Each member of Bravo as they discover the developing relationship of Jameelah and Mikey. Written for SEAL Team Week 2020.
Inspired by a comment from Mary 1213 on my other fic, The Date:
"I loved It, thank you. After Reading i started to imagine what bravo would do IF It was Mickey dating jameelah, Ray and Jason would fight so much and Sonny would have a blast."
Thanks for letting me run with this idea!
Clay - Trapped
The knocking was incessant. Clay was contemplating his hand gun as he pried himself off the couch. The hand gun was in a lock box upstairs though, and there was zero chance of walking past the baby's room without waking the little monster.
"What?!" Clay yanked the door open to find Jameelah. Her dark hair, usually straightened and slacked into some odd bun, was currently frizzie and doing it's best impersonation of a wasp's nest. Clay sighed, stepped back, "What's wrong, Meela?"
"Everything!" Jameelah's shriek was whispered and she immediately began pacing his living room. "Everything is wrong because I was not suppose to fall in love! It was suppose to be dinner, reconnecting, maybe some mutual complaining about our dads! It was not-"
Clay grabbed her body the shoulders and lowered his head to make eye contact, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Mikey!" Jameelah's hands flew up as Clay's brow furrowed. "Michael Hayes? Ya know, my dad's best friend's son who I stupidly started dating thinking it wouldn't amount to anything." Jameelah enunciated every word and Clay had never felt so dumb.
Clay released her shoulders and Jameelah started pacing again. "Did I know you were dating Mikey?" Jameelah glared at him. He rubbed the back of his head, "You told me?" She nodded, lips pulled tight in a condescending smile, "Was this before ir after the baby was born?"
"Uncle Clay!" Jameelah growled, her hands flew up into her hair, "You're suppose to be helping here."
"Rig-ht…" Clay scratched his head. Jameelah smacked his arm. "Right!" He cleared his throat, "So what, exactly, is the problem?"
Jameelah turned, hands on her hips and head cocked to the side. Clay had never appreciated the resemblance to Naima more. And by appreciated, he meant been afraid of.
Clay chuckled, "Why is being in love with Mikey a bad thing?"
"Oh. I don't know, maybe because I live in Boston and he lives in Philadelphia, to start." Clay shrugged at Jameelah's sarcasm. "How 'bout because of his traveling? He's a hockey player, Uncle Clay, a hockey player!"
Clay blinked. Jameelah stomped her foot. "I'm really not seeing it, and I'm pretty sure that's not just the sleep deprivation talking."
"I have one year left on my Ph.D, this is 100% the most inconvenient time for me to fall in love, with anyone! Let alone someone who comes with all sort of extra issues." Jameelah crossed her arms. Clay began to worry about the trail she was blazing in his carpet.
"Distance, timing, inconvenient as they may be, aren't really insurmountable issues here Meelah. So, what's really wrong?" Clay stepped into her path. Jameelah stopped.
She averted her eyes, shoulders rising up.
"And please god, for Ray's sake, tell me you're not pregnant?" Clay's hands rose to his heart, "Do you know what Ray will do to me if he finds out I knew? What Naima will do to me?"
"I'm not pregnant," Jameelah rolled her eyes and Clay let out a very dramatic breath. It included crossing himself. Jameelah shoved him back to continue pacing, "But I will admit that the prospect of telling my parents that I'm dating someone aren't exactly exciting to me."
Clay's dramatic rendition of relief froze mid-facial expression, "Wait...you haven't told them you're dating someone? At all?" Clay's face drained of color. "I know nothing about this!" Clay pointed a finger at Jameelah as he walked back to his couch. He plopped down, turned away. "Nothing!"
Jameelah snorted, "Oh please. You're the one that told me to give him a chance in the first place, Uncle Clay." Jameelah stalked towards the door, "This is all ~your fault~ to begin with!" The door slammed behind her. The baby started crying.
With a cringe and sigh, Clay stood up. "I cannot be held responsible for actions done while sleep deprived." Clay nodded to himself, "Ray'll buy that." Naima would not.
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