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anonymous asked:

Derek meets up with Ivy and their kid for dinner or lunch but when their kid sees him she gets excited and runs into the street to see him.

(AN: Sorry it took longer than originally promised. My heart was broken and I had to put it back together to finish this… also I spent like an hour trying to figure out what Ivy would order for Derek because I am neurotic.)

“She’ll have the grilled cheese and I’ll have the Waldorf salad. Oh, and my husband is meeting us, can you get him the gazpacho,” Ivy ordered as her three-year old sat coloring intensely outside the cafe. 

“Emma, honey, what are you doing?”

“I’m drawing a picture for Daddy to put in his script.” Ivy sighed. Derek was in the middle of a new play and that meant he didn’t have a lot of time to see his wife or - more importantly - his daughter much. She didn’t blame him. It was the same thing when Ivy was in a show. It was just what came with the job. 

Still, Emma was beginning to notice her parents’ absence more and more. It broke Derek’s and Ivy’s hearts to be away from her so much, but they had to work. That’s why they started putting pictures of Emma and drawings she made in their scripts. Everyone felt a little closer to each other. And Emma loved to make things for them to bring to rehearsal.

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” Ivy said as she checked her phone only to find a disappointing text from Derek.

idiot playwright still talking about edits. hate him. miss you. be there soon as I can.

Great. Emma looked up from her crayons to see her mother frowning at her phone.

“You OK, Mommy?” She asked.

“I’m fine, baby, but Daddy’s going to be a little late.” 

The little girl’s face fell, but this wasn’t the first time she heard something like this. 

“Ok,” she said quietly and went back to coloring. Ivy tried not to notice that she was pushing her crayons on the paper with a bit more force. 

Twenty minutes later she was glad she had ordered the gazpacho for Derek because anything else would have gone cold while they were waiting for him to arrive. She had finished her salad and had gotten Emma to eat some of her grilled cheese, but her daughter had insisted on saving the majority of her lunch to eat with Derek. She was still working hard on her drawing when Ivy’s phone lit up with another text.

pulling up now.

Ivy looked across the street to see a cab pull up to the curb. “Finally,” she said.

Emma’s head whipped up at the sound of her mother’s voice. She followed her gaze to the cab where they could now see Derek getting out.

“Daddy!” she said and before Ivy could stop her she grabbed her drawing, jumped out of her seat and ran into the street to meet Derek.

“EMMA!” Ivy heard herself screaming she chased after her, but Emma was already pretty far ahead. 

Derek seeing what was happening sprinted to their daughter and grabbed her up just as an on-coming car slammed on it’s brakes.

Ivy’s heart had stopped. She didn’t even realize what was happening until the car honked it’s horn aggressively telling them to get out of the street.

Instinctively, Ivy flipped the driver off and tried to resist the urge to go over there and beat the shit out of him for almost hitting her child. Derek was walked over to her with a now crying Emma.

M-my picture! My pic-picture!” Emma wailed. Ivy inspected her closely as Derek sat her down at their table, making sure there wasn’t a scratch or bruise or broken bone before she registered that Emma no longer had her drawing. It must have gotten lost in the shuffle somehow. That was why she had run into the street, to give Derek her picture.

“Emma Margaret Wills, you are not to ever, EVER, do that again. You DO NOT run into the street like that. It’s not safe. You could have been seriously hurt!” Ivy felt herself begin to cry. She was relieved that nothing more serious had happened, but she was still angry and scared. At Emma for running into the street. At herself for yelling at her daughter. At Derek for being late. At herself again for not being a better mother. She felt like a failure on all accounts.

“B-but I had to show Daddy the picture and now it’s gone,” Emma choked out between tears.

“Emma,” Derek said with such force that it momentarily ceased her tantrum, “I don’t care about your picture. The only thing I care about is that you and your mum are safe. You should never go in the street with out a grown up. Do you understand?”

Emma just nodded her head.

“Good,” Derek said as he pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Now how about you make me another drawing while I eat my lunch?”

They spent the next several minutes in silence. Ivy had wiped away her tears and tried to get her breathing back to normal. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened, but she couldn’t help thinking that spending so much time away from Emma was the route of the problem.

“I think I need to take a break,” she said suddenly.

“You’re not even eating,” Derek looked up from his gazpacho, confused.

“No, I mean from working. Well, not working entirely, but the soap has been asking me back and they’re really flexible. If I wanted I could make it so I only have to shoot a few times a month or less….”

