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callmemana · 1 year ago

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Two Plus Signs = We’re Parents!

A Papa Mine Drabble

Summary: After being married for a couple of years and no children, Tom & Rachael get a surprise in the form of a lil baby Baylie!

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Rachael and Tom had been married for three years and always dream of being a family one day, but after too many negative pregnancy tests, their dream seemed like it would never happen.

When she took the tests, it was more as a joke than anything. Rachael had seen a tik tok of women playing ‘Pregnancy Test Roulett’ and it looked like fun.

Both Jade and herself had felt off for the last couple of weeks and instead of being by theirselves and sad they decided that they would be together and support each other if the tests read negative.

They opened their tests, did their business, then put it in one box and waited the five minutes for the test to develop. Once the timer went off, the excitement and uncertainty coursed through their veins as Rachael ‘mixed’ the box and then held it out to Jade.

They counted to three and flipped the test over, Rachael’s was negative but the test in Jade’s hand had a clear as day solid pink cross in the window.

The women hugged and then stared at the test a while more before coming to the conclusion that they would have to retake the tests to find out which one is actually pregnant.

They wasted no time, grabbing a new test from a box and leaving to use the bathroom in different areas of the house then, they came back into the Masterbath and waited in anticipation for the timer to go off again.

The timer rings and they both rush to the counter to see the results. Jade looks at hers and feels upset, unlike Rachael and Tom, her and Ron had been actively trying for years to be blessed with a child again after losing the twins.

Rachael felt bad about her amazing news, but knew that Jade would put her own grieving aside for her friend for now. Rachael was sobbing, finally feeling the excitement roll away like an afternoon tide and the worry and fear come in.

Then came the thought of what Tom would say about this. He never had the best relationship with his own father and that scared him on the type of dad he would be for his children. Rachael knew he’d be the best dad to however many children they have in the future.

It wasn’t long till the chaotic pair came up with a fantastic way to tell Tom the news while he’s up in the air with the boys doing drills.

Rachael put the positive tests in her purse before the two women left to go to the dollar store. The little corner shop wasn’t very busy, being that it was the afternoon when they arrived.

Rachael gave a bare description of her idea to Jade before the women split up and went searching for the items they needed for the surprise.

Once they were done, Rachael & Jade drove to the base and walked to the men’s locker room.

She found Tom’s space quickly and put in the combination, opening it and the women started to decorate. When they finished, they left the base soon before the guys landed and came to clean up.

Rachael and Jade giggled like school girls as they scurried to the car, making everyone in the hallways stare at them crazily. The car ride home had the same energy as when they left, chaotic and wonderful.

Both women were excited for the next chapter in their lives and knew that they would be there for each other no matter what.

Rachael couldn’t wait for Tom to come home and for them to celebrate the small life growing in her.

As she waited for Tom to come home Rachael covered herself with many blankets and was surrounded by lots of different snacks while she watched some Disney movies.

The time would pass slowly, but maybe that’s what she needed from all the excitement that the day brought.

When she woke up by her loving husband, she was confused by what time it was. Rachael could’ve remembered it was only two when she fell asleep and now it’s six.

That power nap took longer than expected, did she not hear her alarm?

Tom chuckled at her as he bent down and kissed her, when he came back up for air he reached behind himself to the coffee table and grabbed the gift bag, then placed it softly in her lap.

“I want spicy pizza for dinner, does that sound good to you?”

Tom nodded, “For you, I’d do anything babe.”

“What's this? You didn’t get me anything right?” asked Rachael when she finally saw the bag in her lap.

“No, when I got into base today the guys had gifts for us waiting in my locker. They’re excited for the first kid of the squad to be born.”

“Well Bradley’s four so their a little late on that front don’t you think Tom?” she replied, a small smirk on her beautiful features.

Tom just rolled his eyes at his wife and nodded towards the bag, “Open it, I’ll start dinner while you’re doing that. I think you’ll love the gifts.”

