Warning: Slash! MPREG!
Disclaimer: the famous folks are not mine, the made up ones are.
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Prologue:
There are two pertinent sayings with deer: where there’s one, there more and don’t veer for deer. Eliza is fascinated with deer, because we have a salt lick in our backyard and she can watch the animals feed from our kitchen window. She’s also expert at alerting us to their presence in ditches. Her car seat is positioned in the middle of the back seat so she can see out better.
“Daddy! A deer! A deer!” she shouted, clapping her hands together happily.
I glanced to the right and left and then slammed on my breaks. Thump Damn. Turning the truck off, I got out and inspected the front end of my truck. The deer was lying on the side of the road, just another piece of road kill for the county to clean up. The truck, on the other hand, was dented and scratched, despite the protective bars on the front of the red vehicle. Oh well, I can deal with it later, since Eliza has to get to school. She hasn’t been late for preschool yet and we’re not stopping now.
I got back in the truck and turn the key over, confused when the truck did not rumble to life. The deer is not that big and there is no way it fucking killed this truck. Trust me, this thing is almost like a damn tank. So why it won’t start is beyond me.
“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my hand onto the steering wheel. I took my phone out and called a tow-truck, noting Eliza’s worried look in the mirror. “It’s okay, baby.”
Once the operator answered, I explained where I was and what had happened. She promised to dispatch a truck right away and five minutes later, one of the local toy services was pulling up along side of me.
“Where to?” the woman asked, climbing out of her truck. She looked bored, and I’m wished we didn’t have to ride with her to Mondamin. She was glaring at my stomach, and I placed a protective hand over it. Did I mention that people are still prejudiced against gay people?
“Gary’s Service,” I said with a sigh. I got Eliza’s car seat out of my red truck and hoisted it into the cab of the tow truck. Thanks to my growing stomach, getting into the cab was going to be entertaining. I can’t believe my truck won’t start! Damn deer anyway. “Come on, Eliza, get up here.”
I took her hands as she climbed up onto the running board, then into the cab. I managed to make my way inside, though it was a definitely a struggle, and secured the seat. I was thankful that, at the age of three, she could climb into the car seat on her own. I buckled us both in, still wondering how in the world the deer had done that much damage.
“Daddy? I have to pee,” she said and I cringed, since we were just outside city limits still. She had a look of desperation on her face, and I hoped she wouldn’t have an accident now. After all, she’s still kind of a beginner at this and accidents do still happen from time to time.
“Can you wait until we get to the shop?” I asked, and she nodded, returning her gaze to the windshield. No doubt, this was a great new perspective on the world for her. “As soon as we get there, you can go potty, okay?”
She nodded again, smiling. At least she’s easy to appease, especially considering how easy it is to see things from this high up.
“Daddy? Am I gonna be late for school?” she asked, as the tow truck pulled into town. Thankfully, Mondamin wasn’t that far from where I broke down; sadly, Missouri Valley, where she goes to school, is another 10-15 minutes.
“Yeah, but I’ll call and let them know. Maybe Grandpa Hank can come get us.”
Just my luck, of course, Jacoby was at work. Thankfully, Hank has made a good recovery, if you will, from the death of his wife three years ago. We all still miss her like crazy, but he’s found a new way of life. Mostly, he enjoys babysitting for us, refusing to let us pay him. I took out my phone and dialed the preschool, amazed that my baby was in preschool already. She’d stated two months ago in August, and so far, she was doing fine. We have some tears on occasion when we drop her off, but that’s to be expected.
“Hey Jim,” Gary said, as I got off the phone with her teacher. I studied his face as I put the phone in my pocket and thankfully, he didn’t look grim. “It’s fixable.”
“Oh thank god,” I murmured, right as the baby kicked what I think was my kidney. I flinched and he smiled. “Sorry, organ shot. Damn that one hurt. What’s wrong with it?”
“Looks like mostly front end damage. I need to take a good look of course, but at first look, I don’t see any major damage. Have you called insurance yet?”
“Not yet. I can call LuAnne after I call Hank for a ride. This one has preschool today,” I explained, ruffling my daughter’s hair. She frowned and tried to flatten the slight mess I’d made of it. The tow truck driver handed me the car seat, then filled out a receipt, while I dug $40 out of my wallet. “How long do you think you’ll have it?”
“Hard to say. Right now, probably a week, hopefully less. It depends on if you want Aaron to do the body work or leave it dented and scratched.”
“Let me see what insurance will cover and decide. I want the body work done, but I know we can’t afford it.”
