Hey y’all! I got a request for some Dad!Darry Hc’s so I decided to turn it into a series!! Should I write blurbs to go along with this too??
-He wont want to have a kid until he feels like he’s financially in a good place.
-Mainly because he wants them to grow up in a good neighborhood and have everything he didn’t as a kid
-And also he isn’t ready for the responsibility yet. He’s not ready to come home after work and be a family man.
-But I can see his first one coming as a bit of a surprise
-Maybe he’s about 26ish, in his eyes still a little young, and married
-Has a steady job but isn’t living in the house or the neighborhood he wants
-so of course the first thing he starts to stress over is money
-especially since his wife will probably be fired as soon as she starts to show, so they only have a few months before it’s only his income supporting them
-funnels all of his stress into creating the baby’s room; painting the walls, putting together furniture
-all of which he complains about, but everyone knows they’re empty complaints
-as his wifes stomach gets bigger he gets more nervous
-actually they both do
-they often lay in bed talking about if they’re even ready to be parents, are they going to be good parents??
-but feeling the baby kick and going to his wife’s checkup appointments gives him a little spark of hope and excitement
-he definitely want’s it to be a boy, he’s not sure if he would know how to raise a girl
-but when he holds that little pink blanketed bundle in his arms for the first time, he knows that theres no going back, and he wouldn’t want to if he could
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12 Days of Christmas Prompt 1/12: “How many Christmas lights does one person need?”
A chilly gust of wind slipped through the crack of the closing door. Darry had gone out to start up the Challenger and after feeling the biting air I couldn’t be more grateful to have a warm car waiting for me. In the meantime I stayed inside with the kids, tugging on their winter jackets and pulling knit hats down to their ears. Tonight our small family was driving around town, looking at our neighbors Christmas lights. Seeing the glinting lights was a favorite tradition of mine, it was something I always did with my family and now I was able to pass it down to do it with our kids.
That is if we ever got out of the door. Currently our little Michelle, a four year old bundle of sass, was not having it with her coat. “Mama, I don’t wanna! I don’t like this!”
“What don’t you like Mimi? Huh? Are your sleeves stuck?”
“I don’t know!” Her cheeks were flushed red and she wriggled in her jacket, fine blonde hair becoming static charged and floating up to meet her hat.
“Well first we gotta check that attitude little miss.” I crouched down to her height, squaring her dead in the eyes. “Take a deep breath.”
With a huff she obeyed, agitation still holding strong in her bright blue eyes. “Alright, now let’s take your coat off and get you situated.”
After an impressive two minutes we were out the door, hot chocolate in one hand and our two year old Jack on my other hip as Michelle hopped towards the car. Wind whistled in the air as it whipped by us. Winter had certainly come this year with one of the coldest December’s we’ve had in a long time. Usually I like to walk around the neighborhood to look at the lights, but with tonight’s temperature and windchill we all would have froze to death.Sliding into the warm car after Michelle was a relief from the wind.
“Man is it windy out or what?” Darry met me with a muffled hum in reply. Looking over I noticed his jaw ever so slightly moving. “What are you eating there, Dar?”
Michelle interrupted his answer, climbing into his lap. “Daddy, can I sit with you?”
“Of course baby girl.”
I waited a moment to continue my teasing as he put the car in drive and rolled out onto the street. “Certainly you haven’t gotten into cookies already. Because you know those were for the ride tonight. And you wouldn’t have had one before the rest of us, right?”
“Daddy, you eat the cookies? Without me?!”
“Nah. I wouldn’t do that Mimi. You’re Mama’s just seeing things that’s all.” He glanced at me, seeing if I would buy it. But little did he know the crumbs left in his beard sold him out.
Chuckling I slid over to his seat and brushed them away, “Yeah, sure. Tell that to the crumbs left behind.”
A smile pulled at his lips, “Well… I may have had one. Why don’t y’all have one too so we’re all even?”
The kids let out a triumphant squeal and as soon as they got a cookie in their mouths, silence took over.
“Let’s put some Christmas music on Dar.”
We moved from neighborhood to neighborhood, the twinkling lights leading the way from house to house. It wasn’t until we got to the South side that the decoration display really kicked it up a notch.
