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Sometimes there's things a man cannot know The gears won't turn and the leaves won't grow There's no place to run and no gasoline Engine won't turn and the train won't leave

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After an eternity, she’d gotten just the bottom button done. The rest would surely take way too much time, so with hesitance, Sera looked up at Gideon. 

He was the only one, the girls aside, whose presence made her feel safe. Of course, the two tiny spawns had no idea what they were doing, nor what was going on at any given moment, where Gideon was aware enough. Henry wasn’t subtle with his words, the insults and digs he spat at everyone around him at all times. The man was charming as all get-out, but he wasn’t known for his hospitality. He never tried to hide his behavior from the children, but he also never spent more than as little time as possible around the girls, so they remained blissfully unaware. 

Henry could be dragging Sera through the mud with his words for no apparent reason at dinner parties, small gatherings, or even on a day-to-day basis — she was hardly bothered. His bark was substantially weaker than his bite, but Gideon was always there with a soft demeanor to either counteract the insults or to make some god awful jabs at Henry as well, either in whispers or boldly. But, in recent months, the barking was fewer and far between, and she was pulled behind closed doors for the biting. Henry was just about any horrid name in the book, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew well enough to isolate Sera, and most of these instances were played off as a tired mother calling it an early night. However, it was hardly even late afternoon, she knew this time she had to suck it up and get back to the show.

Eyes welled with tears, tears from the lingering pain, the vague and blurred memories of what had happened less than five minutes ago, and tears from disappointment. A touch of embarrassment as well, considering she had managed to hide things so well for as long as she had. At least, to her knowledge she had. Sera’s vision was blurred almost completely from tears filling her eyes, the contact from Gideon was enough to send those tears down her cheeks. 

Unable to find any words, Sera winced as she managed to lift pained shoulders in a shrug before turning back to the counter. She set aside her makeup bag before turning the faucet on. “They gave him the wrong drink,” she spoke softly, letting her palms fill with water and bringing them to her cheeks. The sudden tinge of pain from touching her own cheek elicited a sharp breath, and Sera worked quickly to get the task over with. Grabbing a nearby towel, with even more caution she dried her face, noticing the swelling that had already started beneath her eye. 

“He thought that, um,” clearing her throat, attempting to rid her voice of the hoarseness. “I think he thought I told them the wrong drink, or something.” It was a lie, but Sera rarely knew why he was upset with her. She knew that there was no use in making any sort of excuse, that Gideon hadn’t asked why. But in her head, that was better than acknowledging anything else. 

Attempting to start on fixing her makeup, Sera was faced with the reality that she still couldn’t hold her hands steady enough. Setting the makeup down, a weak sigh brushing past her lips, the only thing left to do was attempt talking about what had happened, or try those damn buttons again. Fingertips landed on the little round pieces of plastic, and she looked up at Gideon, almost ready to make some sort or quip, but the throbbing in her eye reminded her it wasn’t the time.

“Can you help?” The words were barely above a whisper, and her eyes reconnected with Gideon’s, giving her that warm little fluttery feeling in her chest again. “And, maybe.. um, wait until tomorrow. For the killing, I mean.” Despite asking for help, Sera still attempted the buttons, falling silent as her breathing finally leveled out. “He stopped, right? He’s calm now?”

They gave him the wrong drink. That's it. That's all there is. He hasn't asked, and he didn't much care. There wasn't a single reason that could possibly be a good one, and none of them could even begin to matter. Red tinges his vision, an indignant sniff sounding off as he allows his eyes to wander. Everything said thereafter, all the supporting bits of story laid out for him, fall upon deaf ears. Can you help? He is on it, stepping up and folding his own fingers into the mix. She's trembling, barely able to keep it together; he's never felt so secure in his whole goddamn life. So sure. He could easily bring it all down on Henry's head. Sell him out, get him completely goddamn destroyed. The secrets are right there, waiting to be whispered into the right ears. Her shirt together, he leans forward, pressing the softest kiss to her temple. Her skin is hot. Too hot. "Sure. I can wait until tomorrow." Beat. "But we're packing you and the kids up, and you're coming home." Where is home, really? His one bedroom bachelor pad, equipped with the bare necessities and not much else. There are some toys, there. Coloring books and a dollhouse, things to keep the kids happy. Just in case. Extra toothbrushes, too. He knows that he'd have to go buy new things, that what he has to offer is likely not their speed at all anymore - but he'd do it in a heartbeat. Take 'em to their favorite place, tell them to load up the cart, and buy it all with a goddamn smile on his face. Dare to dream, amirite? "That man isn't calm. He's waiting, and my girls," Sera, included, "aren't goddamn safe here." He could go one to tell her about his Go Bag, how he is prepared for the day she might call him up and ask to get picked up. Tell him that they have to go. Hell, he'd go anywhere. Likewise, he could tell her about his nightmares. They wake him up, though never fast enough. Imagine attending a funeral for three, and never having the chance to say what needs to be said. And Henry always gets away with it. Somewhere in-between, the doubt comes into play. What does he lack? What is he not offering that he does? What if he bought a big house? Or a better job? Then could he have his family with him? "Ser, please don't make me beg." He'll do it. He'll goddamn do it. What more is there he could say? Somewhere beyond the door, he can hear the girls shriek. It makes him stiffen, legs ready to spring and muscles going rigid before hysterical laughter follows. Gideon didn't realize his breath getting stuck in this throat, nor the moment he exhales and sets it free. Silence consumes him for seconds uncounted before he carries on with his thoughts: "Life isn't supposed to be this goddamn hard."

