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121.1. Lyrics
"Changes changes
We’ll always change in life
Goes in stages
Changes changes
Nobody knows life
Jumps and goes…"
• Changes, A Cursive Memory
"Do it if you want to, babe." That had been Lincoln's eventual answer to the whole donating jizz to lesbians cause. Or a lesbian and a half, as Angela kept reminding Clint. She was most definitely bi, and he knew that from personal experience in their past relationship that was never meant to be. Said relationship being a contributing factor to him being their first choice of babymaking juice. That whole part of the deal he hadn't seen coming at all.
Now he was sitting on the sofa with his cousin's one year old baby girl in his lap. Beside him, his husband was in a deep sleep with his face buried into against the sofa cushion. Initially, Clint hadn't wanted any part of Lorenzo's offspring. He was a hardass and didn't do babies. Babies and love were what everyone else did. He did fucking, and fucking people up. That's it. He had come home from a year deep undercover on a case he had been working on for a couple of years. It had taken him and Emily across Europe and into Asian, and they hadn't kept contact with their family during thee time so as to keep them safe if anything went wrong. Nothing really went wrong. Nothing beyond being caught in some sticky situations where they had to think on their feet to come up with solutions. Child's play, really.
When they came back, they discovered Lorenzo's life had pretty much bottomed out from under him. In the year of Clint's absence, his cousin had made a baby with his schizophrenic partner who also had substance abuse issues. It wasn't a happy union, but Lorenzo had stuck by her because he loved her and felt it was his obligation to care for her. He had probably never been in love with her. When push came to shove, even though she delivered the baby girl, it exacerbated her illness and three weeks later, she handed the baby over to Lorenzo and walked in front of a bus, committing suicide in front of him.
A lot of that felt like ancient history now. Life had changed in many ways. Too many ways, Clint often felt. He wasn't quite sure if he missed the 'good old days', but he missed the times where he didn't have to think about life's purpose. It was a time when he just fucked, worked, and lived life to the fullest without having to think much about feelings and emotions. That was apparently never going to last. Those fuckers crept up on you and had you by the balls before you realised what the fuck was happening. Clint had not only gone and gotten a soft spot for Lorenzo's kid, but fallen in love with Lincoln when all they had been was fuck buddies for a long time.
Lorenzo had gone and fallen in love too. Well before Clint even wanted to admit he was capable of it. It hadn't been easy times for anyone, with tragedy along the way that nearly saw both Lorenzo's husband and Lincoln killed. Clint stared to wonder if the Chevalier blood had some sort of curse on it. They were from New Orleans... you never knew. There was a lot of voodoo witchcraft bullshit that went on down there. He didn't really believe in that crap either.
Little by little, baby Holly became the exception to all of Clint's rules on babies. Rules being that they should be seen... from a distance, and not near him. He didn't do diapers, or crying, or screaming, or baby puke. Not a damn part of it. Then Lorenzo had to go and have a kid, and pretty cleverly emotionally blackmailed Clint into getting his finger out and accepted a baby was in the deal now, or he could fuck off. Clint didn't want to fuck off. At the time, Lorenzo was really the only blood relative still alive Clint had anything to do with.
So, things had come a full circle. Clint got used to the rugrat and actually became pretty damn fond and protective of her. She was blood. She was the exception to the rule. And a pretty fucking cute exception to the rule. Even if their blood was cursed, their genes made cute kids. She was Lorenzo all over. Tiny for her age due to her fucked up mother using while she was pregnant, but big blue eyes and dark hair. Clint did his duty as an almost-uncle. He wasn't directly Holly's uncle, but Lorenzo had always been like a brother to him, so close enough.
Lorenzo was a florist, and it was Memorial Day weekend. Not only was he overrun with orders for wreaths and shit for ceremonies, but weddings for people taking advantage of the holiday. Lewis was out of town for the week for a big job he scored in Hollywood. He was a master in makeup artistry. Clint hadn't know what the fuck there was to master in slapping goop and lipstick on people's faces, until Lorenzo said Lewis was one of those super makeup people who could turn people into zombies and shit for the movies. Lewis went from sounding like a bit of a pansy in his career choice to super cool in two seconds flat.
That meant Clint had to make good on his babysitting obligations for a few hours until Angela got off work and she and Emily came for their turn with the princess. Clint was bouncing her on his knee and she was making these cute little baby noises with each bounce. She was also drooling enough to sink the Titanic, puked on him once and kept kicking him in the nuts until he realised it was a good idea to use a cushion as body armour. That was apparently valuable assets he was brewing in his nuts, after all.
