Man behind the phonecall.

Account linked to @thedestrxction "My name is Samiel Blackfeather and I run the international company named Feathercorp. If my son caused you any trouble, feel free to hit me up."

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“I know we’re kind of busy, but I actually need to pee…” [samiel]

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So Samiel returned into this warm embrace, visibly relieved and now just snuggled up to him.

“Much better, luv... Now where were we?”

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“I know we’re kind of busy, but I actually need to pee…” [samiel]

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Samiel just rushed to the bathroom. He groaned loudly in the bathroom and cursed. 

Well, doing this kind of business with a boner was a bit problematic. He had to clean up before he returned.

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Assorted Medical Starters (RP)

“Are you breathing okay?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Look at me. Come on, look at me!”

“Just take a deep breath for me.”

“I’m just going to check your pulse.”

“Keep breathing!”

“Can you hear me?”

“Let me check your heartbeat.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

“Stay with me! Keep your eyes open!”

“Your pulse is very quick. Just relax for me.”

“Blink twice if you can hear me.”

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“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” [Samiel]

“What do you want me to do?!”  Nervy and now upset and confused, he frowned anxiously at his boyfriend’s father, forcing himself not to wring his hands.

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pennyspencer:

If he didn’t shut down and become numb, he would just sob endlessly, shaking in the arms of this relative stranger. So his mind created a safe bubble for him to reside in, making him feel disconnected and disoriented, like he was outside of his body, watching this unfold. He hated it. It made him feel powerless.

“…How do I tell him?” he croaked, face blank, body stiff. “What do I say? Any time this happens I… I always seem to do it wrong.”

Samiel just gently stroke his back. He got reminded of Mike when he got in trouble.

“Just be honest with him.” He said. “Don’t worry if it will seem wrong, just tell it all. Mike will understand.”

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“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” [Samiel]

“What do you want me to do?!”  Nervy and now upset and confused, he frowned anxiously at his boyfriend’s father, forcing himself not to wring his hands.

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[pennyspencer]

The handyman looked away, trying to focus on anything else but the conversation they were having right now. Everything was just overwhelming him lately and he didn’t know if he could do this… or anything.

“He has… so much to worry about and I… I don’t want to make him feel bad or upset or… hurt, or…” He sniffled.

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"He will be more upset if you hide it from him." Samiel whispered, feeling now a bit guilty too. "You're important to him. Probably even more than I am..."

He hugged the other, softly.

"It's not your fault... "

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“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” [Samiel]

“What do you want me to do?!”  Nervy and now upset and confused, he frowned anxiously at his boyfriend’s father, forcing himself not to wring his hands.

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“Tell Mike the truth.” Samiel lowered his voice now. “Hiding how you feel won’t help it at all. Hell, it will make it worse, you’ll hurt him this way.”

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…How did he even know?

Gaze darting around the room, he chewed his lip, shaking his head in false confusion. “What are you talking about?” he whispered, folding his arms defensively.

For a first meeting, this was going less than well.

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Samiel had keen eyes for spotting odd behaviors. Raising Mike taught him so.

“You know what I’m talking about, Spencer.” He said. “I know you’re pretending that it’s not what it is. That’s it’s just… winter, or something. Tell Mike. Don’t hide it from him.”

He might have checked other’s medical records too. Might.

[pennyspencer]

More than uneasy, Spencer felt violated. Somehow, Samiel knew that he was having difficulties with his mental health again, somehow he must have known about his history of paranoid schizophrenia. And he wanted to be angry and lash out, and he wanted to be upset about it but…

suddenly all he felt was guilt.

“…how do you even know? And… and maybe it is just the season…”

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Samiel just walked up to him and put hands on his shoulders. The elder's expression softened. He wasn't doing it because of anger.

"I know you probably think it will burden him. Or you're scared that he is going to leave you... But he won't. He loves you more than life and this is why you must talk to him. " His voice was softer too." I'm sorry for lashing out."

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“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” [Samiel]

“What do you want me to do?!”  Nervy and now upset and confused, he frowned anxiously at his boyfriend’s father, forcing himself not to wring his hands.

