maybe some blurb ideas for wgs. there are times when y/n asks tyler to have the conversations with his family (like when asking what jackie wants bentley to call her or when jackie finds out about the pregnancy), have you thought about writing the blurbs from tyler’s perspective?
Y/N seemed different from the last time he saw her.: more even-keeled, more balanced. Less likely to burst into tears at any moment, overcome by emotion. Tyler had to assume it was due to her feeling better, her eyes brighter, her body more settled. But she looked more relaxed, and comfortable, like everything was starting to click into place.
When she asked if she looked pregnant, Tyler had to lie. However, he wasn't considering it a lie. Because he knew she was asking if he could see her growing belly if it was evident she was pregnant.
So he wasn't counting it as a lie because she did look pregnant, at least to him, having that glow everyone always talked about pregnant women having.
But she seemed back to herself now too, easy and relaxed around him, not guarded like she had been at times throughout the process. Tyler was happy about, not just because it meant he had his friend back, but because he wouldn't have her being pregnant on his mind. Not that it would typically matter, but it would tonight, because they'd be spending time with his family, and he'd always had a terrible time keeping things from his mom, somehow she could always see right through him.
So he was certainly glad she seemed more like herself than the last time he'd seen her in person—just his friend who happened to be pregnant.
And it was fine, his mom greeting them like she always did. Other than the offering of wine, which he quickly brushed off, it was like nothing had changed.
Or at least that's what Tyler thought, until he found himself in the bathroom, holding back Y/N's hair as she got sick.
"Are you alright?" He asked with concern, because it had to be awful, feeling fine one moment and then, like the flick of a switch, suddenly awful. He'd seen it happen, too, and watched the look on her face change.
"Yes," she answered, sitting back and running her hand over her face. "Except for the fact that your mom's gonna think I throw up every time I come over to her house now."
Tyler laughed, because she already looked better, knowing that, luckily, they already had an easy way to explain this off: hormones. Because his mom, of course, would ask no extra questions if they explained it off as her period. So long as Tyler told her, of course. So he'd do that, explain that Y/N just needed to sit down for a short while so his mom didn't ask her any questions which they'd have to try and coordinate lying about. So he'd do that, right after he ran out to get Y/N her prescription medication, which would hopefully kick in by the time dinner was ready.
And then it would be going well, again.
But he wasn't quite prepared to open that bathroom door again and see Y/N deep in his mom's arms. And...was Y/B crying?
Tyler's heart caught in his throat, wondering if Y/N wasn't feeling well again, if something wasn't right if his mom had said something that had made her emotional. Because she couldn't have told her...
"What happened?" Tyler asked, and they both turned to look at him. And now he could see that they both were crying.
"Nothing," his mom said, breaking into a smile. "Y/N was just telling me the wonderful news that she's expecting."
And now, Tyler felt his heart settle down. Because his mom had a bit of that glow about her, too.
He grinned, setting the items in his hands down on the counter.
"See?" Tyler said, his arms moving around them both, "Y/N was worried you'd be upset, but I told her you'd be happy. "
Right then, he felt both of them stiffen in his arms, immediately pulling away from him.
He saw his mom's face first, which looked alarmed yet tentative as if maybe she'd just misheard. But Y/N's face looked downright panicked.
"What? Why would I be upset, Tyler?" She spoke, cautiously, like she wasn't quite prepared to hear the answer. "Is it...is it yours?"
"Mom..." Tyler said, trying to catch her eye, almost pleading with her to slow down.
"I didn't even know you guys were together, I didn't think," she said, "I had no idea."
"We-re not," Tyler stumbled, his eyes darting over to Y/N's as he realized she had said the same thing, her eyes full of concern.
"But it's yours?" His mom asked him, her voice changed like she was realizing now.
"No," Y/N cut in, and then immediately rethought it, shaking her head, "Yes, no, yes, no."
Tyler looked at her, the opposing words falling out of her mouth, somehow both being true. And yet wrong at the same time.
"You don't know?" His mom asked Y/N now, rather than him, but he could hear her voice breaking and see Y/N's eyes welling with emotion.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, Tyler realizing she was probably referring to his mom finding out this way, regret lacing her voice.
"How-" his mom began, Tyler saw Y/N's eyes grow frantic, realizing she'd be lost in trying to answer any questions or explaining something so emotionally driven, not when his mom was about to launch into a series of questions that might have been relevant had they been teenagers.
"Mom, c'mon, Mom," Tyler said firmly, his hand going to her arm. He had a million thoughts running through his mind about how he'd explain this but, for now, all he knew was that he needed to get the two women separated, to keep them from saying too much.
