Zach Smith is gay and out (greencarnation) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-03-16 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | zacharias smith |
Who: Zach Smith and Mr. Smith
What: Discussing birds and buns
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Smith Family Home
Warnings: N/A
Status: Complete
It was an uncommon event for Zach to see his father on any day, but a meeting with his father at home, at their home, had altogether not happened in over a year. Most likely, his father was expecting it, given Zach had accessed certain…funds. He had no qualms doing so, as the ring had been outside his own price range normally. But that was never a way to get a wife, his father had taught him ages ago. If Zach were worrying about the price of the ring, she wasn’t the right woman. Still, the wait was uncomfortable, and Zach refused to sit as he waited.
“Zacharias!” his father declared jovially as he entered the room, immediately going over to a side table and pouring two glasses of whiskey, “How have you been?” His eyes twinkled bright, full of suggestive meaning, and he held out the glass. And the man was easily in the best mood Zach had ever seen him for a talk, including when his father had decided Zach had lost his virginity, which had been true, just…not the way his father thought.
“Good, father,” Zach replied, taking the seat next to his father’s, near the fireplace, “And I have a question for you.”
“A question for me?” his father laughed, “Not a bad start, but generally you don’t ask your father that type of question.” The laughter came from his stomach, and it was eerie to talk to his father in such a mood.
“I have asked a woman for her hand, yes,” Zach confirmed, not particularly minding the jokes, but he wanted to get down to business, “but there is a complication.”
“A bun in the oven, so to speak,” his father interrupted. Merlin, the man could be creepily on point.
“Yes,” Zach nodded, “but the bun isn’t mine. We weren’t…exclusive.” He almost called it the Bunmeister, but that was not the right name for this conversation. That was a name for him and Ven.
“My kind of boy!” his father laughed heartily, clapping Zach on the back and drinking some of the whiskey, “If the father’s not manning up, the little tyke is welcome to the Smith name, as a girl. But only your son can be your heir. “
Zach sat there silently. He didn’t know the gender of the Bunmeister, but even if it were a girl, Lavender wanted to know about it having Seamus’s last name. “And if it’s a boy…or the mother is considering a different last name?” Zach asked. Funny, he felt more unsure of himself than he sounded. Out loud, he was calm, meeting his father’s look, and waiting. Calm. Nonplussed. His heart beat so loudly Zach was half-frightened.
His father swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, “She’s the one raising the little one, so it deserves her last name. And some families have done that before. “ He looked at Zach, and Zach looked at him. “It’s a bit of bad form for a child you’re raising to have another man’s last name.” The older man, with a few streaks of grey in his hair leaned forward, “Bedding a woman is the easy part. Raising a child is anything but easy. That’s what it means to be a father.” He looked intensely at Zach, as if he were trying to read him. Zach didn’t look away.
The man sighed a little, drinking the rest of the whiskey. “Women are crazy,” the older man declared, “and a bit sentimental. If she wants his last name, you can’t get married until afterward, and it will take work. Be glad you live in modern times.”
Zach’s heart stopped beating as loudly as before, and he nodded as he drank some of the whiskey. The conversation turned to other topics, including more lewd ones and suggestions Zach wasn’t sure Lavender ever wanted to hear. It wasn’t until the end, when his father was holding nearly half a bottle of fine whiskey in his gut, that Zach heard him mutter on the way out, “At least she’s damn fertile.”