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“Tell Mike the truth.” Samiel lowered his voice now. “Hiding how you feel won’t help it at all. Hell, it will make it worse, you’ll hurt him this way.”

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…How did he even know?

Gaze darting around the room, he chewed his lip, shaking his head in false confusion. “What are you talking about?” he whispered, folding his arms defensively.

For a first meeting, this was going less than well.

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Samiel had keen eyes for spotting odd behaviors. Raising Mike taught him so.

“You know what I’m talking about, Spencer.” He said. “I know you’re pretending that it’s not what it is. That’s it’s just... winter, or something. Tell Mike. Don’t hide it from him.”

He might have checked other’s medical records too. Might.

[pennyspencer]

“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” [Samiel]

“What do you want me to do?!”  Nervy and now upset and confused, he frowned anxiously at his boyfriend’s father, forcing himself not to wring his hands.

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“Tell Mike the truth.” Samiel lowered his voice now. “Hiding how you feel won’t help it at all. Hell, it will make it worse, you’ll hurt him this way.”

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“I know you went to get the ultrasound done.” [Samiel to Melanie]

Melanie wasn’t one to be unreasonably superstitious, but when she missed her last period she’d decided that she wasn’t going to announce pregnancy to anyone until she was absolutely certain, no exceptions. A pregnancy test at the doctor’s came back positive, and though she should have told Samiel… she really should have discussed it with him… she was afraid of what he’d say, afraid that they were wrong or that, just like the last couple of tries with Quentin, it would come to nothing but heartbreak. And instead of involving him and communicating her fears, she stuck her head in the sand. 

And then they offered her an 8-week scan to calculate her due date.

And now that he was confronting her, she just… crumbled. The elegant, steel-willed woman bit her lip as tears began streaming down her cheeks, and she cursed herself loudly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should have told you, I just…”

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She wanted to hug him again as he spoke those wonderful words to her but she couldn’t bring herself to move, frozen in anxiety, but heart swelling with love and happiness. She felt fulfilled, but she also felt as though she was under pressure to protect, even if her body was too weak.

Not this time… please not this time…

“If it’s anywhere near how happy I am, I think I might have an inkling,” she managed, sniffling and smiling. “I love you, Samiel… I… oh, I’m too stupidly emotional…!” Laughing at herself, she raised a hand to her own cheek and wiped away a few tears. “When should we tell the boys?”

Samiel kissed her softly and brought into a hug himself. He just couldn’t stop smiling, just... happy. 

“It’s not stupid, my dear. I just can’t contain myself...” He murmured. “As for the boys... We can tell them when they go home.”

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“I know you went to get the ultrasound done.” [Samiel to Melanie]

Melanie wasn’t one to be unreasonably superstitious, but when she missed her last period she’d decided that she wasn’t going to announce pregnancy to anyone until she was absolutely certain, no exceptions. A pregnancy test at the doctor’s came back positive, and though she should have told Samiel… she really should have discussed it with him… she was afraid of what he’d say, afraid that they were wrong or that, just like the last couple of tries with Quentin, it would come to nothing but heartbreak. And instead of involving him and communicating her fears, she stuck her head in the sand. 

And then they offered her an 8-week scan to calculate her due date.

And now that he was confronting her, she just… crumbled. The elegant, steel-willed woman bit her lip as tears began streaming down her cheeks, and she cursed herself loudly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should have told you, I just…”

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“Hey…”

Oh boy. Samiel didn’t wanted to come off aggressive, quite the contrary. He was actually excited. And he understood her reasons for not telling him quite well.

Sam stepped closer to her and gently stroke her cheek, wiping away the tears, then just wrapped arms around her tightly.

“Hey… Please, don’t cry… I just… Love you so much and I’m so happy… Am I going to be a father…?”

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Those little touches put her at ease but it didn’t stop the tears flowing, even as she cuddled close to her boyfriend, nuzzling his cheek. Stepping back a little, she held both of his hands and squeezed them.

Then, very slowly, after a long moment of consideration, she nodded.

