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Me too for being curious about SethnKate prompts idea. I got one for you. Jane the Virgin au...Seth hijacks Kate's pregnancy. Poor Kate winks Seth is pissed till he meets his baby momma haha
Sweet, Sweet Anon⊠I donât know if I came up with what you imagined, but @thespianreveur started discussing your prompt and it turned into a 12part RomCom piece. 1st one Iâve ever dared to write so babes, thank you for the challenge :) All the Ice Cream and Horchata for you. Itâll be posted on AO3 as well here.
Seth never planned on any of this: not the sweet little, virgin church girl, whoâs got more attitude than people expect; not her moving in with him and his family and certainly not his baby sheâs intent on having. Heâs going to have to figure out how this woman and his child are going to fit into his life; does he even want them to?
âLove is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.â
AU so no supernatural stuffs. And we get to keep Uncle Eddie :)
Also fair warning Seth is completely the âKing of Swearing" in this chapter. And Anon - if you read this: Man, I donât know if this is what you had in mind, but holy crap I really hope you like it.
Prologue: Love is patient; Seth Gecko is not
He was pacing outside of the entrance to the city park trying to remind himself, that he wasnât actually a suicidal person, he just occasionally did dangerous things, when he was younger. He was however giving some consideration to throwing himself over the bridge and into the oncoming traffic, because that felt pretty fitting for his current situation. He wasnât supposed to be dealing with this shit. After going to prison and realizing that his life was going to be damn grind until he died, he made a responsible decision. He was fucking responsible! He made a good decision, but the fucking state of goddamn Texas and his bitch of an ex-wife and her friend had circumvented it. This was ridiculous. He didnât need any of this shit.
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        Vanessa Styles was standing on his porch with her hands shoved in her pockets, looking like literal hell. In fact, if she hadnât picked a fight with Richard immediately, he might have had a civil conversation with her, but she did pick the fight so he wasnât civil.
        âWhat the hell do you want?â He demanded.
        âWe need to talk.â She shifted on her feet and that made him nervous, because Vanessa was the picture of confidence even when she was rattled.
        Seth ushered her off the porch and into the driveway over by her car, away from his Uncleâs and his brotherâs possible eavesdropping. âSo talk.â
        âThereâs no easy way for me to say this.â She bit down on her lip and covered her stomach with her hands.
        âYou ainât knocked up and if you are, it ainât mine. I got snipped remember? I ainât having no brats.â He folded his arms over his chest. âI got that shit tested too, Iâm firing blanks. And the last time we fucked I didnât even finish inside of you even with the condom on. Iâm not stupid enough toâŠâ
        âI stole your sperm sample.â She cut him off and explained in a rush, âMy friend Sonjaâs a nurse at the clinic where you had the procedure done and I remembered that you were required to give a sample before youâŠanyway, she had it delivered to my office.â
        He could feel roar in his ears. Heâd never hit a woman before even if she threw the first punch, but the more Vanessa talked the more he was thinking about it.
        ââŠShe was supposed to help me after hoursâŠâ
        âYou knocked yourself up with my sperm?!? What the fucking fuck is wrong with you?!? Are you completely mental? Christ you railed for years about Richie being crazy, but this takes the damn cake.â He was yelling loud enough that anyone within a mile radius must have heard him. âI want no part of whateverâŠâ
        âIâm not pregnant. I wanted to be; I wanted this for us.â She reached for his arm, but he jerked away from her. âI wanted us to be a family; build something together. But there was a mix-up.â She choked up, but at the moment he couldnât care less.
        âWhat kind of mix up?â He was starting to calm down, if this was her just telling him that his potential kids wouldnât be born, he was perfect fine with that. Some people were just too messed up to try and raise kids. Fuck his own father had been one of those people. Even his mother had just up and left one day and if it hadnât been for Eddie taking him and Richie inâŠVanessa didnât answer, instead she started to fidget with her hands, âIt ainât a cocktail drink, Vanessa. Define mixed up.â
        âThere was another girl at the clinic at the end of the night and the charts got mixed up, I didnât even know it was your sample⊠and I inseminated someone else.â
        "What?â He managed barely above a whisper. He clenched his fists at his sides and reminded himself again, that he didnât hit women. He didnât hit women; he wasnât a wife-beater, even if she was his ex-wife, even if she⊠âWere you drunk? Are you using again?â
        âSeth, thatâs not fair. It was an accident.â
        âWhich fucking part was an accident?!? The part where you plotted with someone else to steal my goddamn sperm and knock yourself up or the part where you inseminated someone else?!?â What is wrong with you?â
        âSethâŠâ
        âNo, you donât fucking get to, Seth, me. Richie and me both did four years in prison, âcause you left us holding the bag! Eddie almost lost everything, because of it and I ainât forgiving that. Get the hell off my property.â
        âThis happened three weeks ago. She called me and she tested positive on a pregnancy test.â Vanessa held out a piece of paper with date, time and address on it in perfectly polished handwriting. âIâm so sorry.â
        He snatched the paper away from her. âOff my property. Iâm calling a lawyer about this shit. Youâre gonna wish to god, that you never met me.â
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He hadnât said anything to his Uncle or his brother when he came back into the house and for once in their respective lives, they opted to stay the fuck out of his business. Heâd thrown himself under his car all night, tweaking and tinkering with the engine to try to distract himself. Heâd got about an hour of sleep and when Eddie offered him coffee, heâd spiked it with whiskey before showering and hitting the road. Richie kept sending him texts, asking him if he needed help with whatever Vanessa had come around about. Every response one word to one letter: No, no, k, no, shutup, stop.