Or maybe the problem was they were saying too little.
Thankfully, his mom came with him, and Tyler took a deep breath, remembering that he wasn't a teenager trying to justify something to his mom but an adult merely explaining something.
"Sit down," he said clearly, once he'd led her into the living room, gesturing towards the couch.
"What's going on, Tyler?" His mom asked.
"Sit down and I'll tell you," he said. For a moment, she looked like she was going to argue with him, but she relented and sat down. Tyler, on the other hand, sat down and then immediately stood back up. Sighing, he ran his hands over his face.
"It's not what you're thinking," he started, just to get that out of the way, his mom raising her eyebrows as if to suggest that maybe he didn't know what she was thinking. He took a deep breath, trying to go back to the beginning.
"Maybe you should sit down too," his mom said, and Tyler realized he was pacing. He sat down, leaning forward and tapping his hand against his thigh, needing the movement to think.
"So you know how Y/N had to have surgery? In the summer there?"
"Yeah..." his mom answered, trailing off, not seeing how this was connected.
"So the news she got from the doctor wasn't...uh..it wasn't great, I guess. I mean, she's fine, she'll be okay, but they told her she might not be able to have a baby, " Tyler swallowed, remembering the emotion associated with that news, "and she decided she wanted to have a baby. So she is."
Now his mom was frowning at him, shaking her head slowly. "I don't see what this has to do with you. Or why I'd be upset...I-"
"She was looking at, like, catalogs for a donation?" Tyler said, "And I said I would...if she needed - or wanted - me to, I would."
Now realization covered his mom's face. "So it's...yours? The baby's yours?"
And now he realized where Y/N was coming from. Because yes but no.
"Biologically, yes," Tyler answered. "But I don't...she's the mom, the parent."
He could see her trying to take it all in. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it wasn't my news to tell, it's her health," Tyler said. Even he'd had a hard time getting her to tell him what was going on.
Tyler shook his head. "Not legally."
"So were you just...not gonna tell me about this?"
"I was, I was," he assured her, "at Christmas. When I'm here for longer."
"But why didn't you tell me.. even before?"
"Before she got pregnant, like.. that's a huge decision."
"Because it was my decision," Tyler said, "well, our decision, but my decision about...my part."
"But it's not just, " Jackie started, taking a deep breath, "it's a lot, having a child, Tyler. It changes everything."
"I'm not having the child," he restated.
"So, you just think, the baby's gonna get here and you're gonna have no connection to it?"
"Mom, it's Y/N. Any kid of hers I'm gonna love on," Tyler said, "Hell, you invited her to Thanksgiving. She's family."
Tyler took a deep breath, standing up and running his hands over his face. "Do you love Dad?"
"Do you love Dad?" Tyler repeated, "And I don't mean are you in love with him, because obviously you're not together, but do you still love him?"
"I don't see what this has to do with-"
"Just answer the question," Tyler said, cutting her off.
His mom looked down, clutching her hands, as if it thought. "I mean, yeah, but-".
The room fell silent until Tyler spoke. "So you can see how there are so many different ways to have a family."
"I know, but, Tyler, I just..."
"No," Tyler said, sitting down on the couch so hard his body bounced, resting his forearms on his legs. "See? That's the thing I don't get. Like, this should be exciting. I, for one, think it's fucking brave what she's doing. Like, you seemed so happy when I walked in there until you found out I was involved."
"I just want to make sure you're okay," his mom said, "that you don't get hurt."
"I'm more than okay," Tyler stressed. "She's the one who's doing this. And she put so much thought into this, and talked to me about...everything."
"You should think about it too, Tyler."
"I'm fine," he said, stressing the word. "Like, that's the thing. I don't know if you've ever felt like this before but I didn't have to think about it. She told me to think about it, and I tried to, but I just.. knew? And maybe...I don't know, maybe it was meant to be like this."
Tyler looked at his mom, taking in his own words. She looked in shock, but the moment she opened up her mouth to speak, he put his hand up.
"I get that this is a shock, and I'm sorry that you found out like this. But this is happening. And I'm excited to get to watch my best friend become a mother. To be a part of it," Tyler said. "Now, we're gonna go and give you a minute. But, I hope that when we come back we can still have dinner. Because she's family."
Before his mom could answer, Tyler marched back upstairs. He took a deep breath, opening the bathroom door. Y/N looked at him and she looked weary, like she'd been having an internal conflict the entire time he was down there.
"Come with me," he said, hoping that all he knew about women was true: that they could be a little crazy sometimes but, with time, they would calm down.
"We're leaving?" she asked, the panic evident in his voice.