She had hold of his hand and was sucking on the ring he wore on his thumb. Drool was dripping all down his hand, but luckily he wasn't squeamish over bodily fluids. He was studying her closely and quietly, and in turn, she was giving him the big baby-blue-eyed stare-down right back. "You're gonna give your daddy a goddamn coronary with those sucking skills when you get older, munchkin." He kept bouncing her softly, but looked down at Lincoln sleeping with a small frown of thought on his face.
His gaze shifted from Lincoln, to Holly, and then back again. "What do you think? Think I got what it takes to make one of you?" The baby girl just gave him a smile and a giggle, showing off two little front lower teeth. "I know, I laughed when they first asked me too."
Clint had managed to deal with the whole proposition of Angela and Emily wanting him to be their baby daddy by saying he wouldn't do it unless Lincoln was okay with it. He was Emily's twin sister, and he had just nearly been murdered. How he felt was the be all and end all, as far as Clint was concerned. If it felt weird to him, there would be no deal. They had talked about it, and ultimately, Lincoln's response was very true to his nature - he told Clint to do it if he wanted to. That was currently where Clint was at. It wasn't Lincoln being passive-aggressive. Lincoln didn't have a passive-aggressive pussy bone in his body, thank fuck. It was simply the fact Lincoln had gone through his own thought processes, and the decision he had arrived at was telling Clint to do what he felt comfortable with, and would support him either way. Maybe that was what this whole marriage thing was all about.
Soon, he shifted the baby to nurse her in the crook of his arm and tried to give her the bottle of juice she had chucked at his head about an hour earlier. This time, she took it and started to drink contently, one little hand holding her foot while the other wrapped around Clint's thumb. She was watching him, and Clint was starkly aware of this. When he looked down at her, he earned a smile around the bottle. "You don't think I'm all that bad at this shit, huh?"
Did this one more bit of epic change really matter in the grander scheme of things? Or more importantly, would he just go on his merry way like little had changed is there was a kid walking around with his DNA right under his nose? But most of all, if it was just a matter of giving over some jizz to give two chicks a chance to make a baby they wanted, why did he feel like he didn't to think so much about it all of a sudden?
Holly nuzzled her face in against his chest, cuddling closer to him. She was a snuggler, at least with people she knew and trusted. Anyone else, she screamed if they tried to come too close. Smart kid, but that was in her genes. Watching her, Clint scrunched his face up with a heavy sigh. "Fuck's sake..." he murmured, and knew in that minute there wasn't really anything to question about this at all.
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We’ll always change in life
Goes in stages
Changes changes
Nobody knows life
Jumps and goes…"
• Changes, A Cursive Memory
"Do it if you want to, babe." That had been Lincoln's eventual answer to the whole donating jizz to lesbians cause. Or a lesbian and a half, as Angela kept reminding Clint. She was most definitely bi, and he knew that from personal experience in their past relationship that was never meant to be. Said relationship being a contributing factor to him being their first choice of babymaking juice. That whole part of the deal he hadn't seen coming at all.
Now he was sitting on the sofa with his cousin's one year old baby girl in his lap. Beside him, his husband was in a deep sleep with his face buried into against the sofa cushion. Initially, Clint hadn't wanted any part of Lorenzo's offspring. He was a hardass and didn't do babies. Babies and love were what everyone else did. He did fucking, and fucking people up. That's it. He had come home from a year deep undercover on a case he had been working on for a couple of years. It had taken him and Emily across Europe and into Asian, and they hadn't kept contact with their family during thee time so as to keep them safe if anything went wrong. Nothing really went wrong. Nothing beyond being caught in some sticky situations where they had to think on their feet to come up with solutions. Child's play, really.
When they came back, they discovered Lorenzo's life had pretty much bottomed out from under him. In the year of Clint's absence, his cousin had made a baby with his schizophrenic partner who also had substance abuse issues. It wasn't a happy union, but Lorenzo had stuck by her because he loved her and felt it was his obligation to care for her. He had probably never been in love with her. When push came to shove, even though she delivered the baby girl, it exacerbated her illness and three weeks later, she handed the baby over to Lorenzo and walked in front of a bus, committing suicide in front of him.
A lot of that felt like ancient history now. Life had changed in many ways. Too many ways, Clint often felt. He wasn't quite sure if he missed the 'good old days', but he missed the times where he didn't have to think about life's purpose. It was a time when he just fucked, worked, and lived life to the fullest without having to think much about feelings and emotions. That was apparently never going to last. Those fuckers crept up on you and had you by the balls before you realised what the fuck was happening. Clint had not only gone and gotten a soft spot for Lorenzo's kid, but fallen in love with Lincoln when all they had been was fuck buddies for a long time.