“Whoa, slow down,” Derek interrupted. “What are you talking about?”

“Derek,” Ivy began looking at their daughter who was quietly coloring and pretending not to listen to her parents. “We have both been working not stop since Emma was born, I don’t want to miss everything. My mother missed everything. This was a wake-up call. I need to back away for a while.”

Derek sat quietly. Ivy was sure he was about to try and talk her out of it, but her mind was made up. The theatre world needed to take a back seat for a while, she loved her work, but her daughter had to come first. She couldn’t let- 

“I’m going to quit the play,” Derek said suddenly.

“What?”

“You’re right. We need to pull back. I hate the bloody thing anyway.”

“You can’t do that,” It was one thing for her to put her career on hold, but Derek’s was still in a more fragile place than her’s was.

“Why the hell not? We’ve both got our Tony’s for Gatsby. We don’t really need the money. You can do the soap and I’ll direct the occasional CSI.” 

“Derek, your reputation -”

“I don’t give a -” he turned to look at his daughter who was taking a bite out of her grilled cheese and not even bothering to hide the fact that she was listening anymore, “flying you-know-what about my reputation, Ivy. I care about our family.”

He had a point. 

“A flying what, Daddy?” Emma suddenly asked. Ivy laughed. Derek laughed. Emma was still confused, but she just went back to her drawing.

They were a family. And their family came first.

ouabree-deactivated20160714  asked:

Ivy meets Megan Hilty

(AN: Sorry it took so long!)

Ivy pulled her lipstick out of her purse and expertly reapplied it in the bathroom mirror. She had to present a lifetime achievement award in a little bit and like hell she was going onstage without her lips being that perfect shade of berry red.

Though she might have been a little too focused on her make-up because she didn’t see the bathroom door begin to open and it hit her in the arm.

“Ow!”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” A woman exclaimed as she walked in. 

Ivy checked to make sure that her lipstick was alright and then turned to see that she had been hit with a door by none other than Megan Hilty.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been standing so close to the door anyway,” Ivy tried to say calmly. Megan Hilty was a legitimate Broadway star, she had to stay cool, but it was a little intimidating. 

Megan looked at her for a second and then her face lit up with recognition. 

“Wait,” she said. “Ivy Lynn? I’m Megan, it’s so nice,well, weird running into you here.”

Ivy tried not to let her jaw drop. Megan Hilty knew who she was?

“Nice to meet you,” Ivy said. “I’m a big fan. I saw 9 to 5, like seven times.” 

Well, so much for playing it cool.

“That’s so sweet,” Megan exclaimed. “I saw Bombshell last year and I was blown away. I cried. Really. It’s so strange we haven’t met before now.”

“I know!” Ivy didn’t believe this was happening. “I heard you just got married. Congratulations.” 

“Thanks! Any wedding plans for you and Derek anytime soon?” Megan asked with a gossipy grin.

Ivy laughed. “I’m trying to get our daughter to sleep through the night first. What about you? Will we be hearing the pitter-patter of little feet in the Gallagher-Hilty household?”

Megan laughed too. “Not just yet.”

“Good call.” Ivy put her lipstick back in her clutch. “I’m glad we finally got a chance to meet, but I have to go present an award any minute now, so-” How do you end a conversation like this? 

“Of course,” Megan waved off any awkwardness. “Good luck. Us blondes have to stick together you know. It was great meeting you.”

“You too.” 

Ivy walked out the door and, as soon as it closed all the way, did a little dance. How cool was that, she thought.

lili-is-utterly-strange  asked:

Divy: their child dedicates his/her tony to her parents :)

(AN: Ok so I know that usually Divy Child’s is an actress, but my head cannon is convinced that she is a dancer/choreographer, so just be warned…)

Emma Wills sat stick straight in her seat as they announced the nominees. Her mother - who had already won earlier in the night for Supporting Actress - was sitting in on her left and was holding her hand reassuringly. She wished she could say the same for her father (who was still waiting for Best Direction of a Musical) who was practically crushing her right hand.

“And the winner for Best Choreography goes to…”

The moment seemed to last forever. Emma didn’t think she could handle it a second longer. This was everything she had been working towards since she was four years old and took her first dance class. Years of freelancing around the city - making dances for commercials and music videos - refusing to use her famous name to her advantage. Finally, she had gotten this show of her own merit and she was being recognized and-

“Emma Wills, Cold Weather Sports.”