Gary nodded, as he moved to get my truck situated in the bay, while I took Eliza into the front part of the building. I called Hank, who said he’d be right down. I thanked him, sitting my daughter on a stool near the counter in the shop. She leafed through some of the magazines strewn about the counter top, oblivious to the stress this was going to cause. Things are going better for Jacoby and me but there are…financial problems, let’s just say.
“Is Grandpa Hank going to come get us?” Eliza asked, and I nodded, sitting next to her. She was bored with the magazines, so I pulled a book out of her backpack and handed that to her.
The shop is small, but that’s why I like it. I watched early morning commuters come and go from the gas pumps, shivering a bit. It was October, but it wasn’t a warm one. I tightened my coat a bit around myself, rubbing my hands together. Eliza was bundled up to her eyeballs, with her new winter coat, hat, and mitties. They’re not proper mittens because they don’t have a space for her thumb, so we call them mitties.
I nodded to answer her question and she smiled, closing her book. She can’t read yet, but likes to look at the pictures. “Good. I like Grandpa Hank.”
“Same here, kiddo,” I told her, as I tried to get warm. The pregnancy hasn’t been bad, really, but I’m cold all the freaking time. I’m 24 weeks or six months along now and everyone says it should be like having my own personal heater; instead, I’m constantly freezing. “Are you excited to go to school today?”
“Not really. I don’t like the kids there; they’re kind of dumb.”
“Eliza, that’s not nice,” I scolded her, shaking my head. I had a feeling we were going to end up with *that* kid, you know? We started working on basic pre-school stuff with her before she was a year old. By two, she knew her ABCS, could count to 10, and knew her colors and shapes. She’s just a little bit ahead of her peers. If I’m honest, she’s leaps and bounds ahead of them, actually. “I don’t want to hear you say that again, got me?”
“Okay, daddy.” She put her head down on the desk, bottom lip in a full pout and sniffled. She’s good at the crocodile tears in these situations, but I tried to ignore her. The kid hates to be yelled at, but it’s necessary from time to time.
I nodded, relieved when Hank pulled into the station. I told Gary we were leaving, and he offered to install the car seat for me, which I was grateful for. I love being pregnant, but between my slender build and my larger-than-average stomach, some tasks have become difficult. A few minutes later we were off, heading into Missouri Valley so Eliza can at least have some time at school today. Hank had the heat on, yet another thing to be grateful of, and I tried to relax as he drove.
“What happened?” he asked, merging onto the interstate.
I sighed, flipping my phone in my hands; I still had to call LuAnn and Jacoby. Jacoby was not going to take this news well. “I hit a damn deer. I was coming down the county road, heading for the interstate, when the damn thing jumped out of the ditch. I didn’t think it was that big, considering I had the bars on the front of the truck. But the truck is all dented and scratched and it won’t start. I’m going to call LuAnn once we get back home and see if insurance will cover it.”
I felt Hank’s hand on my arm as he took the exit for Mo. Valley and headed for the pre-school. We’d no doubt talk about this more on the way home, as he knew what was going on. I suppose you’re all wondering, but I’ll tell you that in good time. For now, understand that there are problems and all will be clear as we go on here.
“Okay, Miss Eliza,” I said, as we arrived at the preschool. I got out and then helped her down, making sure she had her backpack. It’s mostly filled with a couple changes of clothes just in case, but she still needs it. “Let’s get going; you’re already late.”
It was only nine, but she’s usually here by 830. I hurried her inside, handing her pack off to Miss Laura, her teacher. The kids were sitting down for morning snack and Eliza hurried to her friends. I had to laugh, as she’s usually in tears by now. I called goodbye to her and apologized to her teacher for being late.
“Not your fault. We’ll see you at 3.”
I hurried from the building and then hoisted myself into the truck, hoping to get home before my bladder decided to burst. The kid was sitting right on it and I rubbed my stomach to encourage movement. With a sigh of defeat, I buckled up as Hank headed out of town and for home.
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Once home, I settled into my office, back to looking for jobs. I know you’re all wondering what happened, and I can honestly say so am I. I am doing fine, my mental status is stable, but I got called into Sean’s office one day. Apparently, hours were getting cut and management was going first. Everyone was getting their hours cut and not in a small way, either. I went from 40 hours a week as flight nurse manager down to 25-30, which is a huge cut, even with my salary. Therefore, Jacoby thinks I should work two jobs to make up the difference. I told him he was nuts, because the extra days off allow me to spend more time with Eliza and my checks are still enough to help us pay the bills.
