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Feb. 11th, 2010 10:02 pm
Drabble-Month: Day #11
“I may throw up on you,” is what she warns him as she slides into the seat beside him and Jim flinches at the prospect of some haggard girl – who’s really a woman – spewing her lunch on his lap. She doesn’t and Jim lets the matter drop, writes it off as just a fear of flying.
He’ll learn a year later that ‘I may throw up on you’ is code for ‘I’m pregnant and I just might experience morning sickness in your lap’. He doesn’t know that then. Hell, he doesn’t know that for a full year because Bones is stupidly secretive, he doesn’t see her enough, and she wears strategically placed hoodies.
He hates Leah McCoy as much as he loves her for hiding her pregnancy from him.
Now, though, little Joanna is three months old, he and Bones are fighting, and he’s reduced to sneaking into daycares in order to see this tiny little child that he isn’t sure he knows how to care for, but that he knows he wants to provide for, if only in love and cherishing alone. The daycare workers know him well enough that they entrust Joanna into his arms and he doesn’t go very far. He’s perched on the mats as he curls Jo in his arms and they stare at the ceiling together, moments away from a daily nap.
“You think I’ll ever understand your mother?” he wonders plaintively as she grabs for his nose.
Jim just sighs and listens to Jo cooing.
“Yeah, that’s what I think too,” he responds to her, as if she’s utterly making sense and they’re both on the same side against the strange conundrum that is Leah McCoy.
He’ll learn a year later that ‘I may throw up on you’ is code for ‘I’m pregnant and I just might experience morning sickness in your lap’. He doesn’t know that then. Hell, he doesn’t know that for a full year because Bones is stupidly secretive, he doesn’t see her enough, and she wears strategically placed hoodies.
He hates Leah McCoy as much as he loves her for hiding her pregnancy from him.
Now, though, little Joanna is three months old, he and Bones are fighting, and he’s reduced to sneaking into daycares in order to see this tiny little child that he isn’t sure he knows how to care for, but that he knows he wants to provide for, if only in love and cherishing alone. The daycare workers know him well enough that they entrust Joanna into his arms and he doesn’t go very far. He’s perched on the mats as he curls Jo in his arms and they stare at the ceiling together, moments away from a daily nap.
“You think I’ll ever understand your mother?” he wonders plaintively as she grabs for his nose.
Jim just sighs and listens to Jo cooing.
“Yeah, that’s what I think too,” he responds to her, as if she’s utterly making sense and they’re both on the same side against the strange conundrum that is Leah McCoy.
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