Emma felt her parents envelope her in a double hug. She thought she heard her mother say I love you and her father whisper something about how proud he was, but, honestly, she could barley process the fact that she was walking up to the stage to accept her Tony Award. 

She got up to the podium and was handed her statue. It seemed heavier than the other her parents had one over the years. She stared at it for a second and then realized that she had to speak. 

“Oh, wow,” she stumbled, trying to find the right words. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you to the producers and the fantastic crew, and the cast -especially our incredible ensemble who dance their asses off every night.” 

That got a huge cheer. Presumably from every dancer in the audience who had ever slaved away onstage just to make a star look good. She looked around at the packed room and caught sight of where her Ivy and Derek were sitting. Tears were streaming down her mother’s face and her father looked like he was seconds away from doing the same. Suddenly, it clicked. She knew what she had to say.

“I have been so incredibly blessed in my life,” she began. “My parents, Ivy Lynn and Derek Wills showed me a world of magic and wonder and music.  Their love of theatre was infectious, but they still allowed me to go my own way. I am so grateful for that. Mom, Dad, this wouldn’t be possible without you. Thank you both so much.”

Emma looked at her parents one last time before leaving the stage. Ivy was clapping wildly and wiping her eyes. Derek held her hand and caught his daughter’s eye. 

I love you, he mouthed.

Emma smiled and took her first Tony offstage.

briangallaghers  asked:

the first time Ivy and Derek take their kid to a broadway show

(AN: This one is a little short because I literally have to be on a plane in three hours, but I wanted to get it out before I left.)

“I just don’t want to be those people,” Derek said as Ivy handed him his jacket.

“The people who take their children to see musicals? What, would you rather her do something practical with her time?” his wife asked sarcastically.

“I don’t want to be the bloke who takes a child to the theatre when they can’t handle it. What if she cries? What if she gets restless? It’s distracting,” he said worried. He had a reputation of professionalism to protect.

“Derek, babe, she’s not an infant. She’s four going on forty. We have possibly the only mature toddler in Manhattan.” She had a point. Derek didn’t have much experience with kids before his own, but Emma did seem unusually reasonable for someone who couldn’t even read yet.

“Plus,” Ivy continued grabbing her purse and her keys,”you’ve been playing What To Do A The Theatre with her ever since I got these tickets. Relax, it’s Lion King, not Tosca.”

“They’re doing that at the Met this spring.”

“Really? We should get tickets.”

“I already have them on hold,” Derek said with a smile.

Ivy laughed and kissed her husband. “This is why we need to just bite the bullet and take our daughter to a Broadway show. It’s who we are. Now suck it up!”

“Is it time to goooo yet?” Emma yelled from the hallway where she had been waiting to leave for the last half hour.

Derek sighed. It was now or never.

____

Derek had seen The Lion King when it opened years ago - he was friendly with Julie Taymor at the time and had dated a dancer playing a leaf or something - but he hadn’t seen it at least ten years. 

He didn’t really see it during this Wednesday matinee either. He was too busy watching his daughter.

At first it was to make sure Emma was behaving herself, but then when she had become so still and before the opening number he was hit with a fear he didn’t know he had.

What if Emma didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like musicals or plays or ballets? What if, somehow, he and Ivy were raising a philistine? 

But he didn’t have to worry for long because as the first few notes were played and all those weird puppets started coming out of the woodwork Emma’s eyes grew large and sparkled. She sat up in her seat (her very close seat, thanks to her parents’ various connections) and leaned forward.

Derek looked over his daughter’s head and locked eyes with Ivy who was sitting on her other side. She had see the same thing. Emma had caught the bug. She was swept up in the magic of the theatre.

They didn’t watch anything else for the rest of the show.

ouabree-deactivated20160714  asked:

Daughter Divy disturbing their moment.

(AN: Thank you for the prompt! It was so fun. Just an FYI, in my head cannon Divy is in the middle of working on a show, so they don’t have time to have a real wedding and just elope one day.)

Ivy slowly opened her eyes and rolled over to see her brand-new husband smiling at her in bed. 

“Where you watching me sleep?”

The scruffy British man feigned his typical nonchalance and made a face that was supposed to say “Please I have better things to do”, but Ivy knew better.

“You were!”

“Well is it such a crime to watch my wife enjoy some well-deserved rest?” Derek asked.