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[wcrldsaway]

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The timely transition from All I Want for Christmas is You to Happy Xmas (War is Over) was hardly noticed by Sera, as she stood trembling in her bathroom, attempting to clean herself up. She could hear the faintest echo of the music, along with the chattering of the many guests in the Montgomery household. Sera stood, staring at herself in the mirror briefly as she assessed the damage. The headache, from her head hitting the wall, that was invisible, therefore ignorable. Her eye was bound to turn black and blue soon enough, as the skin surrounding it burned and glowed pink under the light green eyeshadow Bethany had applied that morning. Her lip was cut, and bleeding, though her red lipstick did help cover that a bit. It was her blouse, really, that would be all the more telling. The blouse that Henry grabbed her by, ripping the buttons right out of the fabric when he used such force, before he took his anger out on the rest of Sera’s features. The mascara and eyeliner-stained tears that had began streaking down her cheeks might’ve been a dead giveaway as well, but Sera was an old pro. She knew how to clean herself up quickly after Henry’s fits. Quickly pulling the ripped blouse off of her torso, ignoring the older, fading bruises that littered her forearms, Sera stepped into the closet and searched for a shirt that looked similar enough. Similar enough for the tipsy guests to pay no mind to a wardrobe change, at least. Preventing further damage by holding back tears wasn’t working, not this time. Mostly because the blows never seemed to affect her eyes and she’d never dealt with the sting. It was primarily because her childish mindset had Sera convinced that today would be different. Not for any particular reason, Henry’s mental and physical rage had never been inconsistent, no matter how hard Sera tried to calm him down or avoid him. But today, when he smiled and told her Merry Christmas that morning, some little part of Sera had enough hope. Surely, she couldn’t have predicted that the kitchen staff serving him the wrong drink would’ve granted Sera a trip to the bedroom where she privately received a full blown body slam against the wall and several blows to the face. But at that point, all she had was blind, naive optimism. Back in front of the bathroom mirror, Sera brushed her fingers through her tousled hair and swiped her cheeks quickly with her fingertips. Shaking hands began working on the buttons of the new shirt, just as the door gently began opening. Practically jumping out of her skin, ready to try to do whatever it took to calm the man down, a stuttering mess before he even entered the room. Tense shoulders fell just slightly as she was able to make out Gideon’s silhouette, and Sera looked down, focusing on the buttons. It was around that point where she could hear Christmas Time is Here being sung by the goddamn Peanuts. Clearing her throat, she glanced up once more, still unable even to get one button done with how violently her fingertips were still shaking. “I’ll be right down, okay? I-I spilled—” voice breaking, she cleared her throat, “—wine.”

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Something smelled off. One minute all his people are in sight. He takes advantage of these sorts of things, spends more time with the kids. He loves them, swears they grow three inches each between his every visit. There's always a new story, always a thing to share and show him. Gideon soaks it up; these are the happiest moments of his life. The next minute, Sera and Henry both are out of sight. He stays with the kids, not skipping a beat as he splits his attention between the room and those little hearts. He's patient about the waiting, though slightly apprehensive. Gideon tells himself, everything is fine. They're hosting a party, they're busy, this is normal. But only Henry reappears, and though he waits a few minutes for her grand re-entrance (there is something so special about the way she steps into a room), she never comes. "I tell you what," he's got one arm around Beth and Mer on his knee, "You two build me a village, and when I get back, we'll play Godzilla." Pillow forts and stuffed animals be damned, there isn't a single child that doesn't love intentional destruction when its safe and fun. It's a laughter he'd need soon, something whispers in the back of his mind. He's just happy to have them distracted while he makes his way through the house, steering clear of Henry along the way. Takes a minute, but he finds her. The hushed sniffles give her away, and Gideon is nothing if not bold as he helps himself into the room. Quiet, calm, the door silently shut behind him despite the protest. It's all wrong. "What the hell," he's swallowing back a whole lot of everything right about now. Henry be damned, because he's locking the door before taking those steps toward her. Let him try to come in. Gideon would love the opportunity. "What did he do?" He can see what he did. The story is written on her goddamn face; It's practically everywhere. She looks so goddamn battered. "Sera," a little more heartbroken, now. He's barely touching her chin, almost afraid she might shatter right there on the spot. There's not a word that needs uttered. There's one man hurting his family, neglecting them. Raising his kids, endangering them. How far might he go? Where would it stop? When someone is dead? He's so resolute on the only logical conclusion he can come to. "I'm going to kill him."