We had a fight or five about that and I finally told him I’d get that fucking job if he wanted me to so badly. Therefore, I’m cruising the web, looking for something that won’t keep me away from my daughter for too long each week. Each time I look, though, there’s nothing easy or simple. The places that are easy and simple won’t take me, because of my medical degrees; I don’t want another nursing job.
With a sigh, I decided to give up. Jacoby can just stew about the job thing. Besides, I’m having a baby in another three months and no one is going to hire me just to see me take leave. Maybe after I have the baby I can think about a second job. Frankly, my current job is getting a bit more challenging every day. I’m grounded for right now, because it’s too much of a risk to take me up in the chopper. Thus, I’m stuck helping out in the ER, since Sean won’t let me go on any ambulance runs, either.
In short, my life totally sucks right now. I’ve even offered to be a nurse on other floors, but I’m not trained for those floors, so no one wants me right now. Mostly, I spend my hours every week either in the ER helping with patients or in my office doing the schedule. It’s not fun, but I guess it’s the price I pay for carrying our child. If this is the outcome, I don’t know if I want to do this again or not. I know the end result is worth it, but still.
“Jimmy?”
I was confused; Hank wasn’t due to babysit since it was my day off and I didn’t have any appointments to be at. I stood up, which was a little difficult and met him in the hallway. He was smiling, but I was confused, as the baby settled onto my lungs. Have I mentioned that my asthma is also kicking my ass during this pregnancy? January can’t get here fast enough, as far as I’m concerned.
“What’s up?” I asked, as we returned to my office. I settled into my desk chair, adjusting the pillow behind my back. I can’t sit all the way back anymore because it makes my back hurt.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked, and I furrowed my brow, causing him to smile. “The baby must’ve eaten your brain again. You’re to meet Jacoby at work at 1045 so he can go to your appointment with you.”
“What?” I asked, turning to my day planner. I looked over the appointments scheduled for this week and my eyes widened. “Shit.”
“We’ve got time,” Hank assured me, as I started to stand. He offered some assistance, and we got me on my feet. “Take your time getting ready; I’m a little early.”
I was glad for that, at least. I made my way back to the kitchen, glad for slip on shoes (with my slender build, bending is difficult) and then told Hank I was ready. I pulled my coat on, distressed to find it a little tight. The budget for a new coat is nonexistent, and if I tell Jacoby that I’m outgrowing some of my maternity stuff already he’s going to flip. If this pregnancy isn’t the end of us…
“Let’s go,” Hank said, as we walked to his truck. He wears a smile almost every day now and I’m thankful. I know that Eleanor is watching over him and is glad he’s able to move forward. “Are you going to find out the sex of the baby?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, as I buckled in. “We like the element of surprise. Eliza swears it’s a girl, but she just wants a sister. We don’t care what it is and we’re again picking names for both sexes.”
“Any name previews?” Hank asked, pulling out of our yard. The grass is still green, but some of the trees are losing their leaves. Our flower gardens are dying as well, and it’s a little depressing. The happy part is our pumpkin patch, which Eliza requested this year. “I remember the time you had naming Eliza.”
“So far, we’re down to Gavin Charles or Daniel Rupert for a boy and Grace Lynn or Bethany Marie for a girl.”
Hank moved onto the gravel, as I tried to get comfortable. It’s the pits when you can’t breathe just because your child is sitting on your lungs. I saw Hank’s worried look and smile at him to assure him I was fine.
“The baby is sitting on my lungs,” I explained and he nodded, clearly relieved. “Unfortunately, my asthma is far worse right now than it has been before. It should get better when the baby is born, but there are no guarantees. I guess some people have more problems after than others.”
“As long as everyone is healthy, that’s all that matters.”
I nodded, watching the changing scenery going by. The change of seasons in Iowa tends to happen quickly most years, and this year was no exception. The leaves were brilliantly bright, in shades of yellow and orange. The downside is that it gets colder and I’m not eager to drive on the gravel this winter, but it’s life in Iowa, you know? We just can’t up and leave, even with the current problems. I was glad we were having our second child and it was me carrying it, but I wondered if now was a good time. We were already having a hard time making ends meet, was adding a new baby wise?
“Penny for your thoughts?” Hank asked, merging into the interstate. I had been so lost in thought I hadn’t realized we were halfway there.
“Just wondering how wise it is to add this baby, that’s all. Things are tight, but we’ll make it work.”
Hank nodded, understanding. “Just remember, I’m here if you ever need anything. I can buy diapers, formula, whatever you need.”
“Thanks.”
He nodded, smiling, as we made our way to Omaha. I was excited about the baby, but at the same time, I was scared to death.