He paced by the entrance for the fourth time, he was already ten minutes late from when he was supposed to meet this woman. Heâd done the math; he didnât have a whole lot of extra cash, but he had enough to pay for her toâŠto deal with it. She didnât need to go through the mess that his ex-wife had gotten her into. He was so angry, but he knew he needed to calm down. None of this was this ladyâs fault: wrong place and wrong fucking time. He glanced up at woman passing by him pushing a stroller with a crying baby, and he felt lightheaded. This was not happening. He was not having a kid, but⊠This was right off a damn soap opera storyline; this was not how the world worked. He buttoned the top button of his shirt and straighten his tie; should at least look respectable, even if he wasnât.
He trudged down the path, looking for the gazebo that was on the note. He got closer to it and the only person he could see was a really, young girl sitting on the bench. No⊠This could not be⊠Please God, we donât fucking talk much, but if you could do me this solidâŠI swear, I wonât steal as much as a dollar for an entire year. She was looking off in the distance, soft brown hair resting on her shoulders, as she sipped from her water bottle, wind rustling her long cotton dress. She must have heard him approaching because she turned to face him and she pure girl-next-door.
He had rehearsed about hundred speeches on the way here, most of which were: calm, reassuring, not threatening and not rude. Unfortunately his mouth got away from him because the first words that he said to her were: not calm, not reassuring, could certainly be thought of as threatening and were unquestionably rude. âJesus Fucking Christ, are you even fucking legal?â
She dropped the water bottle and jumped off the bench scrambling to her feet, grabbing an object that he identified as pepper-spray.
âWhoa! Whoa!â He put up his hands, âDonât do that. Iâm the guy youâre supposed to be meeting, I think.â The girlâs green eyes were full of uncertainty and he dug her note out of his pocket, holding it out to her. âSee? This is you right?â
She kept her finger on the pepper-sprayâs trigger, but leaned in a little to scan the not, then his face, before easing her grip on the self-defense device. âI donât know your name. The doctorâŠDr. Styles, she didnât give⊠well, she said she couldnât give it to me, because of confidentiality. I mean which is ridiculous consideringâŠâ She motioned to her stomach, before offering her hand to him. âIâm sorry, Iâm Kate Fuller, well Kathryn actually, but everyone calls me Kate.â
Her hand was tiny, she tiny, and she was young. Why did she want to have a kid this young? And why hadnât she done the old fashion way? He realized that he was still holding her hand and he was staring at her, probably scowling based on her reaction to him. âSorry. Iâm Seth, Seth Gecko.â He pulled his hand away and motioned back to the bench, âYou wanna sit? This is kinda a lot.â
âDo you mind if we walk? I had to take the bus here; Iâd love to stretch my legs.â
He nodded and she picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and they started down the paved path. They walked in silence both sneaking glances at each, both trying to figure out what on earth to say. She sipped from her water bottle and stepped closer to him as a bike sped by them. He touched the small of her back for a half a second, while he switched their positions so he was closer to any oncoming people, bikers, or whatever else was in this park.
âIâll be twenty next month.â She muttered looking down at her feet, and then up at him, âYou kinda asked me if I was an adult before, and I am. Iâm nineteen, but Iâll be twenty next month. Iâm actually studying to be nurse; Iâm in my second year for the four year program, itâs an honorâs program.â
She was apparently a little talky when she was nervous, it would have stuck him as endearing if he wasnât trying keep himself from freaking the fuck out.
âSo you were planning on carrying someoneâs kid to pay for college?â He assumed, because that was the only thing he would think of that would explain why a nineteen year-old would volunteer to get knocked up in the least fun way possible.â
âWhat? No! I went to clinic for a pap smear and a check-up.â
âGod she royally fucked up. She had to be high.â When he got done with Vanessa, she was gonna wish sheâd never heard the name Gecko.
