So, I was reading this Ichabbie fic, and there was an Ichabbie baby. It put me in my feels. Now, here I am: writing another moment with Miracle and Ichabbie. Not the best, but I do like it. I found it funny. Enjoy. :)
"Do you think she's okay?" Abbie said to Crane.
They stared at their daughter in the front yard. She sat under a tree doing homework. She wanted to come home this weekend from college. She said she had to talk to them, specifically, Abbie.
"Perhaps. She's been doing well in university for the last four months. That is not the issue though. She's been really happy lately. Of course, I want our daughter happy all the time, but it's as if she's—"
"More in love with Tyler?"
"Yes, I believe so. He's only been back once. She was the happiest I've ever seen her then. They talk on the phone and write to each other all the time. I'm very joyful they are communication. However, there is something about those letters lately…"
Abbie nodded her head. "You wonder what's in them? At first she read them in front of us, but now she doesn't. She goes to her room or outside. She doesn't even write her letters in the kitchen anymore."
"The question is why."
"We're being nosy, Crane. Their letters are private," she said. "Not our business."
"Indeed. However, when our daughter comes from her room blushing, I can't help but wonder. I have written you a love note or two."
Abbie smirked at him. "I remember. They did make me blush. I still have all of them. Sometimes I still read them."
"Do you think the nature of their letters has changed? Do you suppose our Miracle is receiving love letters from Mr. Tyler?"
She glanced at Miracle. "Possibly. But Crane, you know what's in those letters, right? That's probably what she wanted to talk to me about."
She raised her eyebrows at him. He lowered his, then his eyes got big. He stood up.
"Absolutely not. That is the most inappropriate behavior from Mr. Tyler—. My daughter couldn't possibly be writing about—. She's not ready for that kind of—. Absolutely not. I won't stand for it." He sat back down, fixed his coat and mumbled something.
Abbie laughed at him. "Come on. You did write me love notes, too."
He huffed. "My notes were appropriate for a lady. They were heartfelt, yet harmless. They were not, not, that."
"Eventually they led to it, specifically the last one. You said you'd give your breathe to me if I asked. I was touched. After that, well, my panties were off. Maybe Miracle is touched." She shrugged.
"Our daughter is not planning on having," he squirmed and wiggled his fingers, "relations with Mr. Tyler when he returns next week."
"I get it. She's still your baby. No dad wants to think about their daughter having sex for the first time." She grabbed his hands.
"No. I won't allow it, Abbie. It is preposterous. Her body and mind is not fully equipped to handle—. Would you mind having a word with her?"
She laughed at him again. "Crane, she's eighteen with a boyfriend who she rarely sees. It was bound to happen. They want some kind of connection with each other."
"That may be so. However, they shouldn't want that kind of connection. Not until she's married. Are you condoning this behavior?"
"Crane, I don't want Miracle having sex just as much you do. She's so young. She has school to focus on, a life to build. But sex will be a part of her life also. We can't ignore that. We certainly can't tell her not to do it. Legally, she's an adult. She doesn't even have to live with us. We'll just have to make sure she gets birth control and condoms and get tested for STD's. Miracle doesn't have any. I don't think Tyler does either, but still. All bases need to be covered. We'll also have to start taking her to the gynecologist if she's going to be sexually active."
"I do not like this at all. Who knows where Tyler has had his most intimate part?"
She laughed again. "What? 'His most intimate part?' His penis, you mean?"
"Abbie, our daughter simply cannot do that with him. Not yet."
"She may not sleep with him. We've already spoken to her about sex when she first hit puberty. She knows she'll have to take precautions. She's not going to give herself away to anyone. I don't want her to do this either, Crane. It's just as hard for me as it is you. If she were though, I'd rather it be Tyler. She could've picked worse. He's got something going for him."
He sighed. "I suppose you're right, Leftenant. It's still hard though."
She nodded. "It's a part of life. She'll have her first time sooner or later. Even when she's married, you'll still be freaking out about it anyway."
"I simply can't help it. No man will ever be good enough for my little Treasure."
"She's not little anymore." Abbie stood up, patted his shoulder and kissed his lips. "I'll go talk to her."
"Please tell her, as I've heard Miss Jenny say, that I sincerely hope her legs will remain forever closed. May no young man dare to—" he sighed, closed his eyes, "enter her."
She shook her head at him. "Crane, I'll be back. Keep your cool."
He nodded and folded his hands in his lap. He mumbled something else as Abbie walked off.
"Hey, mom."
"Hey," Abbie sat down across from Miracle. "Didn't you say you wanted to talk to us?"
She nodded. "I wanted to talk to you. Dad may lose it."
She took her daughter's hands. "What is it, M?"
She didn't want her daughter to tell her she thought about having sex with Tyler, but that time would come eventually. She was glad Miracle was open enough to talk to her though, if that's what she wanted to talk about. Some young adults wouldn't.
