Kim POV
I'm going to be a mother.
This was a sentence I had to repeat to myself every morning so I would believe it. I was so happy. I'm having a baby. Jared and I were having a baby. A baby!
Now I had to tell my mother, that I'd be a mother. That would be interesting.
I had the day off so I decided now was a good time to do it.
I knew Yaya would be supportive, I just knew she'd have a little crisis about being a grandmother at her age.
I saw that Billy's truck wasn't in the driveway and guessed he must have been over at Charlie's. I ran up the steps and hesitated at the door. I haven't lived here in a year am I supposed to knock? I shook my head thinking I was stupid and walked inside. Yaya was sprawled on the living room floor, huddled in a blanket and watching Under the Tuscan Sun. I sighed as I saw her, some things never change. "Yaya."
"Hey baby girl what are you doing here?"
"Some welcome."
"Oh shut your face."
I stuck my tongue out at her as I laid down beside Yaya, and she wrapped me up in the blanket and squeezed me next to her. "Yaya I have something to tell you."
Just then Yaya sat up and paused the movie. I knew it was her super mom hearing detecting that what I had to say was serious, and she needed to listen. Her brown eyes narrowed as she looked me over. She looked at my wedding ring, nodded knowing I was still in fact married. She took in my face next, as if she could find injury, or every emotion I've ever had. I smiled, and she nodded seeing the news was good. Then her eyes continued down to zero in on my stomach, which I then placed a hand on, confirming her latest suspicion. Her eyes snapped to my face as they filled, and I bit my lip.
"You're pregnant?"
I nodded slowly, waiting for her to scream or yell. Instead she screeched and clapped then grabbed me in a hug. "You're not mad?"
"Of course not! I'm just happy so I'm crying. My baby is having a baby! Oh how far along are you? How is Jared about it? Who else knows?"
"Yeesh Yaya. Um I'm only a few weeks along, I'm due in June. Jared is through the roof, and everyone in the family knows, except for Louise and Elan, I'm going there next. Jared is over telling Mingan now."
"Oh boy."
"I think that conversation will consist of 'Hey dad Kim and I are having a baby….Oh son that's great.' And then they hug and that will be that."
We laughed and Yaya hugged me again, and we gushed about the baby for a while. In the back of my mind I wondered how it was going with Mingan and Jared.
Yaya sensed this and brushed at my hair. "You know they'll be just fine."
"Yea I know. You know Yaya I thought I'd be more nervous about being a mommy. Then the plus sign came up, and I wasn't at all. You know why?"
"Why?" She looked at me curiously and I smiled.
"Because I'm gonna be just like you."
Jared POV
I wasn't sure how I was going to word it with my dad. I knew he'd be happy, but I also knew my dad was a man of few words, so who knew what he'd say.
I phased and ran over, hearing Sam reassuring me it wouldn't be bad. He was still reeling from him and Em telling her parents and her dad almost busting a vein in his forehead.
I got to the house to see dad on the roof, patching stuff up. "Old man you better be careful up there."
I heard him laugh and start his way down the ladder. "I have a project coming up in Seattle in a week so I want to finish the roof before that."
"What's the project?"
"A group of offices. Nothing that will change the world."
Dad looked at me then. "You got something to tell me."
"What?"
"It's all over your face I can tell."
"You're too old to even see my face dad."
He stood looking at me. And put his hand on my shoulder. "Is everything ok?"
I laughed. "Better than ok dad." I took a deep breath and let it out. "Kim's pregnant."
I couldn't believe the look on my dad's face. It was a look I hadn't seen since I was little, and my mom was still alive. He looked ecstatic. He gave me a bear hug, and laughed for a minute. "You're gonna have a family of your own son!"
I beamed at him. "Yea I know. Dad, do you think I'll be a good father?"
He looked at me and shook his head. Not in answer, but at the question. "What the hell kind of a question is that. I can't think of anyone better suited to be a father than you kid."
I smiled at my dad. Thinking of all the time's I was sure he would have rather died than face life without my mom. Yet, he kept going for me. He always was there, and he always helped me, and got me whatever I needed. "I can think of one better." I looked right at him when I said it, and my dad nodded blinking a lot.
I was going to be a dad, and I knew exactly who taught me how to be a good one.
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