“In about… eight months, give or take a couple of weeks,” she managed through the tears, though she didn’t know if they were of happiness or guilt. “I just… I’ve been… so afraid… in case anything happened… between us or… to me or… the pregnancy itself…” She wasn’t in the habit of calling it ‘the baby’ until she was certain everything was fine and well, as if it would jinx everything.

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Samiel just smiled. Tears welled up in his eyes as well, but they were just of happiness and nothing more.

He gently squeezed her hands returning the gesture. "Dear... No matter what happens, I'm here for you. I love you, Melanie. And... You have no idea how happy I am. "

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“I know you went to get the ultrasound done.” [Samiel to Melanie]

Melanie wasn’t one to be unreasonably superstitious, but when she missed her last period she’d decided that she wasn’t going to announce pregnancy to anyone until she was absolutely certain, no exceptions. A pregnancy test at the doctor’s came back positive, and though she should have told Samiel… she really should have discussed it with him… she was afraid of what he’d say, afraid that they were wrong or that, just like the last couple of tries with Quentin, it would come to nothing but heartbreak. And instead of involving him and communicating her fears, she stuck her head in the sand. 

And then they offered her an 8-week scan to calculate her due date.

And now that he was confronting her, she just… crumbled. The elegant, steel-willed woman bit her lip as tears began streaming down her cheeks, and she cursed herself loudly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know I should have told you, I just…”

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“Hey...”

Oh boy. Samiel didn’t wanted to come off aggressive, quite the contrary. He was actually excited. And he understood her reasons for not telling him quite well.

Sam stepped closer to her and gently stroke her cheek, wiping away the tears, then just wrapped arms around her tightly.

“Hey... Please, don’t cry... I just... Love you so much and I’m so happy... Am I going to be a father...?”

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Leaning happily against him, she allowed herself to get comfortable, quietly enjoying his company and the cake they’d made together. The fire crackled, the bitter breeze outside blew the branches from side to side beyond the windows. A perfect, calm and cosy night in with someone she… liked.

The silence they shared wasn’t uncomfortable for Samiel, quite the contrary. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. 

It was indeed calm and cosy. And warm. He allowed himself to gently smooch Melanie’s cheek.

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Cuddling up to him in the nest, she held the cup by the handle and encouraged him to take the first spoonful. “If it’s not as good as I promised, we can just make hot cocoa,” she chuckled.

Samiel tasted the cake and hummed happily, closing his eyes in bliss. “Delicious...” He smiled and cuddled up to Melanie. 

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At the mention of dessert, Melanie practically bounced out of her chair and started rummaging through the cupboards, looking for everything she needed. Flour, vanilla extract, cocoa powder, sugar, and to the fridge for butter and milk. Grabbing the biggest mug she could find, she started microwaving some of the butter. “Grab a tablespoon, won’t you? And a small whisk or fork.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He laughed and found the necessary utensils. “There we go, tell me what to do!”

Samiel looked quite excited, happy to do something together with her.

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Smiling brightly, she took the butter from the microwave and presented the cup to him. “I know it looks insane and simple but it turns out great, I promise! First we add a few spoonfuls of milk…” She guided him through the recipe, whisking after adding each ingredient, getting him to add the flour last at which point the concoction became a gloopy looking brown mess which she put into the microwave. “It’s a little bigger than the individual ones, so… maybe about… ninety seconds…”

Once the microwave pinged, she pulled the mug from the microwave by the handle, then she returned to the fridge for some cream, which she poured on top of the soft, fluffy cake she’d made. “And all we need now is spoons and a warm fireplace!”

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Samiel ushered her to the living room, grabbed a bunch of pillows and cushions, making them a nice nest by the fireplace.

"There we go." He smiled at at her.

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At the mention of dessert, Melanie practically bounced out of her chair and started rummaging through the cupboards, looking for everything she needed. Flour, vanilla extract, cocoa powder, sugar, and to the fridge for butter and milk. Grabbing the biggest mug she could find, she started microwaving some of the butter. “Grab a tablespoon, won’t you? And a small whisk or fork.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He laughed and found the necessary utensils. “There we go, tell me what to do!”

Samiel looked quite excited, happy to do something together with her.