“Mama, look!” Mimi gasped and pointed at the most exuberant lighting display we’ve seen all night. The house itself was stunning as it was, but the lights were something else. They zig zagged across the roof, covered every bush in the front yard, and outlined every window and door.
“Wow, would you look at that?”
Darry scoffed, “I wonder what their electricity bill looks like. How many Christmas lights does one person need?”
“A lot to make it look pretty!” Michelle explained, still mesmerized from the house.
Serenity fell upon us with the music softly playing, the kids munching on cookies, my hot chocolate tasting just right, and the soft glow of lights surrounding us. It was finally starting to feel like Christmas.
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A pregnancy one shot, part of my Dad!Darry series!
[1,673 words.] Sooo this is a lot longer than expected lol. Let me know what you guys think and if you want me to do another pregnancy one shot!
It started with breakfast. While you fried some eggs and flipped the pancakes he made his coffee, home brewed and black. When the food was ready you would both sit at the table with your full plates enjoying the comfortable morning silence together. This was your typical Saturday morning morning routine, but today was not a typical Saturday. For starters Darry had to work.
As soon as the eggs hit the pan your stomach started to turn, and as your scrambled them around the pan you decided that eggs were not on your menu this morning. Then his coffee started to brew, filling the air with its bitter scent, one that normally perked you up in the morning, but today it made your stomach lurch once more.
As the eggs finished up you turned to Darry, who was already seated at the table sipping his mug. “I don’t feel like eggs this morning, you think you can eat mine too?”
“Sure. Why did you make them if you didn’t want them?”
You plated your breakfast, topping Darry’s off with all of the eggs. “I didn’t know I didn’t want them until I started to cook them. The smell is turning my stomach.”
You handed him his plate as he let out a grunt in response, his coffee making your nose wrinkle and your stomach clench. After grabbing an apple, a knife, and some peanut butter, you sat at the table with your own plate and some juice, the typical morning silence resuming. God you loved peanut butter, lately you haven’t been able to get enough of it, and thankfully it soothed your stomach.
It wasn’t until he went to kiss you goodbye that the nausea started to creep up again. Pulling back with a grimace on your face Darry gave you a hard look.
“What’s that face for?”
“Ugh, I can smell the coffee on your breath. It’s making me feel sick.”
He quirked an eyebrow, “You okay?”
“I don’t know, I just feel real queasy this morning that’s all.”
“Take it easy today, okay? Call me if anything gets worse, I should be in the office all day.” With a nod you both said goodbye and he took off for work will you took off to work on the dishes.
The whole day passed slowly. It seemed that the morning grogginess never disappeared and your head was in a fog all day. In fact you’ve been feeling tired for the past few weeks now. By midmorning you were ready for a nap. When you woke up two hours later things didn’t seem any better. Your head was still in a fog and now chest felt heavy and your breasts felt full and tender. Curious you looked at the calendar. Your period was a week late, how you hadn’t noticed?
Suddenly a thought popped in your head, What if… For the first time in weeks you felt awake. Picking up the phone your fingers flew over the familiar numbers. Each ring felt like an eternity.
“Hello, Thomas residence.”
“Sherry, I gotta question for you.”
You heard your good friend chuckle, “No hello, alright then. What’s the question?”
“How did you know you were pregnant with Matthew?”
You held your breath waiting for her answer, your blood pulsing.
“Well before I went to the doctor I noticed that I had morning sickness and my period was late. Why do you ask?”
Your heart almost burst out of your chest. “Because I’ve been tired and nauseous all morning, my breasts hurt, and I’m a week late.”
“Oh my god. Does Darry know?”
“No! I don’t even know!”
“Honey, I want you to hang up and book yourself a doctor's appointment right now. You hear me?”
Your throat felt dry and you forced yourself to swallow. “Yeah, I’ll let you know.”
After you both said your goodbyes you dug out your practitioner's number to make an appointment. Usually making appointments over the phone made you a little uncomfortable, but nothing came close to the anxiety you felt with this phone call. It almost didn’t feel like you saying the words, “I think I’m pregnant” over the phone, but as you and the receptionist solidified a date and time for next week, reality started to hit.