"It's just—, well—, Tyler and I have been—." She sighed, closed her eyes.
Abbie put her hand on Miracle's cheek. "I'm here."
Miracle bit her lip, took her mom's hand and played with her fingers, avoided her eyes. "Tyler and I are thinking about it."
"About what?"
"Doing it."
"Doing what?"
"Mom, you know what. What you and dad do all the time when you think I can't hear you."
Abbie chuckled. "You and Tyler are thinking about having sex with each other?"
She nodded.
"Can you look at me?"
She looked at Abbie as she bit her lip again.
"I understand. Your dad and I figured this much."
"How?"
"You've been very private with your letters lately. It wasn't hard to see."
She nodded.
"What's got you and Tyler thinking about this?"
She sighed. "Well, I love him. I love him like how you love dad."
Abbie smiled. She thought that was very sweet of her daughter to say. She loved Crane, bond or no bond. But did Miracle really understand the love that she shared with Crane? The intensity of it and just how deep that love went? Did she really know completely? Abbie guessed she did, since Miracle was afraid of losing Tyler. When he first left, she wasn't sleeping during the summer. She barely spoke to them, kept to herself. She went outside a lot and to Jenny's. She also called him every day. When he didn't answer, she'd put on his sweatshirt and stay in bed. It worried them, but they were there for her.
"We barely see each other. I want us to be close even while he's away. To have something. I want him to have a part of me and for me to have a part of him."
"I get it, Miracle. I do, but please think about this. Once you give it away, you can't get it back. Your first time is meant to be special. You can make your own choices. I believe you'll make the right one, but make sure you and Tyler are positive about this."
She nodded her head. "We're pretty close to being sure."
"He's not pressuring you, is he?"
"No. I'm the one that brought it up."
Abbie raised her eyebrows. "Where did this come from?"
"From you and dad."
Abbie blinked a few times, put her hair behind her ear. She didn't remember them telling her daughter to have sex. She's heard them having sex a few times, but they wouldn't outright suggest their daughter do that with someone.
"I don't understand, Miracle."
"What you and dad told me about enjoying every moment with the person you love. I want to do that with Tyler. I saw how you and dad looked at each other when you were talking, too. I want that. I want to always be connected to Tyler, even when things are bad."
She was glad Miracle looked to her and Crane's relationship as a guide, but she didn't want their love to influence the wrong thing.
"You should enjoy those moments, but you can enjoy them without sex. I'm not trying to discourage you, but there are other options."
"Other options aren't enough. We're really thinking about this."
"Will you be ready? Have you really discussed this? What happens if you two have sex, and he breaks up with you? What if he has an STD? You'll be broken. We definitely wouldn't want to see you like that."
"I trust him."
Abbie nodded her head, stared into her daughters eyes. When Miracle had her mind made up that was it. "Do you have any questions?"
"What was your first time like with dad?"
"My first time wasn't with him. It was with my second boyfriend Luke. It was nice, comfortable, but it was nothing compared to your dad."
"What did it feel like with dad then?"
Abbie smiled. She glanced away from her daughter. She never thought she'd be sharing her most intimate moments with her so soon. Abbie bit her lip, then stared at her.
"I was overwhelmed with so much love for him. It was…He was very sensual; he took his time. We really did bond during that moment, completely gave ourselves away. We were reminded of why we needed and loved each other. It gave us strength to continue our fight as Witnesses. Sex did bring us closer, and it still does."
"You make it sound magical."
She pushed her daughter's hair behind her ear. "It is. You'll understand if you decide with Tyler. Some things you'll have to experience on your own. This is one of those things. I can't really tell you. Understand?"
She nodded again.
"Don't rush though. Really think about it. The pros and the cons. And just because you do it with him once doesn't mean you have to do it again. Don't let him pressure you and don't you pressure him. Not that you would, but still. Let me know what you decide, so we can get everything you'll need. Your father and I don't want you to have sex, especially your dad. He was about to be in a grave when I mentioned it to him. Just know we will support you in whatever you do though. We may not always agree, but we're by your side. Always know that."
Miracle squeezed her mom's hand, nodded. Abbie squeezed back and kissed her cheek. She stood up to leave. When she got to the porch, Crane stood up and walked to her. She put her hands on his chest, kissed his lips.
"She's fine, Crane. Don't worry. She hasn't decided anything yet, but when she does, we'll be there for her. Got it?"
He sighed, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Yes, we will. I want her to be happy. If this is what makes her happy, then so be it. But we will be talking to Mr. Tyler and his parents."
"Deal." She played with his lapels. "About those love notes. Perhaps you could write me some more."
"I'll write you as many you want."
"What would they be about, Captain?" She kissed his lips.
"Kissing your lips, your generosity and understanding, touching you skin, discovering your soul over and over again. The possibilities are endless, Leftenant."
"Show me."
"Indeed, I will."
He walked into the house to find a pen and some paper.