.027 Parents
Abigail
Sydney Alexis
Het warning. Avert your eyes if teh straightness scares you.
[.027 Parents]
He made her repeat herself three times before his brain even began to register what she was saying.
"But we were careful."
She rolled her eyes like Gus was the lamest person ever, and, yes, sometimes she did act a little too much like Charlie for his taste.
"Gus Kinney, you know perfectly well that not everything is 100% effective." A beat. "Jesus. Do you want me to take another test? Because they'll all come back positive."
It was said in that annoyed tone Elizabeth used when she was five seconds from falling apart. That was when it hit Gus that this was real. The sweaty palms, too rapid heartbeat that made him feel like he was going to keel over. Backing up a step or two, he felt the sofa hit the back of his knees. They gave way and he fell back into it.
And, suddenly, she was kneeling in front of him, hands resting on his legs, worry etched all over her face.
"You okay?"
And, beneath her concern, another question - are you okay with this?
That was when Gus started to feel like a fucking heel. This was important. It was scary and life altering. He was supposed to be supportive, but Oh. God. were they ready for this?
Swallowing thickly, he covered her hands with my own and offered her a shy smile.
"This is really happening, isn't it?"
A relieved smile spread across her lips before she responded, "Yeah. It really is."
Fingers threading through her hair, he kissed her softly before resting his forehead against hers.
"I'm scared," she whispered, breath hot against his cheeks.
"I am, too."
Even if weren't ready, they'd would have to be.
. . .
Gus showed up at his dads' place the next night with two bottles of Chivas and a bag of pot.
Brian took one look at the stash, and knew something big was up.
Raising an eyebrow, he stepped back into the threshold.
"What the fuck did you do this time, Sonny Boy?"
The look Gus shot his father made Brian nervous, but the statement that followed was the fucking cherry.
"You're far too sober for me to tell you."
It took a good three or four hours until his dad was lit and for Justin to come creeping out of his studio.
"So," Gus started, taking another hit. "What do you want my kid to call you? Gramps?"
Brian became a puddle of non-verbal stuttering while Justin smiled broadly.
"Congratulations, Gus. When's the baby due?"
"December I think," he replied, watching Brian pretend to queen out. Gus knew the score though--his dad was secretly pleased, and would, undoubtedly show it by saying something lame and then going out and buying the biggest most expensive nursery set ever. Which, of course, all started with...
"Grandfather," Brian muttered under his breath.
. . .
The moms took the news with much more squeals through the phone line. The non-verbal, high pitched, only dogs can hear kind.
Gus finally gave up on the game of possum with the handset and just put it on speaker phone.
Once the squeaking passed, the rapid fire portion started:
"How far along is she?"
"When's she due?"
"How long have you known?"
"Do you know the sex yet?"
"Have any names picked out?"
"When's the shower?"
And then, came the most dangerous: "How else have you told?"
Which, roughly translated meant what order do you love your parents in.
Sighing, Gus pinched the bridge of his nose because Elizabeth had been so right; they should have two-way called Australia and Canada at the same time.
. . .
[.029 Birth]
Elizabeth didn't have one of those life is perfect pregnancies; she had constant morning sickness from three months to the day she delivered.
Gus knelt beside her in the bathroom--morning, afternoon, night--while she heaved, rubbing calming circles on her back and marveling at the fact that 'morning' sickness could strike at eleven at night.
She ached all over and craved food, weird food at all hours of the day.
Gus became acquainted with the night staff at the diner, the corner supermarket, and every delivery place within the city.
The baby gleefully kicked and somersaulted all night while Elizabeth was trying to sleep, and, of course, if Elizabeth couldn't sleep, Gus couldn't either.
And, Gus' personal favorite, his wife turned into the scariest bi-polar creature ever. One minute, she was sobbing about Hallmark commercials and the next she was screaming at him for getting her pregnant.
Gus sat quietly beside Elizabeth and took her rapidly changing temperament as well as he could. When it got to be too much, he disappear to the loft for a couple hours of sleep or a bitch session while his fathers laughed at his plight.
