigned themselves, was enough for her to understand that things were better, even if the hooded look in their eyes told her everything wasn’t perfect. When she rested her head in Don’s lap as she rolled to her side, his hand came down and instinctively, protectively covered her stomach. She joined her hand with his. Coop leaned his chest against Don’s back and placed his arm around Don so that his hand was resting on her head. Don joined his hand with Coop’s. No one spoke as the clock ticked.
In the bathroom, two blue lines began to appear on a white plastic stick. The New Year would be bringing a new life.