Dipper had never relied on alcohol to solve his problems. He didn't drink often and not much when he did. But this was a special case. He just couldn't believe it. He was going to be a father, Wendy Pines his darling wife was pregnant and he didn't know how to cope. His mind flashed to his own childhood, the bullying he had received, the few connections he had made as a child.
As his mind raced with past failures he reached for a very expensive bottle of scotch his Gruncle Stan had given him on his wedding day. He opened the top and poured himself a glass. Taking a swig he thought about his future, there was no doubt in his mind that Wendy would be an amazing mother. She was compassionate and determined and strong. He, he was nothing, a confusing mess of anxieties and science. No child would want him as a father.
Wendy Pines had seen despair. In her 17 years with the Pines Twins she had seen people effected by the strange, dangerous and downright terrifying. But never had she seen something as heartbreaking as the sight that greeted her in Dipper's study. There, slouched over his desk, was her husband, his eyes puffy and red, a nearly empty bottle of scotch in his hand.
Wendy stormed towards him, ripping the bottle from his hands and glaring down at him. "what the hell is this? Are you trying to give yourself alcohol poisoning or something?" Wendy couldn't hide the rage, it boiled inside her like a volcano.
"I'm not good enough, I'm just not." The rage disappeared as soon as she heard his voice, so broken and feeble. She'd only heard him like this once before and that had nearly ended with his untimely demise. She reached out and gently stroked his hair, holding him tightly as he rested his head on her torso. She realises that this wasn't a sudden mood change of a man scared by the concept of becoming a father. This was years of internal issues boiling to the surface in a maelstrom of emotion.
She knew that these were issues she couldn't fix in a night and, in a feat of herculean strength, she scooped her husband into her arms and carried him into their bedroom. Once there she used one hand to pull back the blanket before setting her husband onto the bed. She allowed him to curl into her, wrapping her arms around him. They stayed like this for the night, the only noises,Wendy's gentle coos and Dipper's heartfelt sobs.
A bright beam of sunlight, drifted through the trees and into the window of the Pines cabin. The beam landed harmlessly over the prone form of Dipper Pines, his eyes closed, giving out deep rasping breaths. After an uneasy night, he had finally gotten to sleep with much aid from his wife. After an evening holding and comforting her lover Wendy had drifted to sleep, a hand still tangled in his hair.
Her well needed sleep was interrupted by Dipper's head suddenly shooting up. He looked around frantically, panicking for a moment before noticing his wife's arms on him. He let out a deep breath of relief, the nightmare he had awoken from starting to fade. He hadn't had a nightmare in the last few years not since... That didn't matter now. What mattered was the concerned look his rudely awoken wife was giving him. She reached up and placed a gentle kiss on the constellation that covered his forehead.
"Dipper, you need to tell me what's going on with you." Her voice was concerning, but stern, the implication that if he didn't tell her there would be heavy reproductions.
Dipper let out a shaky breath before beginning to speak. "I can't do it Wendy. I can't be a good father, I can't protect them." he gave a sigh.
"I don't know how to be a father, I don't know what to do. I'm not like you, I'm not strong enough." Tears began to trickle down his cheeks and Wendy reached forwards and began to whipe them away.
After the tears had stopped flowing, Wendy grasped his shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye.
"You listen to me Dipper Pines. You are determined and strong, you've kept me safe all these years and you will do the same for our child. I trust you and I trust you will be able to be the best father you possibly can. And you're not doing it alone, you know Mabel and Pacifica will help us through. And more importantly you have me, I'm going to make sure you do the best job you possibly can. Because I'm Wendy freakin Pines and nothing is going to stop me. "
Letting out a soft giggle, Dipper placed a gentle kiss on her lips before letting out a hushed "I love you." Pulling him into a notorious Corduroy bear hug, she whispered into his ear "I know."
