Oliver: Chapter: 5 "Thanksgiving"
Title: Oliver
Genre: Post-513, Daddy!Fic, Fluff
Summary: Brian and Justin's lives post 513, focusing mainly on raising the newest addition to their family, their son, Oliver.
Timeline: 2013--->
Notes: This story will have 100 'sections', and is based upon the fanfic 100 table, but I'll be rearranging some of it a bit. You can find it here--> Oliver Master Post Table Basically, this story is meant to be a breather for me while I finish my original novel. Each section will be at least 500 words, and with 100 sections, that will mean I will reach the 50,000 nanorwrimo goal when it's completed.
This story is a thank you for all of you fanfiction readers who have stuck by me for so long. Sections, aka, chapters, will probably be posted quite rapidly as I usually like to get my fist 50,000 nanorwimo words out of the way. I wanted to give you something back that would be a 'feel good' story. Enjoy!
*note- In case anyone didn't understand: Brian is the biological father and Stephanie, Justin's cousin is the bio-mother. Stephanie's specific type of MD is only hereditary if both parents carry the gene. Brian was tested, as stated in the previous chapter, and he was not a carrier of the gene. I'm a research / use life experience freak, you all know that, right?
Oliver
Chapter: 5 "Thanksgiving"
I have no idea why Justin said we’d host Thanksgiving. Yes, we have a big house and an over-sized dining room, but that doesn’t mean that it should be used every single holiday. Oliver is still new, and we’re going to have dozens of people passing germs to him and disrupting his schedule. Okay, so we barely have a schedule with him because he’s the boss as far as sleeping, eating and pooping goes. But what if today is the day he chooses to be on the schedule Justin and I have been trying to get him to adhere to? What then? Britin may be huge, but with our loud ass family and friends, they’d be sure to bother him.
“Still pissed with me?” Justin asks, cautiously walking into the nursery.
I ignore him, because he fucking knows I’m not going to stop being pissed until everyone leaves us alone tonight. I might not even be so angry about this if I didn’t just find out two days ago that Justin had planned this and conveniently forgot to tell me.
“You know, you really are going to make me ruin your surprise.”
“I’m not sure I want any more of your surprises,” I say. “Daddy sucks at surprises,” I whisper to Oliver. He of course smiles up at me in agreement because he isn’t too fond of our insane family either.
“You didn’t put him in the outfit my mom got him?” Justin asks sadly, walking over to us.
“If he has to attend this event, he’s going to look good,” I say, buttoning his vest. “You can make him wear the turkey thing later.”
“So, you’re not even curious about my surprise?”
I pick up Olly and hand him over to Justin. “No surprise, I smell pecan pie baking.”
He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh of annoyance. “Brian, are you really going to brood all day?”
Yes, I am. “I don’t fucking brood. I’m fucking pissed and rightly so. You invited a ton of people to our house…”
“Gus is here.”
His words stop my own and my breath catches. “What?”
“I didn’t forget to tell you about us hosting dinner, it was a sudden thing. Lindsay called a couple of days ago and said Gus got a clean bill of health. They’re here.” He shrugs. “Surprise.”
“You’re serious?” Gus hasn’t been able to come down and visit because he’s been battling one sickness after another the last two months and we couldn’t risk Olly getting sick. Gus has been waiting to meet Oliver for so long. Justin and I have been anxiously awaiting the meeting too. I can’t believe… “You’re amazing,” I tell him, my mood shifting completely as I bring him into my arms and kiss him.
“Careful,” Justin laughs, pushing out of my embrace.
“I’m pretty sure that Olly has given up on caring if he’s squeezed between us.” Really, Oliver is staring at me with a perfectly content expression. “You ready to meet your big brother?” I ask him.
Oliver lets out a loud burp and Justin laughs, “I think that was a man’s way of saying ‘yes’.”
I make a quick grab for a burp rag and place it under Oliver’s chin. “It’s also a baby’s way of saying, ‘Better watch out, I might puke soon’.”
“Which is why you should’ve put him in the turkey outfit, you wouldn’t have cared if he spewed all over that.”
“That may true, but I would care if the first pictures I have of him and Gus together feature him looking like the meal we’re all about to eat.”
“He is edible though,” Justin says, raising Olly up and nibbling on the fat roll under his neck.
“Change him after pictures,” I bargain. “But I’ll trust you to know the difference between him and the bird in the oven. I have it on good authority that Olly is not fond of bite marks.”
Justin pinches my ass and grins wickedly. “Unlike you?”
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“I’m your big brother, Gus,” he introduces, looking awed as he cradles his baby brother against his chest securely.
Oliver has my eyes and hair color, but usually when I look at him I notice the Taylor genes. Seeing Gus and Oliver together, finally, I can see their similarities and there’s no denying that they are brothers. I also see me. It’s jarring, overwhelming and makes me feel like a big huge lesbian, but I’m too thankful to have them both together, at last, to care.
“We’re complete now,” Justin says, obviously being attacked by the lesbian bug too.
Members of our family are all watching the scene too, making comments and noises but I think I’m glad they’re here. All of our friends and family should be here to celebrate our sons meeting for the first time. Even though I’m annoyed with big gatherings during the holidays, our family wouldn’t be complete without all of them here to share this with us.
I pull Justin close and whisper, “Thank you.” Those two words will never be enough to relay just how thankful I am to have him in my life. The sentimentality of the scene I’m witnessing is infecting me and I guess I just don’t care enough to eradicate it. Twelve years ago, I never would’ve thought that this would be me. But then, one night in early September, I stumbled out of Babylon and saw him.
“You’re really good with him, Gus,” Justin praises, walking over and kneeling in front of the sofa where Gus sits with Oliver. “Isn’t he, Brian?” he asks, his sunshine smile making my heart do the leaping thing it does when he looks at me the way he is now.
“Yeah, he is,” I say proudly.
“Two sons,” Lindsay whispers from behind me.
“Three,” I correct and send a silent thank you to whatever, whoever it is that’s out there and decided to place Justin under the streetlight that night.
*extra -this is the 180 dollar Armani outfit Brian puts on Olly.
*extra -this is what Olly looks like in this time frame.
TBC in -----> Blue