ready to be an uncle? :: lysander

Remy was almost three months pregnant now, and was starting to show a little bit. Lincoln assured her that she couldn't tell, but Remy could, and that was all that mattered. Gods, what was she doing. She had no business being pregnant. She couldn't stand the thought of her belly continuing to expand. But, as it was, she was pregnant. And sooner or later her belly would expand. So Remy had to be proactive and let clio know she was pregnant before they thought she was just getting fat.

First on the list was Lysander, Remy's younger brother with whom she had recently reconciled. She'd just finished walking up the steps that climbed over the restaurant he was the manager of, and now was knocking at his door. As she stood there waiting she thanked the gods for letting him get promoted. Now that Lysander was in charge it didn't smell nearly as bad.

"Knock knock!" she called.

It was Lysander's day off today, and since Norah was busy with school, he decided to just chill at home. He needed to get a few things done anyway. He had just finished drying the last dish in the kitchen when he heard a knock at the door and his sister's voice soon after.

"The door is open!" He called. He set the dish down on the counter, took off his apron and set it on the back of a kitchen chair. He started walking to the living room from the kitchen at the same time Remy was walking in.

"Hey Rem!" Lysander chirped with a smile. "How goes it?"

"Oh, you know, it goes..." she said after letting herself in. She smiled at him and then let herself collapse into a chair. "Those are sure a lot of stairs you climb everyday!"

She and Lysander eased into small talk as she asked him about the restaurant and his new girlfriend, Nora. It was so nice to be able to hang out with Lysander--it had taken a few visits after Lysander's apology before they found their stride, but now they talked like good friends. It made Remy smile.

"So, I actually had a reason for coming," Remy said after they'd chatted for awhile.

Remy wrote:"Those are sure a lot of stairs you climb everyday!"

"That's why my ass is so fine," Lysander responded, while he wiggled his butt at his sister.

As he sat on the couch that was adjacent to where Remy had sat, the two fell easily into conversation. It was nice being back on good terms again. He had been so afraid that he had broken his trust forever with his sister, the only family he had left. But now that she had forgiven him, everything was right in the Amelia.

Remy wrote:"So, I actually had a reason for coming,"

"Oh?" Lysander piqued, seeming more alert. "What's up?"

Remy laughed at Lysander's stupid joke about his butt. He was an idiot, but she loved him for it. She leaned up and reached out and smacked him right on the booty as he shook it at her.

"Well, a lot has been going on..." she said, smoothing out her wrinkle-less pants.

"She's pregnant," Vex said nonchalantly from the back of the couch.

Remy's eyes widened as she turned quickly to look at him. "What the hell?"

But Vex didn't respond. He was a little douche like that.

Remy turned back to Lysander and threw up her hands. "I'm pregnant. You're going to be an uncle."

She still wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she had a feeling Lysander would take the news a lot better than either she or Hadley did. She could imagine him being a good uncle.

Vex wrote:"She's pregnant,"

Before Remy could even finish her sentence, her daemon spoke up. Lysander raised his eyebrows in surprise, then his lips slowly inched up into a wide, toothy grin.

"Nuh uh!" he leaned forward. "Remy you're gonna be a mama?"

His once lonely life was slowly getting filled up with family, and now he'd have a baby to hold. Right then and there he made it a vow to himself to never let Remy's future child feel lonely like he once did. He was going to be the best damn uncle he could be.

"Aw Rem," he said, "That's amazing!"

Remy smiled in spite of herself. She still didn't know what to think about the thing growing inside her, but she was happy that Lysander was happy.

"You seem to be a bit more optimistic than me, but thank you."

Remy wrote:"You seem to be a bit more optimistic than me, but thank you."

"Aw, Rem..." Lysander's grin didn't waiver for a second. He knew how high maintenance his sister was, but he also knew how caring and loving she was. "You're going to be a great mom."

"I...I hope so." She'd tried not to think of her mom too much the past few months because every time she did she started to cry, but when Lysander said that she couldn't help it. She'd had the best mom ever, and while Remy knew she wouldn't have to make the same sacrifices or hard decisions that her mom had made for her, she still just hoped so much that she could be even half the mom her own mother had been.

Being here with Lysander didn't help. There was still so much mystery surrounding why her mom had put Lysander up for adoption, and whenever Remy thought about it it gave her a horrible feeling in her stomach. It was hard to reconcile the loving mother Remy knew with the one that Lysander had hated for twenty years.

All the thoughts about her mom, her baby, her brother, and what it all meant to Remy led her to a sudden burst of hysterics. It was as if a switch had been flipped in her mind.

"Oh--my--gods," she hiccuped in between sobs, "I'm so--sorry. I don't--know what's--wrong!"

Lysander stood there awkwardly while his sister burst into tears. He grimaced, unsure of what to do. He wasn't even sure why she was crying.

"I-I'm sorry," he said. "Was it something I said?"

Comfort her! Layla piped in. She's emotional and pregnant!

Oh, yeah.

"There, there," he awkwardly cooed. "It's okay, Rem..."

He reached out and pulled his sister into an awkward hug, because he was still standing, and she was still sitting. He began to pat her back.

"It's not you!" she insisted through tears. "It's this--thing!"

She had a hard time even calling it a baby! How could she be a mother?

"It's okay, it's okay," Lysander said softly, trying to console her. He continued to pat her back, and rocked her back and forth a little. "Do you want some tissues? And maybe some tea?" He asked her.

Remy nodded shakily and Lysander left to go get her those things. While he was gone she tried to compose herself. When he brought her the tissues she excused herself to the bathroom and fixed her face. When she came back out her make up had been touched up. You almost couldn't tell she'd been crying, save for the slight red puffy-ness around her eyes.

"Thank you, for being here," she told him as they drank their tea. She didn't like talking about her feelings, but she felt like she needed to say something. She couldn't explain it, but just having Lysander here meant a lot to her.

"Well," Lysander responded, a smirk on his lips. "This is my apartment after all." He immediately regretted saying though, afraid that maybe he'd upset his sister again somehow, so he tried to change the subject. "If you need any help," he said. "I'll babysit, change it's diaper, whatever!"

He briefly wondered what Hadley thought about all of this. It probably sucked being blind, but that didn't really concern Lysander that much. It's not like he liked him or anything.

The siblings finished their cups of tea and then went out to the market to go shopping. Remy helped Lysander pick out a nice pair of shoes for his girlfriend thing and they had a great day. Which was nice, because things were about to get real serious bizniz in Amelia.


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