Rach grabs his arm before he can walk away completely, “No, stay with me. I want you by my side.”

Tom snuggled in under the blankets and sat back watching her as she reacted to each gift. Rachael was amazed by the small clothes and other baby things that the guys, most likely their wives or girlfriends, picked out for Tom and herself.

The squad had big hearts but didn’t show it very often due to the cutthroat competition that the Navy brought in and off of the bases.

Both Rachael and Tom had met during one of the biggest competitions in their lives, being at Top Gun and graduating first was a great honor to have under your belt.

Unfortunately Rachael didn’t win but what she did get out of the experience is lifelong friendships and the love of her life.

After the gifts where opened and one last kiss from Ice he walked to the kitchen to start making the spicy pizza she asked for. Rach got up, much to Tom’s displeasure and sat at the bar to watch him.

“You know I don’t need supervision on pizza right? You can’t really mess it up unless you're an idiot like Leonard or Rick.” smirked Tom as he started to lather sauce on the premade dough.

Rachael giggled, “They may be idiots but I think even those boys could handle making a pizza.”

It was low and under his breath, but she did hear a ‘unlikely without at least a little supervision from Duckie or Crick.’

The kitchen echoed the couple’s laughter around, the sound bouncing off the walls as they continued to joke. As the laughter died down it was finally time for the pizza to go into the oven.

Rachael went back to the couch and turned the television to The Great British Bakeoff. They could watch this and snuggle while the food was cooking.

After the timer was set, Tom came back into the living room and sat next to her, laying his head on her lap like he did earlier. Rachael started to run her fingers gently in his blond locks, humming a small tune to herself as she did.

Rachael couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for her child and couldn’t wait for this precious baby to come into their lives and all the chaos that will undoubtedly happen.

Tom and Ron were just out of the jet when they heard that their wives had been here and left not too long ago. They were wary when they entered the locker room, all the guys were. Rachael and Jade are known around base as the Chaotic Duo.

Everything looked the same, nothing out of place that they could remember. Tom opened his locker and was greeted with pink and blue streamers, a sign that read ‘HI DADDY’ and a grainy black and grey picture with a small bean like shape.

This confused Tom, he couldn’t wrap his head around what all of this meant, he was a smart man, if he said so himself, but this had him stumped.

Ron was curious about what had the great Tom Kazansky frozen and with a confused face, so he walked over and saw the sign, “We didn’t need to know the kinky shit that goes on in your bedroom Kazansky.”

This caught more pilots’ attention and they made their way to his locker. Goose was the first to speak from the new crowd, “Oh, congrats Ice! Im glad that Bradley will have a buddy to play with now.” Goose clapped him on the back as the others cheered and hollered for him.

Tom was still staring at the little picture, ignoring everyone else until the seemingly last two braincells finally rubbed together and clicked. Rachael was pregnant. Rachael was pregnant and he would be a father, this scared him to death.

He doesn’t want to be just like his father and be strict and abusive to his family, but he knew that Rachael wouldn’t have married him if he was.

Tom had that little grainy picture in his hand as he left the base, mind constantly on the little bean from the photo. He was going to be a father, and he couldn’t be more happy about it.

Once he was safely inside the house from prying eyes, he ran around and tried to find his wife. Rach sat in the kitchen, dinner already fixed and table set. He ran up to her, picking her up and spun around before letting her down and kissing her passionately.

Tom was so in love with her and knew that he’d love this baby just as much. When dinner was done and leftovers put away, the adrenaline had mostly worn off and he went back to that dark headspace of being like his own father.

Rach sat on the couch with Tom’s head in her lap, softly combing his hair while they watched a movie. She looked down and saw that concerned face on her husband, stopping her movements in his hair. “What’s the matter baby?”

Tom turned his body to look at her head-on, voicing his dilemma to his wonderful and understanding wife. “I’m scared I’ll end up being like my father and I don’t want to be like him to my own kids.”

Rachael smoothed his hair back, kissing his cheek, “You take such good care of me and you’ll take such good care of them too.”