“Only when my husband doesn’t wake me up so I can do this,” she replied as she pulled him into a kiss. He deepened it and rolled her under him as their hands started to roam around each other in newly-wedded bliss.

“MOMMY! DADDY! ARE YOU AWAKE?” Their toddler suddenly yelled from another room in their apartment. Derek started to sigh, like he was about to give in, but Ivy covered his mouth, she wasn’t giving up this moment quite yet. 

“Emma,” she called, “Daddy and I are very tired, we need to sleep for a little longer.”

“BUT I MADE YOU BREAKFAST!” Emma screamed, clearly disappointed. 

“Sweetheart,” Derek tried, “why don’t you start eating and we will join you in a little bit?”

Emma didn’t say anything else, so it seemed their plan had worked. Derek was about to pick up where he left off, but was interrupted again, this time by his wife.

“What did she mean, make breakfast? She’s three. What is she doing?” Ivy asked suddenly worried.

“She’s probably just eating the left-over cupcakes from last night, darling, it’s fine,” Derek said. He went to kiss her, but Ivy moved her head so all he got was a face full of pillow.

“Our daughter is stuffing her face full of sugar at eight in the morning and you’re OK with that?”

“Ivy, love,” Derek began, his face suddenly serious. “It’s Saturday. We just got married. Tomorrow we have to go to dinner at your mother’s and the day after that we are in tech from now until the end of time. This is our only shot at a honeymoon.”

Ivy looked at him in horror. “You’re right,” she said and then immediately flipped herself over and straddled him as they continued to kiss. Things were starting to heat up until they heard the screech of the smoke alarm coming from the kitchen.

“MOMMY! I THINK THE TOAST IS DONE!”

Ivy and Derek looked at each other in shock and ran into the kitchen to find their daughter standing on a chair staring at the smoking toaster. 

Ivy picked Emma up and moved her farther away from the small fire that Derek was putting out as the alarm continued to sound. Derek opened a window and the noise finally stopped. He turned around and leaned against the wall.

“So much for a bloody honeymoon.” He said. And he started laughing. Pretty soon Ivy joined him. Then a confused Emma began laughing as well. 

They wouldn’t have had it any other way.

lynrosely  asked:

Ivys dad doesn't approve of her and Derek together and does everything he can to change Ivys mind.

(AN: I tried to keep this short, but it didn’t really work. :) Hope you like it!)

Robert Lynn was not a high strung man, he left that to his famous wife. He was not one to start fights. He was an introverted dentist who wouldn’t so much as kill a spider, but you wouldn’t know any of that from the way he spoke to his daughter’s boyfriend at dinner.

All night long it was “Did you see that review of Hit List in the Post? Guess you don’t have a fan in Michael Riedel…” or “Those little dances you put together are cute and all, but why direct?” or, worst of all, “So why did you fired Ivy after that Bombshell workshop?”

Ivy kept trying to defend Derek and change the subject, but Robert kept bringing it back to his endless questions about Derek’s shortcomings. Derek seemed to be taking it in stride, answering all of her father’s questions as politely as if he had simply asked him the time, all the while he tightly clenched his fists under the dinning room table. 

Once dinner was over (thank god) and her mother had ushered Derek into the study to show off her clip-book, Ivy confronted her father as he cleared the table.

“Dad, what are you doing?! Derek is being nothing, but polite and you’re interrogating him like he’s Castro or something.”

Robert stopped and looked at his daughter. “Ivy, I don’t think you should be with that man. He’s no good.”

That man? Dad, that man is the father of my child!”

“Just because he’s the father doesn’t mean you have to be with him. Or that he has to be involved for that matter. He’s probably knocked up some other dancer from what I’ve read. Don’t see him eating dinner with that poor girl’s parents.” 

“I can’t believe you just said that. I know Derek. We are raising this baby together.”

“He’s been married before, did you know that? Twice.” How did her father know that? Had he been digging up dirt on her boyfriend? 

“Yes. I did,” she replied as calmly as she could. “It’s no secret, he told me when we were both working on Marilyn and it didn’t make any more difference to me then than it does now. I don’t care about Derek’s past just like he doesn’t care about mine. The only thing I care about is our future, together, with this baby.” She put her hands over her stomach instinctively. 

The older man’s face softened at that. “Ivy, angel, I’m just worried about you. And the baby. I’m trying to protect you.”