Lorenzo had gone and fallen in love too. Well before Clint even wanted to admit he was capable of it. It hadn't been easy times for anyone, with tragedy along the way that nearly saw both Lorenzo's husband and Lincoln killed. Clint stared to wonder if the Chevalier blood had some sort of curse on it. They were from New Orleans... you never knew. There was a lot of voodoo witchcraft bullshit that went on down there. He didn't really believe in that crap either.
Little by little, baby Holly became the exception to all of Clint's rules on babies. Rules being that they should be seen... from a distance, and not near him. He didn't do diapers, or crying, or screaming, or baby puke. Not a damn part of it. Then Lorenzo had to go and have a kid, and pretty cleverly emotionally blackmailed Clint into getting his finger out and accepted a baby was in the deal now, or he could fuck off. Clint didn't want to fuck off. At the time, Lorenzo was really the only blood relative still alive Clint had anything to do with.
So, things had come a full circle. Clint got used to the rugrat and actually became pretty damn fond and protective of her. She was blood. She was the exception to the rule. And a pretty fucking cute exception to the rule. Even if their blood was cursed, their genes made cute kids. She was Lorenzo all over. Tiny for her age due to her fucked up mother using while she was pregnant, but big blue eyes and dark hair. Clint did his duty as an almost-uncle. He wasn't directly Holly's uncle, but Lorenzo had always been like a brother to him, so close enough.
Lorenzo was a florist, and it was Memorial Day weekend. Not only was he overrun with orders for wreaths and shit for ceremonies, but weddings for people taking advantage of the holiday. Lewis was out of town for the week for a big job he scored in Hollywood. He was a master in makeup artistry. Clint hadn't know what the fuck there was to master in slapping goop and lipstick on people's faces, until Lorenzo said Lewis was one of those super makeup people who could turn people into zombies and shit for the movies. Lewis went from sounding like a bit of a pansy in his career choice to super cool in two seconds flat.
That meant Clint had to make good on his babysitting obligations for a few hours until Angela got off work and she and Emily came for their turn with the princess. Clint was bouncing her on his knee and she was making these cute little baby noises with each bounce. She was also drooling enough to sink the Titanic, puked on him once and kept kicking him in the nuts until he realised it was a good idea to use a cushion as body armour. That was apparently valuable assets he was brewing in his nuts, after all.
She had hold of his hand and was sucking on the ring he wore on his thumb. Drool was dripping all down his hand, but luckily he wasn't squeamish over bodily fluids. He was studying her closely and quietly, and in turn, she was giving him the big baby-blue-eyed stare-down right back. "You're gonna give your daddy a goddamn coronary with those sucking skills when you get older, munchkin." He kept bouncing her softly, but looked down at Lincoln sleeping with a small frown of thought on his face.
His gaze shifted from Lincoln, to Holly, and then back again. "What do you think? Think I got what it takes to make one of you?" The baby girl just gave him a smile and a giggle, showing off two little front lower teeth. "I know, I laughed when they first asked me too."
Clint had managed to deal with the whole proposition of Angela and Emily wanting him to be their baby daddy by saying he wouldn't do it unless Lincoln was okay with it. He was Emily's twin sister, and he had just nearly been murdered. How he felt was the be all and end all, as far as Clint was concerned. If it felt weird to him, there would be no deal. They had talked about it, and ultimately, Lincoln's response was very true to his nature - he told Clint to do it if he wanted to. That was currently where Clint was at. It wasn't Lincoln being passive-aggressive. Lincoln didn't have a passive-aggressive pussy bone in his body, thank fuck. It was simply the fact Lincoln had gone through his own thought processes, and the decision he had arrived at was telling Clint to do what he felt comfortable with, and would support him either way. Maybe that was what this whole marriage thing was all about.
Soon, he shifted the baby to nurse her in the crook of his arm and tried to give her the bottle of juice she had chucked at his head about an hour earlier. This time, she took it and started to drink contently, one little hand holding her foot while the other wrapped around Clint's thumb. She was watching him, and Clint was starkly aware of this. When he looked down at her, he earned a smile around the bottle. "You don't think I'm all that bad at this shit, huh?"
Did this one more bit of epic change really matter in the grander scheme of things? Or more importantly, would he just go on his merry way like little had changed is there was a kid walking around with his DNA right under his nose? But most of all, if it was just a matter of giving over some jizz to give two chicks a chance to make a baby they wanted, why did he feel like he didn't to think so much about it all of a sudden?
Holly nuzzled her face in against his chest, cuddling closer to him. She was a snuggler, at least with people she knew and trusted. Anyone else, she screamed if they tried to come too close. Smart kid, but that was in her genes. Watching her, Clint scrunched his face up with a heavy sigh. "Fuck's sake..." he murmured, and knew in that minute there wasn't really anything to question about this at all.
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