âWait, you know Dr. Styles?â
âSheâs my ex-wife and sheâs soon-to-be an ex-doctor, when Iâm through with suing her ass. After I get a lawyer I can have him call you. Iâm sure that money would help you with your college fund.â He shoved his hands in his pockets, âYou didnât notice when sheâŠI mean, Iâm not trying to get into your business or anything, but I canât imagine her doing that felt like a normal check-up.â
âI was so nervous about the whole thing; I just closed my eyes and put my earbuds in.â Her cheeks flushed as she admitted. âI just wanted to get on birth controlâŠâ
He barked out a laugh without meaning to and apologized, âSorry Princess, Iâm not laughing at you, really. If you knew anything about me, youâd know that I ainât ever gonna judge someone for wanting to be safe, but still get laid. Before I got snipped, I wouldnât cum in a woman even if I was wearing a condom. So you wantinâ to be able to have some safe fucking fun in collegeâŠâ
âOh my god! Stop!â She interrupted, five-alarm-fire blush all the way to her ears.
He thought sheâd been blushing about the fact that she hadnât been paying attention during her appointment, but based on her reaction he was guessing that he was wrong.
She massaged her temples in slow circles, taking slow breaths, âI went to the clinic to get on birth control, because I have the worldâs worst cramps and Iâm tired of it. I am not having fâing fun as you so crassly put it. I donât even have a boyfriend.â
Oh god, he really stuck his foot in his mouth. He was honestly terrified of where this conversation was going because it almost sounded like, she was a virgin. Surely there was no way that an almost twenty-year-old was still a virgin, not looking like her. Fuck he was a shallow asshole. âRelationships arenât exactly a pre-req for sex.â
âListen, just because Iâm a virgin that doesnât make me naĂŻve about things.â She growled, before she continued in firm, but sad voice. âI decided a long time ago that I wasnât going to swap bodily fluids with reckless abandonment, and that I was probably going to wait until I was married to have sex. And now IâŠâ Her eyes filled up with tears.
He reached out for her on instinct, he hated when women cried. He was reason too many times. âLook Iâm not judging you one way or the other. Iâm not trying to be a bastard or anything; this whole thing is just a lot for me to deal with.â
âA lot for you to deal with?â She scoffed, before moving away from him abruptly and started to quickstep up the path.
He grabbed her arm, before she get anymore distance between them and pulled her back closer, spinning her back to face him. âWhoa hey, slow down.â
She turned her head away and threw-up all over the walking path andâŠhis shoes. He managed to grab her hair to keep it out of her face, thankfully. He let her finish coughing and helped her off the path to a bench. âHere sit down.â He made sure she was settled then wiped off his shoes in the grass before plopping down next to her.
âIs that how you figured out aboutâŠabout it.â He hesitated.
She rinsed out her mouth and spit next to the bench in the most ladylike way she could manage, before nodding. âI donât get sick very often, so I thought maybe the pills were bad. I went back to the clinic to ask about it and Dr. Styles gave me the pregnancy test. I just didnât think things liked this actually happened.â
âYeah you and me both.â He reclined against the back of the bench and glanced at Kate, really giving her a once over. She was pretty, but oh hell she was so young. He felt kinda like a lecher and given the circumstances it was just gonna be awkward around her the entire time. What was the rule here? He didnât even figure the conversation was going to be this long or really much of anything to be honest. He expected the conversation to go as follows: Iâm Seth, sorry my ex-wife is a psychotic drug addict that inadvertently knocked you up when she meant to knock herself up, hereâs the money for you to take care of what you clearly didnât want to happen, and have a nice life. Heâd already made an ass out of himself and it would be nice if he could manage the rest of this conversation without making it any worse. Who the hell gets knocked up as a virgin without the actual fun part?
âSo why kids?â Her voice cut into his thoughts and she mirrored his posture on the bench, looking into his eyes. He must have jumped, because she clarified, with a comforting tone. âI mean, why did you decide that you wanted to have a child now?â
âI donât.â He answered honestly.
âWait what? Iâm so confused. If you didnât want a child then, whyâŠâ
âI had a vasectomy when I was twenty-five, right after I got out of prison and the clinic made me give a just-in-case sample. I guess some guys change their minds; I didnât. Vanessa decided that we were gonna start a family without asking me. So this whole thing is just a big fucking mess.â
âOh.â She was fiddling with her hands again.