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And all she could muster was a shy smile at his compliment — of course the kid was perfect. The dark brown hair, which went unnoticed by Henry, was enough to confirm the baby’s perfection. Sera was decent at math, but she’d ran the numbers way too many times. There was no telling how many times she’d counted the days on any calendar she saw, going backwards to that date. 

“They’re alright,” she shrugged a shoulder just a tad, “really nice people, just, um…” Head teetered side-to-side as Sera tried to piece the words together. Somehow this felt much better than when the hospital staff gave their well-intended congratulations and insisted on leaving Sera and Henry alone with their new addition for a bit. That, felt like a prison sentence. This, sitting beside Gideon, felt like she was exactly where she needed to be. But, that wasn’t exactly something she felt she could say out loud. “They’ve seen enough,” she deadpanned, a sweet smile blossoming on her lips, “and I’ve had enough of other people. So if you could just, um, keep the door shut, that’d be wonderful.”

Finally, bringing some food to her mouth, Sera nodded her head (maybe a little too quickly) in response to his offer. “You can, Gideon,” she responds sweetly. Please. After all, he’d likely be the only man to hold the baby in its lifetime, given that Sera was practically co-parenting with their nanny. 

The timing felt right, too. It was quiet, calm, and Sera was all practically living a fantasy in those moments. Even if only for a few minutes, she could map things out in her head. The way they’d parent together, the way their house would be decorated, the family trips… It was nice to pretend.

“Mostly to the doctors, not as much to me, but I wasn’t really listening because I was a little busy,” she waved her hand toward the bassinet. “He was mostly pissed off about how long things were taking, and insisting that it was alright if the doctors wanted to just do what they had to do to get things done here,” she spoke, attempting a serious expression while mocking her husband’s voice and expression, though she couldn’t hold back the laughter. God, she hated him. “At the risk of sounding like a horrendous human, I’m… a little bit grateful that someone died and his ass needed to be dragged to the home.” Mhm, that’s definitely what happened, Sera.

One glance over his shoulder to ensure the door is shut, and Gideon is giving her a once over, a relaxed (albeit excited) smile crinkling around his eyes. This room, right now, is a fantasy world. There's only one goddamn woman for him, and she's right here, resting after bringing their future into the world. A future who, he hopes, he is privileged enough to watch grow up without interference. Scooped up with painstaking and unpracticed care, he cradles that future in one arm. A finger smooths the dark hair atop that tiny head before tracing that tiny chin. It's not often that this grown man would be moved to tears, but there is no deny the sudden blurriness of his vision. It took mere seconds for Gideon to realize that his heart would be living well outside his body, and only seconds more to understand that he'd miss damn near everything. "That's your little nose," he muses. "Thank God it's your nose." A quiet laugh then, sober though it is. He simply doesn't want to put his second love down, so he doesn't. "Ser, I'm so sorry I wasn't there." As if he had a choice, as if he could have removed Henry from the room and taken that supporting role so that it would be done right. Another glance to the door, and he decides to give them the only thing he can: everything they've ever wanted. He sits again on the edge of the bed, leaning to press a kiss upon Sera's forehead, so careful not to disturb the peace. "Did you pick a name?" Beat. "Because I've got plenty of ideas. Gideon for starters. Works for everyone." Beat. "Do we have enough diapers? Everything I've read tells me they poop like theirs no tomorrow."

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And NOBODY was going to tell Sera how bad that was going to hurt?

Perhaps it was the fact that her only friends in town were Henry’s friends— men 2/3 years older than herself— who was barely even a legal adult. Or, perhaps it was the fact that her mother never chose to talk about anything beyond her pageants, shows, or appearance. Sera never even had the ol’ Birds and Bees chat. The closest she got to that were the threats to stop seeing Henry and how he’d ruin her life. As it turns out, maybe her mother was right about one thing.

