That had been.....well, an experience for sure. Awkward was probably a good word to use in this situation, and Sky hadn't exactly expected it to be that awkward. He had spent half the appointment wondering if he should excuse himself from the room and step back in during the ultrasound, because that was the only part he really wanted or needed to see. Because he didn't know if it would actually be more awkward to step out into the hall and be harassed by various nurses congratulating him on their kid. He didn't want to risk one of them asking if him and his 'wife' were happy about this, he was happy, but Mona wasn't his wife and God knows he didn't want to or need to explain to a stranger what their relationship was. Because although Sky wasn't sure he was a relationship kind of guy, this was a relationship of some sort, he wasn't and idiot and he could see that
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Mona wanted Sky to be as involved as he wanted to be, even if that level of involvement ended up being awkward in some ways. She would deal with the awkward if it meant that Sky was there with her, for her, through all of this. She was going to hang onto anything she could get with him, because a small part of her was still waiting for him to get sick of her and bail. She kept trying to convince herself that that wasn't going to happen, that she could trust Sky to be a man of his word, but that small, insecure part of her just wouldn't be convinced. So, she tried to convince herself that even if it did happen, if he did bail on her and the baby, she would survive it and be a good Mom this time around, but she was having a hard time believing that one, too.
"Let you? Sky, we're doing this together, so if you want to be at my appointments, then I want you to be at them, too." It was logical to her, anyway. To her, when it came to this baby, it was about them, not her, so there was really no other choice than sharing these things with
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Today, this, it all made it that much more real. He was going to be a father, they were going to be parents. That word, they, it wasn't something Sky ever thought he'd be associating with him and Mona, or him and anyone really. A large part of him still didn't think he was the relationship kind of guy, shouldn't have the white picket fence, a wife and two point five kids. Even in thinking that though, he couldn't help but remind himself that he was halfway to the two point five kids, and a part of him had to think that in some odd sense he and Mona were creating a family, or at least something stable for this kid. Looking closer at why that was, well, it wasn't something Sky was ready to do just yet, but at some point he would need to figure out why he felt so strongly about this, why his mind kept going back to focusing on these things, on what this all meant for him and for Mona, and what his life, or their life would look like once their baby was born, or what his role would look like at that point
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Mona rather thought that they were together in a way, but she didn't know how to say that, or if saying that would cause issues. She didn't feel the need to put a label on whatever was going on between them, though she knew there were many people who would look down on them for not having a label. She didn't think it would help to point out that she probably wouldn't even be doing this if he didn't want to be a part of it, either. Her hand lifted to her mouth, and she started chewing on her already short thumbnail. "Guess so," she muttered, shrugging one shoulder. It was easier to just agree with him right now
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"Let you? Sky, we're doing this together, so if you want to be at my appointments, then I want you to be at them, too." It was logical to her, anyway. To her, when it came to this baby, it was about them, not her, so there was really no other choice than sharing these things with ( ... )
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