"That, Sonny Boy, is why I kept Sunshine around; he can't get knocked up," he said, in that annoying sing-song voice Gus hated.
Gus rolled his eyes. "You keep him around because you love him."
Repressing the urge to smile, Brian would always reply, "And that, is why you should go back home to your wife."
Abigail Kinney was born on a Wednesday in the dead of winter.
Gus can remember the day with perfect clarity--from Elizabeth clamping on to his hand with a depth of strength he didn't know she possessed, to her warnings that he would never fucking touch her again, to the blood and gore of the actual birth, and the sound of Abigail crying for the first time.
The thing he remembers the most though is the weight of her in his arms. Tiny and flushed from crying, she looked up at Gus with enormous blue eyes, and, for the first time in his life, he realized what it was like to be totally and utterly responsible for another person.
It scared the shit out of him.
. . .
[.044 Circle]
"I can't believe you made me a fucking grandfather, Sonny Boy."
Gus smiled slightly, watching as his fathers crept into the hospital room quietly so they didn't wake Elizabeth up.
"I can't believe you're admitting you are one," Justin teased.
Carefully inching up and out of the plastic chair, Gus stood and handed the baby over to Brian to hold.
A small smile spreading across Justin's lips as he watched Brian stare down at the newborn with something akin to awe; he couldn't help but to compare it to another night not so long ago.
"Did you name her yet?" Justin whispered, smoothing down the baby blanket to get a better look.
"El and I figured since you two did so well naming me, you'd do the honors again."
"And what? Get blamed when the kid doesn't like her name," Brian snorted.
Gus rolled his eyes. "Something like that."
"So what've you got picked out," Justin said, broad smile not faltering a bit.
Smoothing a finger down his daughter's cheek, Gus said quietly, "El wants to name her Sara, but I like Abigail."
Without looking up from the tiny, sleeping baby, Brian and Justin both said, "Abigail."
The schmaltz is so painful it burns me. LOL!
fanfic100: 19-21/100
Sydney Alexis
Het warning. Avert your eyes if teh straightness scares you.
[.027 Parents]
He made her repeat herself three times before his brain even began to register what she was saying.
"But we were careful."
She rolled her eyes like Gus was the lamest person ever, and, yes, sometimes she did act a little too much like Charlie for his taste.
"Gus Kinney, you know perfectly well that not everything is 100% effective." A beat. "Jesus. Do you want me to take another test? Because they'll all come back positive."
It was said in that annoyed tone Elizabeth used when she was five seconds from falling apart. That was when it hit Gus that this was real. The sweaty palms, too rapid heartbeat that made him feel like he was going to keel over. Backing up a step or two, he felt the sofa hit the back of his knees. They gave way and he fell back into it.
And, suddenly, she was kneeling in front of him, hands resting on his legs, worry etched all over her face.
"You okay?"
And, beneath her concern, another question - are you okay with this?
That was when Gus started to feel like a fucking heel. This was important. It was scary and life altering. He was supposed to be supportive, but Oh. God. were they ready for this?
Swallowing thickly, he covered her hands with my own and offered her a shy smile.
"This is really happening, isn't it?"
A relieved smile spread across her lips before she responded, "Yeah. It really is."
Fingers threading through her hair, he kissed her softly before resting his forehead against hers.
"I'm scared," she whispered, breath hot against his cheeks.
"I am, too."
Even if weren't ready, they'd would have to be.
. . .
Gus showed up at his dads' place the next night with two bottles of Chivas and a bag of pot.
Brian took one look at the stash, and knew something big was up.
Raising an eyebrow, he stepped back into the threshold.
"What the fuck did you do this time, Sonny Boy?"
The look Gus shot his father made Brian nervous, but the statement that followed was the fucking cherry.
"You're far too sober for me to tell you."
It took a good three or four hours until his dad was lit and for Justin to come creeping out of his studio.
"So," Gus started, taking another hit. "What do you want my kid to call you? Gramps?"