He tried to speak, but Rach cut him off before he could protest, “You, Thomas Kazansky, are nothing like your father and you’ll be the best dad in the world, I just know it.”

Tom couldn’t help the tears that split over the heartwarming words of encouragement from his amazing wife. She would never truly know how much that meant to him.

The couple spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, not wanting to ever let go. Tom’s hand never left Rachael’s stomach while they lie together in bed that night.

The next day, Tom went into base with his head clear of doubt and acted like nothing had happened yesterday. He would put on that ‘Ice cold’ persona he always had while at work and get through the day so he could go back to spoiling his wife and unborn child.

Tom entered the locker room and opened his cubby, making the horribly stacked presents inside fall to the ground. He picked them up and carefully looked at each one. Maybe they put them in the wrong locker, but Tom couldn’t remember if it was anyone’s birthday from the squadron.

As he was looking around the guys settled and smiled or smirked at him as he continued to try to figure this mystery out.

Tom just didn’t understand why they would be giving him gifts, it wasn’t his birthday, that wasn’t until the next coming year.

Finally Ron had enough of his pilot’s stupidity, “They’re for you, surprisingly, you’re the first one in this new squadron to be a dad on purpose.”

Goose started to protest but was silenced quickly with realization that Bradley had been born some years prior to the squad’s union.

“Go ahead and open them Ice,” Mav clapped his shoulders and handed him a present that had been on the floor previously.

He was cautious as he ripped open the gift paper and the box, finding a hat inside that read ‘#1 Dad’. Ice will never omit it, but a few tears did sneak out at the gift.

Everyone around him thought that he’d be a great dad too, which was the reassurance he never knew he would need.

The pilots who had become like brothers to him and his wife had faith that he could be the best of the best in fatherhood too.

Tom knew that his little family would have so much love and support from the start and he couldn’t ask for a better found family.

“Those better be happy tears man, you’re gonna be a dad!”

“You're gonna love it, it's the best life experience ever, trust me.”

Tom opened the next gift, finding a baby sized flight suit and aviator sunglasses. “Rach is gonna love this, she’s hoping that the kid likes to fly like their parents.”

“Knowing you Ice, the kid’s gonna love being in the sky.” The room erupted in laughter, agreeing whole heartily with Sundown’s comment.

Tom opened a few more gifts before saying his thank yous and they were all called to a meeting with Viper about drills and manuvers that they could use during missions.

After the busy day all Tom wanted to do was lay his head on his wife’s lap and be near the two of them. He gathered his dufflebag and the gifts from the guys and went home.

Tom couldn’t wait for Rachael’s reaction to what the guys had given him earlier that day.

He knew that Rach would have a field day on the little clothes and toys, just like he did. Tom wasted no time in arriving at his house and finding his wife sitting on the couch under a massive pile of blankets with all kinds of snacks around her sleeping form.

He couldn’t help but think she was an angel sent down for him from God himself with how beautiful she looked. He regrettably had to wake her so he could show the presents and to ask what she wanted for dinner.

He had woke her up and greeted her with a sweet kiss before he had handed her the gift bag out of his duffle.

As Rachael pulled out each item, she laughed and awed at the thoughtfulness of the men they worked with. The last gift that she saw was a blush pink hat that said ‘#1 Mom,’ which had her crying.

The group of pilots had a high admiration for the couple. Tom had pulled out the matching ‘#1 Dad’ hat and placed it on his head, doing the same to Rach and kissing her softly.

They had no doubt that they could be the best parents for this baby.

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garbage--account · 1 year ago

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Too much thoughts going on in my head...

Today, I had a mental breakdown, as it occurs more and more often to me nowadays.

Too much information, too much stress, too much work, too much deadline, too much heat, too much drama, too much people getting on my nerves, too much ....

