Fatherly Figures Pt. 3
This was the third morning this week that you spent hunched over the toilet with Lin rubbing your back. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispers, kissing your hair.
You shakily stand up and brush your teeth.
“C'mon,” Lin says, holding his arms out for you. “Let’s go lie down.”
“I’m fine. Don’t you have some meeting to go to?”
“Yeah, but it’s not that important. You’re more important.”
You roll your eyes. “Go to the meeting.”
“But-” he protests.
“Go.” You kiss his cheek and go into the kitchen. “Get dressed.”
You knew exactly why you were getting sick. You just didn’t want to believe it, so you put off confirming your belief until it was absolutely undeniable.
You bite the inside of your cheek, while you wait for your timer to finish. As soon as your phone rings, telling you that the fifteen minutes have passed, you hear Lin open the door to your apartment. “(Y/N)?”
You turn off the timer and run over to the front door without looking at the test. “Hey!” You give him a quick kiss. “How was the meeting?”
“Boring, per usual. How are you feeling?”
You bite your lip. “I, um.”
“I think I might be pregnant,” you say in one breath.
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“I just took a test. The timer went off when you came in.”
“Well then, let’s find out.” He takes your hand and walks into the bathroom. He picks the test up. “Oh my God!” He tosses the test back onto the counter and hugs you, picking you up. “You’re pregnant!”
Leslie Odom Jr.:
You slowly walk into your son’s room, smiling when you see your husband sitting in the rocking chair in the corner. He rocks your son gently. As you get closer, you hear him sing softly. “Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now.”
You rest your hand on his shoulder and sing with him.
“You’re such a good dad,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head and carrying your son to his crib.
“Because I’ve got a great mom helping me out.”
You hated listening to your daughter and husband argue. She was generally a good kid, but there were times she messed up. Just like everyone else. You remembered having arguments like these with your dad.
“Dad! It was one time! I came home!” she yelled.
“You were supposed to be home at midnight,” he reminds her, “not three in the morning. Your mother and I were worried sick! We had no clue where you were! You are grounded until you can tell us where you were.”
“Why? What does it matter? You’re just going to be mad.”
You sigh and come out of the kitchen. “Steph, please. Just tell us where you were.”
“With Em,” she mutters.
Anthony lowers his voice. “Who?”
“Em, my girlfriend. Okay? Are you happy?!”
You sit on the couch and motion for her to sit next to you. “You have a girlfriend?”
“I’m gay. I was hoping that you wouldn’t find out.”
Anthony sits on the other side of her, placing a hand on her back. “Why? We would have loved to meet her.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“That you’re gay? Not at all. That you disobeyed us? Yes.”
“Am I still grounded?”
You take a deep breath. “We’ll see. You seem to have been through enough for one night.”
You rest your hands on your stomach. “You better stay there until your daddy gets home,” you mutter, looking at your stomach. You were almost nine months pregnant and felt like you could give birth at any moment. That would have been fine, if Daveed were home. He was supposed to be coming home today, but this was the third time that his flight was delayed.
You smile when you see a call from Daveed. “Hey, babe. I just got off the plane. How are you and our son?”
“I’m pretty sure we’re having a girl and we’re good. Very pregnant but good.”
“Mom said it was a boy. Do you want to tell her she’s wrong?”
“We’ll find out soon enough. I feel ready to burst.”
He chuckles. “Wait until I get home. Thirty minutes tops.”