Ivy smiled sadly at her father. “I’m a big girl, Dad. I can take care of myself. I love Derek. He may not have the cleanest record, but neither do I. I trust him completely. And like it or not, he’s apart of my life now, which means he’s also a part of yours, so you at least need to be more passive and less aggressive, OK?”

Robert pulled her into a hug and sighed a little, he knew he wasn’t going to win tonight. “I don’t like it,” he said. “But I guess I can try to be a little more civil.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “Now let’s go rescue him from Mom before she starts showing him her Tony acceptance speeches.”

“Do we have to?” Ivy laughed a little. She loved her Dad and she knew he just wanted the best for her. She was just going to have to convince him that Derek was the best. But that was going to take some time. Luckily, she had plenty of that.

“I guess we could leave them there a little longer..”

ouabree-deactivated20160714  asked:

Discussion Divy when they are married, but in the end all is well.

(AN: Took me a while. Hope this is somewhat what you were looking for…)

“No.”

“Why not?”

Ivy looked at her boyfriend, like he had six heads. “You can’t be serious,” she said. “Do you remember what happened the last time we worked on a show together? You fired me. Then rehired me for the chorus and slept with the star.”

“Well, this time I promise that you will be the only star I sleep with.” Derek said, attempting to win her over with humor. “Come on, Ivy, we’ve changed so much since then; we live together, we have a daughter-”

“Exactly. And how do you think it will affect Emma when we come home fighting over staging every night?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Derek said and left the room before Ivy could get another word in. He returned a second later with their three-year-old in tow.

“Emma, sweetheart,” he said to her. “Do you remember how Daddy’s working on a new musical?”

“Yeah,” the toddler replied enthusiastically. “Tonys!”

“That’s right,” Derek agreed, “I did say it was going to be a contender for the Tony’s this year. Good memory.” He looked at Ivy pointedly.

“Derek, anything you do at this point is a Tony contender. This isn’t convincing me.”

“Emma,” he said, ignoring his girlfriend’s discouragement. “The starring part of this musical would be perfect for Mummy. Don’t you think Mummy should be in the show?”

“Yes! Yay Mommy,” the little girl replied in a way that only the daughter of Theatre People would be taught to do.

“And don’t you think it would be fun for Mummy and Daddy to work together?” he prompted.

“Yes!”

Ivy sighed. She was sure that Derek had bribed Emma to get her to agree to what he was saying, but she had to admit, seeing her daughter this excited had reminded her what was so exciting about the part in the first place. If Derek hadn’t been directing it, she would have already been on the phone with her agent demanding she get her in for an audition….

“If I agree to do this,” she said with a warning look in her eye, “then you have to promise me that whatever happens in rehearsals dose not come home with us.”

Derek smiled cheekily, “I promise. You know me, consummate professional.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied sarcastically and pulled him into a kiss. She couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this. She took her daughter from her husband (husband-slash-director now).

“Well, Emma,” Ivy said. “Looks like Mommy and Daddy are going to Broadway…again.”

“Yay!”

lili-is-utterly-strange  asked:

I'm now gonna spam you because I spent a straight hour scrolling though the Divy fanfic tag andnflckdakcks: Derek brings his child with him when he's meeting with Eileen and Eileen is surprised how good he is with kids (okay it's SORT OF Divy)

(AN: Less than 1,000 words! *does short prompt dance* Enjoy!)

“Eileen, Derek Wills…and company are here,” her assistant paged over the intercom. And company? It was just supposed to be a quick meeting about the show, who else could be with him?

“Hello darling,” Derek said as he entered and kissed her on the cheek. Eileen was quite surprised to see a very small person behind him.

“Hello Derek…hello Emma,” she said addressing Derek’s two year old daughter who was hiding behind her father’s leg. Eileen hadn’t seen her since she was a baby, but there was no mistaking who she was. She did her best to appear welcoming to the little girl and not shocked that Derek had brought her with him. He had never exactly given off the “family man” vibe. 

“Emma,” he said crouching down to her level, “can you say hello to Eileen?”

“Hello,” the little girl said. She wasn’t shy, but she was uncertain of this new woman and her fancy office.

“Ok, sweetheart, why don’t you sit on the couch and play with Ms. Ellie quietly while I talk to Eileen,” Derek said as he pulled a stuffed elephant out of the backpack Emma was wearing and gave it to her. Thankful, not to have to say anything else, Emma immediately took Ms. Ellie and sat on the couch.

