Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-03-26 08:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget llywelyn, saint patrick |
WHO: Patrick and Bridget, open to David if you want Ness, but can stand alone
WHAT: Discussing David and things
WHEN: Monday Afternoon
WHERE: Bridget and David's roof
NOTES: Typing on an 8 inch netbook so excuse typos I might miss. And the cut is something that happened as I wrote as explained by Chelsea. There are no earthquakes or sandwiches under the cut.
Patrick had been getting closer and closer with his sister-in-law over the last few months. She was his kind of person; sweet, silly and just a little bit naughty. He pretty much adored her. They were sitting together on the roof that had once been his, watching Bridget's dogs run around like idiots. His back was against the rough cement of the wall and Bridget was leaning up against him. Her blond hair kept blowing into his mouth in the wind and he would politely remove it without complaint.
She elbowed him and said sweetly, "I hear you haven't had the easiest time lately."
Patrick took a deep breath and he chuckled once. "You are not wrong. It's alright though. I think it was something I needed to experience. My brother Callum pointed out that it was a test of faith and so I'm seeing it as such ad having faith in the people I love."
"Well if it helps," she said, turning to face him, "I don't believe you were ever a slave trader. You're a good man. I have faith in you."
Patrick smiled widely now that his face wasn't being assaulted by hair and Bridget was being amazing. "It means a lot, Bridget. Thank you."
Bridget settled back in against him as she asked, "anything else up lately?"
There was, of course. And Patrick didn't know how Bridget would react to it, but he wanted to talk to someone about it. And if that someone was unfamiliar with Biblical history, so much the better. "One of John's exes is in town, and...she confuses me."
"Are you jealous?" she asked, without a hint of judgement.
It wasn't that at all. "No. I mean... I have been slightly jealous in the past of people who could remember their time with John when I still can't remember what happened between us. But it's not that. I know how he feels about me and I don't worry. It's more that I want to get to know her but she seems to think I won't be interested at all. So that is her attitude. And it's hard. I'm so used to just being a cuddly cuddler that I don't know what to do with her. We're very different, but that doesn't mean I don't think she's worthy of my time."
"If you think she's worthy of your time, maybe give her some?" Bridget said pointedly.
Patrick paused. "Bridget one, saints nothing," he said, amused. "I'll do that then. And just be awkwardly there until she's ready to accept I'm not like everyone else who has shut her out. Oh wise one."
"I don't know about that," Bridget breathed. "I had a fight with David the other day."
Immediately, Patrick panicked. He had a vested interest in his brother's marriages. He was like a little boy and they were all his parents. Dewi and Bridget had to be okay. "Why?! What happened?"
"Hormones," Bridget said, sounding annoyed. "I got annoyed at one thing and it just blew up into this huge mess. I yelled at him for not finding me attractive and then I left the house for hours and he yelled at me for being gone."
"Dewi yelled?" Patrick said, sounding a little horrified.
"As much as he ever does, yes. I hardly blame him. At least he was upset about something real. I was just upset I'm fat."
"No." Patrick took her arms in his hands and he moved to face her. "Bridget, no. You're pregnant, not fat. And who cares if you were?" Patrick had spent enough time starving to appreciate someone who looked well-fed. Skinny people, even those who were naturally that way, made him a little nervous and he just wanted to feed them. It was why he constantly shoved food at Famine. "Curves are beautiful. And Dewi loves you for who you are anyway. You're beautiful inside and it shows on the outside, no matter what size you are."
"I blame my mother," Bridget sighed. "She was always after us to stay skinny. Oooh!"
"What?!" Patrick panicked again as Bridget winced and leaned forward a little. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, silly," she said, reaching for his hand. "Here." She placed his hand on her belly and smiled. "Feel them? Just there."
At first Patrick felt nothing and he was sure she was imagining it or it was gas or something. But then he felt it. The smallest flutter beneath his hands. "Is that my nieces or nephews?!" he squeaked.
"That's them, kicking away."
"HI BABIES!" Patrick cooed, leaning in to kiss Bridget's belly. "I'm Uncle Patrick! I can tell you stories about your Daddy when he was really young! I love you!" he cooed to them. "I'll play you music!"
Bridget chuckled and then she took Patrick's free hand. "Patrick? Can I talk to you about something? I know how close you are to your brothers so if you don't want to that's okay..."
Leaving the babies for now, Patrick leaned back and he nodded. "The thing about marrying Dewi is that now I'm your brother too. You can tell me anything."
"I- This is going to sound horrible but I worry about Dewi. As a parent."
Patrick didn't react to that one way or the other, opting to let her elaborate. "In what way?"
"Can you imagine David giving anyone the sex talk?" she said wryly. "He can't even talk to ME about it yet."
"Well...there's a point, but he has some time to prepare. And even if he doesn't talk to you about it, he does enjoy it."
"How do you know. Does he talk to you about it?!"
"Hah! No. But you know how he hums and sings to himself? After he gets laid, the songs are always happy. Or Josh Groban."
Bridget snorted at that. "He does, doesn't he?"
"Yes. He'll get there. He's just set in his ways. And if the babies need someone to talk to, they have a lot of uncles to choose from. And there's always you."
Bridget didn't look convinced, but only because she had more worries. The sex talk was the easy one. "I guess that's a good point. But- Okay, it's just- Augh. I never had a real role-model on how to be a mother. My mother was always telling me what I shouldn't and couldn't do, not what I could. So after my father died, I lost that support. I don't want to be like her. I want to be the kind of mother she wasn't. Essentially, she taught me what not to do. And I defied her at every step, including this one.
"But, David he's... God, Patrick, what if our children are gay? What if they're transgender or genderqueer or polyamorous or anything that doesn't fit into his view on the world? Is he going to treat them like my mother treated me? All I want is for the kids to be happy, no matter what that means. I...I honestly don't know if that's what David wants."
It took a moment for Patrick to answer because what she was saying caused deep emotion in him. "First of all, your kids will always be loved, no matter what. Now...let me tell you about my experience with Dewi. He is set in his ways and maybe he wouldn't immediately understand if your kids ended up being different than his view on the world. And let's face it, it's likely they will be just...because his view on the world is very antiquated. I am different than what he finds understandable."
Patrick shook his head and he continued. "He lived with me when I was coming home every other morning smelling like booze and one-night-stand. He would put me in a shower and when I got out there would be breakfast on the table. He would fix me tea and tuck me into bed. He always kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me. And I know for a fact he left that room and prayed for hours that I would change my ways. But he stayed with me anyway. And when John moved in and poor virginal David had to share a wall with extremely vocal me-" Bridget giggled and Patrick blushed, "he still made me breakfast in the morning. He made me tea. He must have been praying the entire night while listening to that but when we woke up, he kissed my forehead and told me he loved me.
"Dewi is the steadiest person I know. He's a good man. He took his time to understand me, but he did in the end. We have had our ups and downs but I have never doubted him. So whatever your kids turn out to be by choice or otherwise, he might pray for them as his way of coping. But in the morning he'll kiss them and tell them he loves them. It'll be okay."
At that, Bridget started sobbing and she leaned against his shoulder. "Hormones," she managed to weep. "That was so beautiful!" Patrick just patted her back and let her cry. Everything was going to be okay.