Cut to, mere hours after shoving an entire being out of her body after nearly twenty-six hours of labor, Sera stared at the sweet, sleeping baby in the crib beside her bed. Her own hand slid into the bassinet, gently stroking the baby’s cheek with her fingertips. Sera then leaned back against her elevated bed, tired eyes glanced out the window— following the tiny cars as they moved around the parking lot. The view just about lulled her to sleep, only until the door opened. She sat up quickly, and nearly yanked her hand out of the bassinet, half-expecting her husband to burst in to drag her out of the building. However, when she saw who was really behind the door, her body immediately relaxed. Lips instantly curved into a smile, and her eyes felt a little more awake all of a sudden.

“You’re a dream,” she playfully swooned, “the food here looks… it looks like it’s made out of Play-Doh.” Patting the end of her bed, Sera gently pulled her legs into an almost criss-cross position. “You know… I think so, but I haven’t counted,” she teased. “Soon as she was out I decided we needed some time apart. You can only like someone so much when they spend an entire day making an entrance.” And boy, was she reminded of how long things were taking. Henry stepped out every thirty minutes to take phone calls, he angrily left the room a few times after questioning whether Sera was really in labor or if she was just confused. He’d also pissed the doctors and nurses off— asking all of them if they could speed things up, if they could just pull the thing out already.

“Did you see Henry in the lobby?” The question was asked with caution, “he told me he’d be back in a few hours, and I… I need him to keep that promise. The way he was acting, you’d think he was the one giving birth.”

There's a certain pep to his step, the way he's approaching the hospital bed upon invite. Wastes absolutely no time, taking that seat — nor in unloading the bag of way too much goddamn food. "Eh, doesn't matter. Kid's perfect, either way." The kid is the reason he'd forgotten about the whole goddamn air thing, but he could forgive that. It's her tone that catches his attention, mouthful of fries and head full of fuzz as he takes a full, one second pause in all activity. It's hard work, hiding how much you want to goddamn choke a man. He swallows. "What do you need? How can I be of assistance?" How can I be the better goddamn Henry? Forget answering the question — Gideon is ready to goddamn prove himself. Who cares if he works at the goddamn RadioShack? Who cares if he lives in a certified bachelor pad? He can be more. "They not being good to you, here?" As much as he'd love to sacrifice all the thoughts for Henry, his attention slips again to the tiny little creature in the bassinet. "...Maybe I should count them." Honestly, Gideon just wants to see the kid — he'd still wait for permission, though. No matter the circumstance, he understands that he is second fiddle. "Did he say anything...?"

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Surprise goddamn surprise — Henry is goddamn missing. Under these circumstances, Gideon is more than relieved to walk through the hospital halls without much worry of running into others. If he's away, everyone is, and that means Sera is on her own with a goddamn newborn. Until now. The door is closed when he arrived. The oaf stands outside it, flowers in one hand, a bag of McDonalds in the other, unsure what to do. He listens. Goddamn waits, trying to decide if she's indisposed or whatever it is happens to new mothers. It's quiet. One glance around, he cracks the door open to peek in. Not a goddamn peep to be heard about someone coming in or the need for just a goddamn minute — he steps in, shutting the door behind him. "Hey, sunshine. Brought you a feast." Look at her glow. One glance toward the plastic crib, and he remembers what just happened. For some reason, he forgot to breathe for juuuust a goddamn minute. "Ten fingers, ten toes?"

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“Please, I’m begging you. Pretty please with whatever you’d like on top, just give me this one chance– do me this one solid and I’ll…. I’ll think about giving some space, okay? I mean, I’d say I’d definitely do it, but that’s a lie ‘cause I like giving my boyfriend hugs and holding his hand and some kisses and– ah!”

Upper half flung backwards, the momentum caused an avalanche of limbs and pseudo-swears. An extremely angry hiss followed up with a swipe of claws, aimed for a bullseye where his hands had just been. 

“Butters please! I just wanted one singular kiss!”

There's a cat on his shoulders holding him hostage and home is just within arms reach. It's a fucking nightmare — or it would be, if it weren't so fucking funny. "Butt's, don't be rude." Shushes the cat, but he's watching and listening in on the odd conversation between man and beast. Close. "Hey!" Comes out the minute the paw is airborne, a step back being taken if only to protect with some space. But that's what the old cat wants, and it's costing him. "Guy, you okay?" Beat. "We're not playing this game, Butts. Down. C'mon, get down."

One sharp breath is held as a single claw digs in as the orange missile launches off his shoulder. "He uh.. I'll talk to Uncle Griff."

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