Ms. Ellie? Was this Derek or some stay-at-home-dad disguised as the narcissistic, unyielding, inscrutable director she had worked with for so many years? Once Derek was standing at her eye-level again, he saw her quizzical look and rolled his eyes.

“The soap wanted to move Ivy’s scenes up a day and we couldn’t get a sitter on short notice,” he sighed dramatically.  

“It’s not a problem, it’s just a little odd to see you so…domestic.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?” Derek exclaimed. “Is it so hard to believe that I’d be comfortable taking care of my own child?”

He had a point, but still - this was Derek they were talking about. When everyone found out Ivy was pregnant, most of Broadway didn’t even think he’d stick around long enough to even see his baby, let alone parent it. But it seemed they were wrong.

Eileen shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m actually kind of proud, if I’m being honest.” 

It was true. Surprising as this whole scene was, she had always known Derek had a secret sentimental side. Part of the reason she enjoyed working with him so much was getting the chance to see it when he got especially passionate about a scene or a song. But it was really something to see that side of Derek when it was concerning another human.

“That’s very sweet Eileen, but can we talk about the show now? You know, that thing we are getting paid to talk about?”

“Certainly.”

Over the course of the meeting Eileen couldn’t help watching Derek and his daughter. He kept looking back to her every few minutes or so, just to make sure she was alright. It was quite endearing.

The toddler herself, was actually doing fine. She had gotten more comfortable in the office and was having a grand old time with Ms. Ellie, the elephant. She was a gorgeous child. She had her mother’s piercing blue eyes that were softened by her father’s brown hair that hung in soft waves around her face. She was going to grow up to be quite the beauty. Eileen tried not to laugh out loud at the thought of all of Emma’s future beaus meeting Derek. 

“Anything else?” Derek asked interrupting her thoughts. 

“No that’s all, I think. I’ll try to stop by rehearsal sometime this week.”

“We look forward to it,” he said then turned to his daughter to hand her the backpack. “Emma it’s time to put Ms. Ellie away. We’re going to leave in a minute.”

Emma took the bag as her face lit up. 

“Are we going to the movies now?” she asked excitedly. Derek nodded and the girl smiled even wider.

“What are you seeing?” Eileen asked amused.

“My Fair Lady!” Emma shouted. She was going to be a spitfire, Eileen could tell.

“Ironic,” she said.

Derek smiled, “I thought so.”

“Well,” Eileen bent down to Emma as she grabbed something from the secret drawer in her desk, “if you are going to the movies then you most definitely need some candy to eat while you watch.”

“Thank You ‘Leen!” the little girl said as she took the candy bar Eileen had given her and hugged her quickly. Derek looked at the gift. 

“Chocolat Bonnat?” he read. “Are you giving my daughter imported French chocolate?”

“What did you think I would have Hershey’s?” She asked.

“Of course not. Come on Emma, time to go.”

“Bye ‘Leen!” The girl yelled as she left the office.

“Goodbye Emma,” Eileen said as she watched Derek Wills - the family man - escort his daughter to the elevator.

anonymous asked:

"Ivy tells her mother she is pregnant and Leigh does not react well."

(AN: not my best, but at least it’s done before I go away tomorrow…)

Ivy sat in the dressing room nervously reapplying her make up. Today was her mother’s last performance in Bombshell. Eileen was throwing her a party tonight to celebrate. By tomorrow morning she would be back in Connecticut and resume retirement. It would be months before Ivy would have to see her again. She tried not to appear giddy at the thought.

“You almost ready, darling?” Derek asked, interrupting her internal struggle as he entered. Ivy wondered if Leigh had noticed that she was back together with Derek. It had been two weeks since the Tony’s and she hadn’t said anything. They weren’t hiding it from her - it was the only thing they weren’t hiding from her - but they hadn’t said it out loud to anyone and Leigh hadn’t said anything about it to them. Ivy figured she knew, but had other things to worry about. Like herself.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to her with you?” Ivy could tell Derek was trying to be cool and above it all, but she knew the last thing he wanted to do was to tell The Leigh Conroy that he’d knocked-up her daughter.

“No,” Ivy said. “It’s okay. It’ll probably be better with just me anyway.”

“If you insist.” He gave his girlfriend a quick kiss. “I’ll meet you at the party. Let me know how it goes.”

“Oh, I will.”

Ivy finished her make-up just as Leigh burst into the dressing room.

