Jacob Ludwig Carl Grimm (macabre_whimsy) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-01-29 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | clio, jacob grimm |
Who: Clio and Jacob Grimm
What: Surprise! (Originally posted by Clio)
Where: Clio's Apartment
When: Saturday evening
When Jakob had said he was coming over, she'd felt nervous. Then she'd flipped open her computer and apparently her brother had overreacted on her friend. While she was grateful he seemed to love her enough to threaten people into helping her, she could handle this herself.
She may still be in splinters, but she had a reason now. And she wasn't telling anyone who the father was, because said father didn't know himself yet. He deserved to know first. Then she would go over to Hermes' house and slap him upside the head.
When Jakob ran on the door she opened it with a smile and led him inside. She looked better, at least somewhat. With a smile she sat down. "So there is something you should know. But you'll want that wine first."
"Oh...okay," Jakob said after he took a seat. He smiled at her anyway, glad she looked better than she had when he had last seen her. "You look good, Clio," he said, pulling out the wine. He poured glasses and then took one into his hands.
"I'm a little worried what you're about to tell me, if I'm honest. Are you alright?" He knew she had been to the doctor. Was she sick?
She smiled at the compliment, "thank you. You do too. But you always do." It was a simple truth. Jakob always looked nice. She didn't touch her glass, waiting for him to take a drink. "Oh no. I'm fine. Well," she shrugged and glanced to her bandage wrapped hands. "One day at a time is what I can manage. Euterpe will be here soon, and she'll look after me. And I'm going to see a doctor, to talk about things. Someone who knows about...us." She motioned around her, like it would explain things.
She glanced at him, determined to be honest. He'd been so helpful to her, lying just wasn't an option. "Right, well you remember that one night when I came over after my Uncle successfully reminded me that he's a giant creep? It was before...things broke. Anyway," She took a deep breath, "turns out that had consequences. There's no easy way to say this. I'm pregnant."
She looked at her fingers, finding it easier. "I'm not saying this to get anything. Selfishly, I need this. I've felt so alone these past weeks, like I've been falling without anyone to catch me. And now theres this wonderful thing, this being that needs me. Utterly and completely needs me. And I want that. I want to be needed, be someone's all. And it doesn't make everything okay, but it's a purpose." She knew she was rambling, but she needed to get it all out. "And I don't want to make you do anything. The choice to keep it is mine, but you deserved to know."
She dared to glance at him, "told you you'd need that wine."
Jakob waited for her to be finished, though it was a struggle not to stare at her with his mouth hanging open. She was pregnant? She was pregnant and she was telling him it was his?
Unable to quite process that fully, Jakob only managed to get out, "and...this- I did this?"
The reaction was a logical one, "you did. You were the last person I slept with. I haven't slept with anyone else since then, and nothing strange has happened the way it usually does with my family. Regardless. Well for one breathe, for second I know you're just getting to know Greta. I won't come between that, or ask anything of you. You can be as involved, or not involved, as you like to be. You just needed to know. I owed you that."
Jakob nodded along until he realised he had been nodding for a long time and Clio wasn't talking anymore. "Ahem. I...I'm sorry that I am a little in shock. But I- Are...are you okay? I mean with this. You're okay with this?"
Smiling she shook her head, "no it's okay." With a softer smile she set her fingers on her stomach, "yes. I'm so very okay with this. It gives me something. Someone. I'm incredibly happy."
Jakob let out a slow, panicky breath and instead of wine, he wished he had Wilhelm here with him. "I...I'm sorry, I'm not actually...processing this very well. I'm not going anywhere though. And I am thrilled that you are happy."
She didn't really believe him, mostly because he looked like he was about to have an attack. "It's alright. I can't hold you to my own wishes. Take your time. Process. You've got nine months to figure out what you do and do not want to do." With a shrug she rose. "Think about it. I'm not asking you for anything. Not today, not tomorrow. But while I think Greta is lovely, I don't agree with keeping this from you. It's not right."
"No..." Jakob shook his head, so relieved she hadn't kept it from him. "Thank you. I-" Clio was his friend and someone he very much cared for. A baby...that was something else, but he was glad he knew. "I'll think. And process."
She nodded, knowing it was the best of what she could hope for. "You've got my number. I'm going to keep you informed on things and in a few days I'm going to be having a little party. Mostly for my sisters, and maybe Patrick. You're free to join us." She paused then, "oh. And I've told Hermes not to bother you if I tell him about you but if he pretends to be a mafia don again with you please kick him in the balls for me. He's on this 'father better do what's right' kick. So apologies in advance if he's an idiot about it."
Jakob lifted his eyes to meet Clio's and he stared at her for a moment before saying quietly, "pardon? You wish me to kick an Olympian in the balls if he what?"
She sighed, "Hermes is being...well he's actually being lovely, in a very weird and Greek way. He kidnapped Patrick and apparently gave him this 'if you don't look after my sister and her baby' speech." She shrugged, "and I'm not okay, at all, so knowing he loves me enough to do that is nice. I just don't want him doing it again. I made him promise not to. But he's Hermes. He cheats."
"Well...I'll uhm...call you if anyone tries to kidnap me," Jakob said carefully.
At the back of his mind, he was screaming about being a father and how this could possibly be happening again, but he wasn't going to lose his shit in front of Clio.