Darry and you had always talked about having a family together. Both of you were in your mid-twenties now, having been married for three years, so the kid topic was never far from your minds. Especially since that’s all anyone ever asked you about. Your parents wanted grandchildren and your relatives wanted to see you pregnant and glowing. To them three years had been long enough to get settled into married life. But you and Darry weren’t ready. Or at least you thought you weren’t.
The main thing holding you two back was money. Darry said that when he had kids that he wanted to do it right. In a nice neighborhood, with a nice school district, and with enough funds to live comfortably. And you agreed, who wouldn’t want the best for their kids? But Darry wasn’t yet making the salary he envisioned, which meant you weren’t in a nice neighborhood, nor in a good school district. And while you lived well within your means, adding another mouth to feed would certainly put a strain on things, especially after you lost your job, which would be inevitable.
Financial success was close though. Darry had just been promoted to assistant project manager at the construction company he worked for, and in the next year or two he suspected one of the senior managers was going to retire, meaning that there would be another chance to move up in the company. A year or two would have been perfect timing. But it looks like a year or two is now.
Your brain was buzzing and for the rest of the afternoon you decided keeping busy would keep you from going crazy. Around 3:30 Darry phoned to say he would be home in an hour and it took all of your strength to not let anything slip. How were you gonna break the news to him? What would he say? Not knowing a definite answer bothered you, and you knew it would bother Darry too. Both of you prefered definite answers and with something this life changing, hanging out in limbo was not where you wanted to be.
By the time he arrived home, right as he said he would, you had figured out a way to break the news to him. You were in the kitchen, pulling the chicken bake you made out of the oven when you heard him come in, shrug his jacket off and slip out of his shoes.
“Baby?” Darry called, walking towards the kitchen. He came in with a smile on his face, which was unusual after working on the weekend, but despite the reason and despite your own current state of anxiety, you returned that smile.
“Hey, how was work?”
“Oh pretty good, got a lot done.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, “The regional manager came in today and I got to have a nice talk with him. We talked for a while too so I think I made a good impression.”
You responded as you plated your dinners. “That’s great, it’s always good to get to know people.”
He took a seat at the table, “Oh yeah. I mean, I’m not expecting him to do me any favors but it doesn’t hurt being on his good side either.”
As you set the table he asked how your day was. “Oh, it was alright, I’m feeling a bit better now.”
“Yeah? What was up with you this morning anyway?”
Your heart jammed its way up your throat and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your dinner plate. “Well, I think, maybe, it’s because I might be pregnant.”
His fork clattered against his plate. “You think?”
You managed to pull your eyes up and meet his wide baby blues. “I won’t know for sure until my doctors appointment on Wednesday.”
Darry was quiet, clearly deep in thought as he turned back to his plate. “How do you know though? When did you make the call?”
Reaching out, you placed your hand over his. “This morning. It didn’t click until after you went to work. I looked at the calendar and noticed I was a week late. Then everything started adding up, why I’ve been so tired, why i was nauseous this morning, it just made sense. But like I said, I won’t know for sure until the appointment.”
“Do you need me to go with you?”
“If you would like to, but if you don’t want to miss work you don’t have to.”
“No, I want to be there. I should be there.”
He sat back and ran a hand through his hair, letting it flop back down on his forehead. “What do you think of this?”
Darry sighed and paused a moment, collecting his thoughts. “I mean, I think it’s great baby. Do I wish we could have waited to have kids? Of course. But the world isn’t perfect for a reason. How about you, how do you feel about it?”
A shaky breath left your lips and something shifted within you. “I don’t know. I don’t know Dar.” Your eyes started to burn and water as the reality of the day finally hit.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” He ran his hand up and down your arm, scooting his chair closer to you. “Why are you crying? This is good isn’t it?”
Hastily brushing away tears, you shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s just a lot I guess. Everything is going to change.”
“That’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
“But what about money?”
“We’ll figure it out. I’ll get a second job if I have to.”
You looked at him, noting the confidence and sincerity in his eyes, and believed him. Everything will be okay.
OKay so, I’m working on writing a little something for my Dad!Darry series, but I want to know, would you rather have it be told with a self insert? Or would you rather me create a character for Darry’s wife?
So I've just decided that instead of doing Dad!darry hcs and short stories I'm only doing short stories.
I think hcs are a great way at getting the creative juices flowing but mine tend to turn into little plot lines instead of facts and I rather expand on those, you know?
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