“Darling, what is taking you so long? I saw Derek walk out of the building! I had hoped we’d all go to the party together,” her mother exclaimed. So she did know about them. And it seemed like she was in favor of her relationship. Ivy felt herself get a bit more confident.

“I asked him to give us some space. I wanted to talk to you.”

“What about, sweetheart?”

Ivy took a deep breath. “I just-I just wanted to say how wonderful you were tonight. And every night. I know I wasn’t crazy about it at first, but I really loved doing this show with you, Mom.” 

Leigh’s eyes shown in a way Ivy had only seen a few times in her life.

“I did too darling,” she said. She looked at Ivy, scanning her face. “But that’s not what you wanted to tell me.”

Ivy took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Mom. I’m pregnant.”

Leigh’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. It’s Derek’s. We’re going raise it together.”

“Ivy! How could you do this?” Leigh snapped.

“Well, I didn’t plan it-”

“Obviously! Oh, Ivy how could you be so foolish! You’ve waited years to get your big break and now you’re going to just throw it all away.” 

Ivy stood up. This was not going the way she had hoped. 

“I’m not throwing it away. I’m  having a baby!” 

Leigh grabbed Ivy’s shoulders. 

“A baby could ruin everything, darling. I’m trying to look out for you,” she said.

“Did a child ruin everything for you?” Ivy asked. Leigh sighed. They both knew that neither one of them was going to sway the other tonight or possibly ever. 

Ivy knew deep down that her mother did this out of love, but it didn’t make her reaction hurt any less. 

“Alright,” she said “let’s put this on hold for tonight. Tonight is about you.”

“Alright, darling,” Leigh agreed. “But you have to tell your father and brother about this.”

“Can’t wait.”

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Prompt: Karen and Ivy getting together a little after the Tonys, as Jimmy's in jail and Derek's left...

“I can’t believe he just left,” Karen said. After the Tony’s she hadn’t heard from Derek, which was odd. She had asked around and finally someone told her about Ivy and the baby. She was shocked. Sure, Karen wasn’t Ivy’s biggest fan, but she felt like she had to reach out to her. Let her know that she had some support - even if it came from someone you didn’t like very much. Which is why they were currently talking about Derek’s disappearing act over lunch.

Ivy took a sip of her tea and sighed. “Well, LAMDA wanted him back to teach for the semester and he figured he should lay low for a little bit anyway…”

“But where does that leave you?” Karen asked. “I mean, I’m not trying to pry or anything -”

“No, I know,” Ivy interrupted. She looked at her mug and reminded herself not to cry in front of Karen Cartwright. “I just don’t know what that means for us. I guess we’ll find out when he comes back - if he comes back.”

“He’ll come back,” Karen said softly. “I’m sure of it.”

“I’m not.” Ivy choked back a tear and decided to change the subject.

“But what about you? How are you doing? I heard about Jimmy.”

“How could you not? It’s in all the papers. Tony Nominated Composer Goes to Jail..” Karen trailed off. 

She was trying to be strong for Jimmy’s sake, but he wasn’t around to hear what everyone was saying about them. About the show. With Derek vanished and Ana on tour, Ivy was the first person she could really talk to about what was happening. If she was being honest, that was part of the reason she called Ivy to meet her today. 

“It’s hard,” she continued. “They posted our closing notice today. We’ve known for a while. Jerry thought it would be better to close before this…scandal, got any more out of hand, or whatever.”

“I’m sorry,” Ivy said. Her show wasn’t closing, but she would have to leave soon, because of the baby. She knew what it was like to have to say goodbye to something you worked so hard on. “Have you thought about what you are going to do next?”

Karen shook her head. “I mean I have a few auditions coming up, but nothing special.”

“Something will come up.” Ivy knew it would. Like her or not, Karen was talented. She would go far if she kept at it, and Ivy knew she would.

“You know,” Karen said, “I know we aren’t, like, friends or anything, but if you ever have a doctor’s appointment or something and you don’t want to go alone, you can always call me. I know you have Tom and Sam and everyone, but you know…” She wasn’t really sure what she was saying, but Ivy was being so nice to her - Karen wanted to try to be as nice back.

“I do. Thanks.” Ivy said. “I might take you up on that.” She knew Karen must be feeling lonely. She was lonely too. It couldn’t hurt to have an extra person to coo over ultrasound pictures with. 

“I’m glad you called today.”

“Me too.”