Brian became a puddle of non-verbal stuttering while Justin smiled broadly.
"Congratulations, Gus. When's the baby due?"
"December I think," he replied, watching Brian pretend to queen out. Gus knew the score though--his dad was secretly pleased, and would, undoubtedly show it by saying something lame and then going out and buying the biggest most expensive nursery set ever. Which, of course, all started with...
"Grandfather," Brian muttered under his breath.
. . .
The moms took the news with much more squeals through the phone line. The non-verbal, high pitched, only dogs can hear kind.
Gus finally gave up on the game of possum with the handset and just put it on speaker phone.
Once the squeaking passed, the rapid fire portion started:
"How far along is she?"
"When's she due?"
"How long have you known?"
"Do you know the sex yet?"
"Have any names picked out?"
"When's the shower?"
And then, came the most dangerous: "How else have you told?"
Which, roughly translated meant what order do you love your parents in.
Sighing, Gus pinched the bridge of his nose because Elizabeth had been so right; they should have two-way called Australia and Canada at the same time.
. . .
[.029 Birth]
Elizabeth didn't have one of those life is perfect pregnancies; she had constant morning sickness from three months to the day she delivered.
Gus knelt beside her in the bathroom--morning, afternoon, night--while she heaved, rubbing calming circles on her back and marveling at the fact that 'morning' sickness could strike at eleven at night.
She ached all over and craved food, weird food at all hours of the day.
Gus became acquainted with the night staff at the diner, the corner supermarket, and every delivery place within the city.
The baby gleefully kicked and somersaulted all night while Elizabeth was trying to sleep, and, of course, if Elizabeth couldn't sleep, Gus couldn't either.
And, Gus' personal favorite, his wife turned into the scariest bi-polar creature ever. One minute, she was sobbing about Hallmark commercials and the next she was screaming at him for getting her pregnant.
Gus sat quietly beside Elizabeth and took her rapidly changing temperament as well as he could. When it got to be too much, he disappear to the loft for a couple hours of sleep or a bitch session while his fathers laughed at his plight.
"That, Sonny Boy, is why I kept Sunshine around; he can't get knocked up," he said, in that annoying sing-song voice Gus hated.
Gus rolled his eyes. "You keep him around because you love him."
Repressing the urge to smile, Brian would always reply, "And that, is why you should go back home to your wife."
Abigail Kinney was born on a Wednesday in the dead of winter.
Gus can remember the day with perfect clarity--from Elizabeth clamping on to his hand with a depth of strength he didn't know she possessed, to her warnings that he would never fucking touch her again, to the blood and gore of the actual birth, and the sound of Abigail crying for the first time.
The thing he remembers the most though is the weight of her in his arms. Tiny and flushed from crying, she looked up at Gus with enormous blue eyes, and, for the first time in his life, he realized what it was like to be totally and utterly responsible for another person.
It scared the shit out of him.
. . .
[.044 Circle]
"I can't believe you made me a fucking grandfather, Sonny Boy."
Gus smiled slightly, watching as his fathers crept into the hospital room quietly so they didn't wake Elizabeth up.
"I can't believe you're admitting you are one," Justin teased.
Carefully inching up and out of the plastic chair, Gus stood and handed the baby over to Brian to hold.
A small smile spreading across Justin's lips as he watched Brian stare down at the newborn with something akin to awe; he couldn't help but to compare it to another night not so long ago.
"Did you name her yet?" Justin whispered, smoothing down the baby blanket to get a better look.
"El and I figured since you two did so well naming me, you'd do the honors again."
"And what? Get blamed when the kid doesn't like her name," Brian snorted.
Gus rolled his eyes. "Something like that."
"So what've you got picked out," Justin said, broad smile not faltering a bit.
Smoothing a finger down his daughter's cheek, Gus said quietly, "El wants to name her Sara, but I like Abigail."
Without looking up from the tiny, sleeping baby, Brian and Justin both said, "Abigail."
The schmaltz is so painful it burns me. LOL!
fanfic100: 19-21/100