Too much was going on in my head. So much that I couldn't even think or concentrate. As I had so much too do and so little time to proceed, i could literally feel anger and sadness in my throat and a sort of fever forming on my forehead. I knew I was at my ultimate limit. My job was asking me efficiency, knowledge, availability, reliability, but all I could respond was aggressivity, disdain, sarcasm and antisocial behaviour.

As i was reduced to tears in the bathroom, i suddenly realized that i will turn 24 this month. It made me feel pathetic. Childhood and teenagehood was long behing me, though here I am having a temper tantrum like those obnoxious spoiled kids that couldn't have candy from their moms, right in the middle of a supermarket.

People says we glow up when we get older, on every aspect. I glowed down, for sure. I am now definitly ten thousand worst that i was in my moodiest days of the rebellious phase. I can do better, i know i did better before. Younger me couldn't even care less about drama, toxic people, of what we could say about her, bad news that didn't concerned her : she was focused on her work, on her exams, on her friends, on her future. She always managed to have good results without mentally scaring herself and to do what brought to her joy. Now me is head first in the drama, stuck with unsufferable colleagues and boss, always more work to do, with no time and space to do it properly, blames everything and every mistake on others, on lack of time, on lack of justice, on lack of sleep, on lack of rest, she absolutly can't deal with criticism, she's borderline insane.

When too much is too much, i sometime wonder what happens if i die : Will they feel sorry to push me so far? Will it teach them a lesson the hardest way? Will they not do it again? Will my parents and friends hate them afterward? Will they even care? Does it hurt when you die? Do i get to really rest when i die? What would my funeral cost? Will dad and mom still stand after that? Will i get to do what i want somehow?

Thing is, i don't really want to die. I just think of death, not necessarily mine (even if i don't expect living that old), nor theirs. I just want a break, a pause, a really long pause, from everything. Somewhere, i don't know anymore where, i heard that those people with depression with suicidal thoughts often doesn't really want to die but just that everything stops, while they tryna get back on their feet.

I can relate with that, but i have no depression. I think i haven't. I don't really want to make sure. I can have dark and heavy thoughts one moment, and being the most silly, happy, lightheaded person ever the next. Most of the time, i am emotionless inside. I am not enough sad and desesperate to call myself depressed, but not enough well and balanced to say that i am ok.

There is so many reasons for me to be happy, or at least cheerful, yet i feel no satisfaction, no contentment. I have certainly enough days off to be rested and to have fun, yet i have no peace of mine, never. Even when i know there is nothing to do today, tomorrow and the day after, i still feel pressure. My family and friends thinks that i am just lazy when i wake up at ungodly hours. Truth is i woke several times : the first time i felt tired so i closed my eyes again, Second time it was to early to be out out bed and get bored, third time was the perfect time but i just wasn't feeling like doing anything and be with people yet, fourth time i got lost in my train of thoughts again, mind so heavy i couldn't even get up, fifth time i was masterbathing (not because i am corny, but just because), sixth time i was finally up 'cause had too pee. Despite this long ass beauty sleep, i find hazy and tired, my mind empty after my brain exhausted itszlf. I spend the rest of the day "napping" with open eyes on the couch.

I suspect something might be wrong in my head but am afraid to reach out at this point. When i tell at work that i cannot do anymore more than i do, they answer by "it's just a busy time", " it will be calmer next time", "we already help you on whatever we can", "we all have our problem". When i tell about this with the doctor, he answers "try to talk with your manager about this". When i tell my family and friends that i have it rough, they answer "me too lol", "could be worst", "why don't you leave then?". I feel like speaking to walls, sending me back my echo. How can I tell if something is wrong with me or the way i am treated if everybody seems fine with it? I feel like if i am actually reaching out a professional, i will be wasting their (and my) precious time. Do i even want to get help?

So i guess i have to assume that i am being just dramatic and just need to grow up ... finding a way to find my own peace of mind, discovering who i am by myself, starting living on my own without help or support. But i don't have time to look after that. This existence is going at bullet train speed and i have to catch up as my life is running away from me.

Also, I have too much going on in my head right now ...

#personal post

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