"No, we're just going for a walk," he said, reaching for her hand. "C'mon, get your shoes on."
Tyler watched her as she walked down the stairs, moving like she was trying not to make a sound, frowning. He knew she was pregnant, of course, but it wasn't like she was that pregnant, to the point where walking down the stairs would be a laborious activity. But, all of a sudden, she seemed a bit more fragile.
He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he pulled his shoes on, while she sat down.
"Here," Tyler said, kneeling when he saw she was struggling, pulling her foot into his lap, deftly doing up the laces. Once he was finished, he put her foot down, extending a hand to help her up. He hooked his thumb over hers, easing her out of the house.
"What did you say to her?" she asked, once they were a bit down the street, and Tyler exhaled, unsure if he wanted to rehash all of that.
"I just told her the truth," he said simply.
"The truth?" She repeated like there was some kind of ambiguity about what the truth was.
"Yeah," he said. "Everything that happened. Why you wanted this? Why I'm doing this? How we did this."
Tyler had thought he'd given her a decent summary of what he said, but she was still quiet. Yet, her hand was still easy against his, so she wasn't mad.
"Well, I didn't tell her we had sex," he said with a laugh, in case that was what she was worried about. Although, he thought it would be rather obvious that he hadn't told his mother about that. Hell, he hadn't told anyone about that. "But I told her we went to the clinic and did a sperm donation."
He expected her to laugh or blush because they hadn't talked about that since it happened, falling back into their friendship, but instead, she asked "Did you tell her we signed papers?"
"Uhh.." Tyler said, trying to recount what he'd divulged. "Vaguely. Why?"
He smiled at the Fitzgeralds, the older couple who lived on the corner who always took a post-dinner walk, which was typically at the time he'd be coming home from dry land training, grabbing something to eat before heading to the rink. They gave him a knowing smile, their eyes drifting down to where his hand was linked with Y/N's, just as theirs had been for probably over 45 years.
"I don't want her to think I'm taking advantage of you," she said.
"What?" Tyler said, shocked back to the present moment. "Babe, she knows you. You're just not...some girl or whatever. You didn't even ask me, for God's sake. I offered. I told her that".
He knew, for certain, that that thought had never even entered his mother's mind.
"Was she mad at you?" She asked now like she was worried about hearing the answer. And Tyler thought, for a moment, if he answered yes, she'd be in there going to bat for him. Because as protective as his mother was of him, Y/N was almost more so. But they had always gotten along so well. In fact, they were almost always on the same page, even if Tyler wasn't, in the way that women were.
"No, she wasn't mad," Tyler answered. Worried, maybe. Or not quite understanding yet. But definitely not mad.
But the next question that he asked stopped him dead in his tracks: "How mad is she at me?"
"What?" he asked, because he hated the thought of her being up there in that bathroom, thinking that his mom was mad at her. "She's not mad at you at all."
"But..." she said, and she looked like she was going to cry, and he wasn't sure if it was the hormones or something else.
"Babe, she's not mad, she's not....like that," he said, wishing he was better with words, or had time to think through what to say to her. "She's just in shock, alright? She needs some time alone to absorb it all. Well, she has the dogs. She'll be...it'll be okay.".
He internally cursed himself, because he couldn't put his feelings into words, and he ran his thumb over Y/N's, hoping that she could at least feel the security that that offered. But she didn't respond and as they started moving again, so did his thoughts.
"You didn't do anything wrong," he stressed, "You know that, right? And I didn't either."
And he was certain of that. But he hoped that his mom would see it the same way because she was so thrilled when she first found out, and that was the reaction that Y/N deserved to have.
They both fell quiet, and not in the uncomfortable way, but in the way that they so often did on summer evenings, the T.V. or music in the background, the sound of the lake all that was needed.
Tyler was a little apprehensive when they turned back into the driveway, although he tried not to let Y/N feel it. The door opened though and, before he could realize it, his mom was out the door, pulling Y/N in for a hug.
He didn't even feel left out.
He couldn't quite hear what she was saying, not until she pulled back, putting her hands on Y/N's shoulders, and then he heard the words that released all the tension out of his body, "A baby's a good thing."
Tyler's mom pulled them both inside, and his mom went into mom mode, making sure that Y/N felt okay to stay, and that there would be something that she felt comfortable eating. When Tyler informed his mom that he hadn't told his sisters yet but that he would at Christmas, he began to imagine incorporating that baby into their Christmas traditions. Tyler rested his head on Y/N's shoulder as his mom asked how far along she was, and Y/N revealed that bump that had been forming. He watched as his mom's face lit up with excitement and waited until he caught her eye, mouthing a "thank you".
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