He wasnât sure what she was âohâing about, because it could have been the âI donât want kidsâ thing, it could be mix-up part, and then of course he just told her that he was an ex-con, so there was that. He might as well get to it and rip the bandage off. Let her off the fucking hook. âYou donât have to.â
Kate arched her eyebrow at him, âI donât have to what?â
He sighed heavy. Why him and why this nice girl, who never asked for any of this crap. âHave it. You donât have to have it. It wasnât your choice and itâs not like you planned on it. I know I sure as hell didnât.â
She bit her lower lip and turned the little opal ring on her finger as she started nervously, âUm⊠I donât think I could not have it. I mean Godâs got a plan for every person andâŠâ She trialed off, because he must have been making a hell of a face, he knew his jaw was unhinged. âWhat?â
âYouâre a church girl?â He concluded, although it sounded like a question. Oh he did not like where this was going. How busy was that road? Playing in traffic was starting to sound like a good idea again. She couldnât be serious. This whole thing was a mistake. You didnât just have someone elseâs child out of guilt. She didnât even need to feel guilty. Him not having children was not going to be a loss to the world at all. Shit like this just did not happen; this was the plot of a lifetime movie, not real life.
âPreacherâs daughter, actuallyâ Kate informed him.
âFuck me.â
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âYou mind running that by me one more time?â Richie eyebrows were arched as he looked at Seth over his glasses, âYou take one too many shots to the head, when you were in the yard, Brother? âCause repeated head trauma can affect a person years after the fact. Youâve got to have some of this wrong.â
âIâll tell you what heâs got wrong, heâs got his head so far up his ass that forgot to go to fuckinâ work.â Eddie was wiping his hands off on a rag. âSeth, you were supposed to be running the garage today. You canât leave Justin in charge heâs got more rocks in his head than a quarry.â Eddie looked between his nephews and demanded, âOkay, whatâs going on?â
âSeth knocked up a teenager.â Richie volunteered.
âI didnât knock up a teenager!â
âBut she is pregnant and it is yours.â
âYes, but I didnât touch her. Hell I never even looked at her until today.â
âNow hold the fucking phone!â Eddie pointed at Seth, âLet me get this straight, your girlâs the reincarnation of Mary of Nazareth, which makes your dumb ass Joseph. âCause thatâs the only way it any makes sense for her to be knocked up with your kid without you touching her.â
âSheâsâŠnotâŠmy girl.â Seth ground his teeth together.
âThatâs not really the important part of this conversation, Boy.â
âHis psycho ex, Vanessa, hijacked the sperm sample that he had stored when he got snipped, knocked another girl up with said sperm, and the little Madonna is a preacherâs daughter so sheâs hell-bent on having his demon-spawn citing moral reasons.â Richie explained, before looking at his slack jawed Uncle and angry brother. âWhat; is that not accurate? Oh yeah, I forgot the part where she needs somewhere to live, because she goes a Christian college and they arenât going to let her stay in the dorms anymore.â
Seth reached for the bottle of whiskey in the freezer and poured three shots, drinking one immediately and refilling it. âYeah thatâs about the long and the short of it.â
âWhereâs her family?â Eddie took one shot from his nephew and passed the other to Richie, who slid it back to Seth.
âIn some little podunk town in rural Texas about four hours from here, sheâs studying to be a nurse.â He took the offered shot and started to pour another, but Eddie stopped him.
âAnd do they know about this situation?â Eddie pressed, still holding the bottle hostage.
âI donât know.â
Richie pipped in, âHow donât you know? Werenât you with her all day? You left the house at ten and itâs almost seven.â
Seth tried to get the bottle back from his Uncle again, âI dropped her back off at her dorm about noon. I needed to think. Can I have that?â
âNo.â Eddie roared. âYou left her alone?!?â
âYeah.â Seth didnât see the problem, he needed time to think about the whole âI want to have your kid, even though I donât know you from Adamâ thing. She hadnât argued when he dropped her off, she hadnât been crying or anything, and he gave her his cell phone number, just in case.
âOut of my house until youâve got that girl with you, you dumbass.â Eddie pointed to the door. âAnd call a damn taxi, you ainât driving after drinking. Youâve got a kid to think about.â
âFuck me.â
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Guys Iâve never really done comedy. I really hope you all enjoy this. Love to my Loves!!
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So for those of you who have read "Love Is..." I'm going to start posting the deleted scenes starting tonight and through Saturday as I finish the last touches on the Director's cut ending, which will be posted Saturday night/Sunday morning.
I really hope you enjoy these extras. This story has been a labor of love for me and it's been hard to end.
It killed me that the Epilogue took so long to post and judging by the reactions (lack of) that I've gotten to it, I'm guessing you all were frustrated by the wait. I've gotten a few very sweet reviews that I treasure, but I feel like I failed you all a bit making you wait so long. I certainly didn't want to but changing jobs was a nightmare and I didn't have time to sleep let alone write. So sorry about that guys. :'(
Anyways...(staying positive here) I really hope you enjoy the last bits of the tale. I appreciate you all so much!!! :)
Oh if everyone wants me too; I'm down for doing a Q&A on Love Is...or any of my pieces Sunday/Monday, so let me know if that's of interest.
Thank you for reading and your encouragement. Love to my Loves! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž