A/N: Well, here you go, a fairly long one this time (Finally, a good use
for maths lessons). Enjoy
Ianua
Chapter 4 Waking Lydia
"Lydia's asleep" She smiled "You can see her when she wakes up if you like. Anyway, come on in for a drink, it'll have to be coffee, we're all out of anything stronger"
"Who the fuck is Lydia?" Jay looked, if possible more confused than ever.
"My daughter"
"Oh that's just fucking perfect, it gets to the end of the fuckin' WORLD, and you promise to fuck me, and then when the world doesn't end, you run off and have someone else's kid. Who's the guy anyway?"
"There wasn't one, she just..um...got there"
"What the f-"
Jay was cut short by a dig in the ribs from Silent Bob that told him this wasn't something he wanted to hear.
Bethany broke the awkward silence that resulted "Anyway...come on in"
"It's a bit of a mess" Bethany apologised, leading them down a narrow corridor and into the kitchen. "But, well, beggars can't be choosers. I got it cheap, it was a wreck, windows smashed, garden overgrown, but well, it's getting better, slowly" She continued to ramble as she made three mugs of strong coffee and handed two of them to Jay and Bob.
There were half-unpacked boxes here and there, showing the short time she'd been living there. A new job in London meant leaving New Jersey, not necessarily a bad thing, Bethany thought. Lydia had been born shortly afterwards, and was now approaching two months old.
The kitchen was, like the hallway, tiny. Paint-splattered dustsheets covered the floor, and a fresh layer of warm yellow paint glistened on the walls. The ceiling was a skylight, slightly yellowed around the edges, but letting light and warmth into the small room.
For once, even Jay didn't have much to say, it was just one of the quiet moments that are almost like punctuation or a pause for breath in life. The three simply stood, sipping their coffee and thinking to themselves. The quiet lasted around five minutes, before a baby's cry sounded from upstairs. "Back in a minute" Bethany sighed, before hurrying out of the room and up the rickety staircase that led upstairs.
When she got to the landing, the crying stopped. She could hear a low voice from Lydia's room, someone murmuring to Lydia, hushing her. She froze, listening. Softly, she crept toward Lydia's door, and, taking a deep breath, pushed it open. There, in the middle of the room, stood the Metatron, shushing the small, blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms, a slight smile on his face.
Ianua
Chapter 4 Waking Lydia
"Lydia's asleep" She smiled "You can see her when she wakes up if you like. Anyway, come on in for a drink, it'll have to be coffee, we're all out of anything stronger"
"Who the fuck is Lydia?" Jay looked, if possible more confused than ever.
"My daughter"
"Oh that's just fucking perfect, it gets to the end of the fuckin' WORLD, and you promise to fuck me, and then when the world doesn't end, you run off and have someone else's kid. Who's the guy anyway?"
"There wasn't one, she just..um...got there"
"What the f-"
Jay was cut short by a dig in the ribs from Silent Bob that told him this wasn't something he wanted to hear.
Bethany broke the awkward silence that resulted "Anyway...come on in"
"It's a bit of a mess" Bethany apologised, leading them down a narrow corridor and into the kitchen. "But, well, beggars can't be choosers. I got it cheap, it was a wreck, windows smashed, garden overgrown, but well, it's getting better, slowly" She continued to ramble as she made three mugs of strong coffee and handed two of them to Jay and Bob.
There were half-unpacked boxes here and there, showing the short time she'd been living there. A new job in London meant leaving New Jersey, not necessarily a bad thing, Bethany thought. Lydia had been born shortly afterwards, and was now approaching two months old.
The kitchen was, like the hallway, tiny. Paint-splattered dustsheets covered the floor, and a fresh layer of warm yellow paint glistened on the walls. The ceiling was a skylight, slightly yellowed around the edges, but letting light and warmth into the small room.
For once, even Jay didn't have much to say, it was just one of the quiet moments that are almost like punctuation or a pause for breath in life. The three simply stood, sipping their coffee and thinking to themselves. The quiet lasted around five minutes, before a baby's cry sounded from upstairs. "Back in a minute" Bethany sighed, before hurrying out of the room and up the rickety staircase that led upstairs.
When she got to the landing, the crying stopped. She could hear a low voice from Lydia's room, someone murmuring to Lydia, hushing her. She froze, listening. Softly, she crept toward Lydia's door, and, taking a deep breath, pushed it open. There, in the middle of the room, stood the Metatron, shushing the small, blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms, a slight smile on his face.