It Goes Around


Band: Mest
Pairing: Matt/Jere
Rating: G
Dated: January 27, 2004
Summary: ohhkay, well i had this idea. Matt with his daughter dancing on his shoes, right? and somehow it morphed into this really sad pitiful thing and i... well i like it up until the Jere part. meh. so yeah... tell me what you thought.

Notes: What is “mpreg” you ask? It’s male pregnancy.
Yes, men having babies, but my stories mostly deal with after the kid has been born so there's really no pregnancy in it. So if mpreg is a little too much out there for you, imagine that they adopted the kid. *shrug* But if you think this really happened then I think you need help.

This is another addition to my collection of “post-mpreg” (two partners with a baby). If you like this then try some of the others: Their Little Girl- a Benji/Joel, or It Goes Around- a sad Matt/Jere, or Happiness Is- sappy Benji/Tony.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way affiliated with Mest. I mean no disrespect.
They are not in homosexual relationships with each other
and no you may not copy parts of my fiction to use in your own!


It Goes Around

“Come on baby, just a little more. You can do it…” you watch helplessly as the doctors and nurses surround the bed. Cries and words of encouragement fill your ears and you step back when a nurse steps in front of you. You’re half angry but decide that you really shouldn’t be. Maybe you should sit back and let the professionals and her husband help.

Your daughter screams as another contraction washes through her body, she’s been here a while and it’s finally paying off. They say he’s coming quickly and your heart rate picks up with this thought as you back up towards the windows and sit in a chair, turning your head and trying to keep her in your line of vision but people keep stepping in the way.

She cries again and it makes your mind flicker back to when she was just a baby and you were in her husband’s position. Unable to help, the victim of hard hand squeezes and fuzzy eardrums from being so close to the screams. And the warm feeling of everything that’s about to come. The first words and first steps and first cars and first kids. It’s a cycle, one you’ll hopefully be around to see again.

You can’t help but smile as images flash through your mind. Her first dance at your sister’s wedding, pink dress wrinkled and hair a mess as she looked up at you and grinned- her socked feet resting on top of yours. Then fifteen years later when she came down the stairs and smiled at you before you terrified her prom date too much.

Her first Christmas and birthdays and all the things you’ve spent money on over the years. But she was happy so it was worth it.

The first time she came home crying and wouldn’t tell you why. But you knew she had just had her heart broken. You helped dry her eyes and took her for shopping and a coffee; only after a new pair of jeans did she give you the dirtbag’s name, and permission to go kick his ass.

Which you would have done- had Jeremiah not talked you out of it. But he’s not here to see this. Your smile weakens but your mind is quick and as your eyes close it’s flooded again.

The day you brought her home and he went around the house with post-it notes marking everything that needed to be baby-proofed, by you of course. His terrified expression as he gave her a first bath. How he called you up frantic and you thought something had happened but she had just said her first word- which to this day you were convinced he had just been hearing things. Her first day at kindergarten and the way he cried all the way to the car after she said goodbye.

Vacations and road trips across the country to see old friends. Her whining about having to pee until he finally said ‘no more soda’ and hoped there were enough rest stops from coast to coast. Jump forward to her first driving lesson and the dent it left in your car- Jere taking the blame when it was her fault. Her high school graduation and leaving for college, not far because you and her both knew Jere couldn’t handle that. Truth was you couldn’t either.

Her wedding and the way you bawled like a baby. Jere being the strong one until after the reception. He made them miss their flight.

You laugh and notice that instead of your daughter’s crying you hear a baby. And you spring up out of your seat, suddenly feeling younger. Everyone is crowded around the other side of the room and you meet her gaze. She smiles and you can’t help but think she’s never looked more beautiful and you want to cry again.

Because you wish you could share this. With the one person you’ve shared everything with.

She motions for you to come over and you smile, pleading with yourself not to cry. You brush her bangs to the side and kiss her forehead. She looks tired but she’s beaming. You tell her she looks beautiful and she rolls her eyes, smacking your hand but laughing too. “I’m serious,” you smile and she shrugs looking up at the nurse.

The nurse sets a blue bundle in your girl’s arms and she grins, speaking softly as she learns the face of her new baby. She asks if you want to hold him and you nod, taking the little bundle from her. You gently sit next to her and hold him out in front of you.

“What’s his name?” You ask quietly and you don’t see the look that passes between your daughter and son-in-law.

“Jeremiah,” she whispers and you feel everything go warm, your eyes burning and you notice he does have his grandpa’s ears and big brown eyes.

You say a prayer in your head, wishing for the best of the best and nothing less for him. But most of all you hope that one day you can tell him about the great man he was named after. “Hi, I’m your grandpa.”

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the end.

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