Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 59: bigger version of them both . Gael followed orders to change into a pair of scrubs so he would be able to join them in the delivery room. He was attentive to Arabella whenever she called out for him. He gave her a message and got her a glass of water whenever she needed it. His nerves were there, lingering underneath the surface as he watched Arabella scream through a few painful contractions. He couldn’t imagine the pain that the other woman was going through. Gael whispered to her words of encouragement, but he was sure that the other was far too focused on breathing to really hear him. Right as they were being taken to the delivery room, Arabella held Gael’s head between her hands. They stared at each other before Arabella kissed him. “You know I love you, right?” “I know.” She nodded before her face scrunched up into another pain expression. It happened a lot faster than they thought. Honestly, giving birth was harder t
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 60: one honeymoon later . Gael walks back up to their room with a tray holding two glasses of orange juice, coffee, and as many danishes as he felt comfortable stealing away from the hotel’s continental breakfast. He could have just stayed in bed and ordered up room service, it’s not like they can’t afford it, but Gael had woken up this morning and looked at Arabella’s face on the pillow next to him, peaceful and deeply asleep, and felt like he might burst. It filled him with too much energy to stay in bed, but he couldn't wake her either, not when she looked sweet as honeycomb dripping in sunlight.So Gael had left the quiet stillness of their honeymoon suite in search of sustenance for both of them. It occurred to him on the way back that he might be following some unconscious, primal instinct, fulfilling a caveman desire in the back of his brain to provide for his wife or something like that. It didn’t make much sense, because G
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 1: A Team. “Alright, we’ve got a few things lined up for you. Chanty is asking for a track--you remember her from that mixer a few weeks before, right? She’s good, she has a good and stable vocal range, and she’s willing to accept anything that you give her. She respects your work, an avid fan for years. And she’d be a good boost into the pop circuit--there are certain people who still think that you make music that isn’t meant for the charts.” His manager since he had signed onto the entertainment company so many years ago, tapped on his ever present clipboard, not quite looking up at him.“And there’s Vogue, they want to do a shoot with you about one of their collections. I think it suits your style, lots of monochrome looks. That’s less intensive, more of a you go and pose in front of the camera for a few solid hours, and then they’ll edit the shit out of you and you can grace their cover. Or even--”Gael groaned, tossing his head
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 2: One lie. Two lies. Another. . God fucking damn it. Track seven was going to make him blow his goddamn fucking brains out. He had no idea what the fuck he wanted to do for the melody, had no idea what instruments to start with--he was just facing a blank production track, not a single chord placed on it.It wasn’t like Gael was completely hopeless, no. He had gotten quick a bit of traction with the Chanty collaboration--in fact, that track was close to completion. It was just this stupid track seven that he was unable to gain any headway on. His other co-producers and assistants suggested that he drop the track, that the album would be fine for release without it, but Gael was adamant. He needed that stupid track to be released, he just needed some time. Currently, “some time” was looking like quite a lot: aside from spinning around in his chair for the past thirty minutes, track seven was looking quite empty and untouched. G
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 3: Not a charity case . If there was one thing that Gael didn’t stand for, it was when people in power abused their dynamic. There was no reason for half of these rich people to act so high and mighty--and sure, okay, fine. Maybe the kid’s super adorable eyes were a part of the reason he stepped in. Maybe because he was so fixated on that, he didn’t notice how the kid’s mother’s eyes rounded in recognition, then fear. A small hand tugged at his sweats, and little Hudson Miller extended his hands upward to him. Gael blinked, before realizing that the little kid wanted to be carried by him. Interesting. Kids were usually really scared of him, so it was nice to see one that was undeterred by his scary man-in-black demeanor. He bent down and hoisted Hudson onto his hip, holding the little one close. “You came! Dada’s here now.” Hudson announced gleefully, patting his cheek. Well, fucking goddamn hell. This little rat child was abso
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 4: hide no more . “Where’s Dada, Momma? I thought you said that we could talk later? I wanna ask him about everything!” Hudson chattered, swinging their joined hands together. It was the happiest she had seen her son in a while--the little boy was filled with her usual youthful excitement. Arabella sighed, wondering what she did to get into such a mess of things. She couldn’t help but shoot a wary look over her shoulder before tugging her little one to a stop, kneeling down to face him. “Let’s have a little talk, okay?” Arabella murmured gently, not quite wanting to scare her son, but knowing damn well that there was a discussion to be had. Maybe the way home wasn’t exactly the best decision, but Arabella knew that her curious boy would continue asking until he had the opportunity to get the answer or someone gave it to him. “First things first, Hudson, we talked about this this morning. You cannot use your hands to solve an iss
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 5: non-existent family. [FROM Louis Avian MANAGER: Gael i swear to god i’m going to fucking sue you for stress, i’m about to drop dead with all this goddamn STRESS you’re giving me. I’m going to die from heart related issues, and then i’m going to put the blame on you, and you only, and then take the workman’s comp for my non-existent family, and rob you of your millions. And then i’m going to make sure the next manager you get is the most insufferable bastard you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. I’m going to make sure he’s loud, chews loudly and doesn’t leave you alone. And also i hope he thinks that rap is just speaking fast. This would be prevented if you could just OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!][UNKNOWN NUMBER:Mr Laurent? Please help.]THIS CONTACT IS NOT IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK.BLOCK?oOoGael blinked at the unknown number--sure, there were always spam calls and those people that trolled the system and ran numbers to get to his,
Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father .Chapter 6: Dada to Daddy. “Who the hell is that?”“That’s Arabella.” Gael rushed to say, glaring back at the woman herself, who had raised her head to glare balefully at Gael. “Your wife?! YOU’RE WITH YOUR wife?!” Louis shrieked.“No!” Arabella stood up, grabbing the phone, and spoke very fast into the receiver. “No. Look. I’m Bella. My son got into trouble today. The school called Gael because my son had written his name down as his emergency contact. Gael, being a major fucking asshole,”“Major fucking superhero,” Gael grumbled, before withering under Arabella’s burning gaze at being interrupted.“Decided to come around and pose like Hudson’s dad. And then, when we went out of the office to talk about what just happened, the paparazzi snapped pictures of us. And now, I’m being mobbed, and my son is scared. So FIX IT, MANAGER SIR. Er.. sorry. I’m usually not that tense. It’s been a long day.” Arabella looked a bit remorseful at shouting at