74. Home

Genre: Drama, Romance
Characters:  Gary, Cian, Wilson
Prompt: 74. Home
Word Count: 1,096
Rating: R
Type: series
Summary: Cian puts her foot down once and for all; later makes another decision
Warnings: language
** Blah shots AGAIN


  Days earlier...

Since making eye contact with her father during the ultrasound, she felt the weight of his displeasure holding her down, silently giving her an ultimatum. Once Wilson left the room, Gary made his way to her bedside. He yanked the chair from the corner and positioned it in front her, staring at her with an intense gaze until she sadly looked away.
“Even after I told you to stay away from him, you slept with him.” He kept his voice low and calm, using his body language to convey his disappointment. “I apologize for not realizing what was going on with Ramone but I can’t accept this thing you have with the De Luca boy.”

“You don’t have to accept it.” She mumbled, tracing hearts on her exposed legs with her fingers still avoid his eyes.

“Cian, you’re selfish if you keep this baby!” His voice changed drastically as he moved to the edge of the chair. “This child will be confused! Black on one side and Italian on the other? Who will this child identify with? You know first hand what it’s like to grow up black and discriminated upon for it. What are you going to do when this child comes home crying because neither race accepts them? Be smart about this! Give yourself a chance! You’ll find someone within our race who will love you and give you children that you both can stand tall for.”

“I already found him.” She delivered another short answer, leveling her eyes with his. He’d unknowingly struck a nerve and quietly she allowed him to speak his peace, hoping the choice to be quiet would calm her by the time he finished.

“You think you have! Just wait until the next pretty white girl strolls by, he’ll drop you quicker than rumors in a gossip column!”

“Oh like you did with Mommy?” She snapped, no longer able to contain herself, “Funny thing, Dad, you still haven't owned up to it! You’re so stuck in you ways that you can’t even see your own faults! You caused all of this Dad! You and Wilson’s mother caused all of this! Have you even told Mom sorry?” She threw her hands up and laughed, “Of course you didn’t because you did nothing wrong, right? Sleeping with your friend’s white wife isn’t wrong yet I do it with their son and I committed the ultimate crime?”

“This is different!”

“You know what, you’re right, it is! You were just fucking her and Wilson and I are in love!”

“Watch your mouth!” He roared at her, lowering his brows further.

“Watch yours!” She retorted.

“You have only one chance to right this Cian and that’s now! I will not be connected to those people and that’s the end of it! Either get rid of this child or get out of my life!” He rose from the chair with his arms crossed. Cian looked up at him with a hate filled glare then reached over and hit the call button. “Nurse’s station.” The lady on the other end beamed. “Yes can you please have security escort this man from my room please? I’d do it myself but I’m PREGNANT” She said loudly, looking him in the eyes as she did, “and don’t think Dr. Pindell would approve of me shoving my foot down his throat.” She let go of the button and positioned herself on the bed with her legs hanging over the side and her hands folded neatly in her lap. She smiles sweetly, nodding toward the door, “Good-bye father. Now you shall have the perfect life with your favorite daughter like you always wanted!”

Gary shot her a lopsided smile before he retreated. Deep down in his heart he was proud of the way she’d stood up to him, a move he too once pulled on his own father. She’d made her decision loud and clear and from that day on, she was no longer his child and no longer welcome in his home.

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One week later...

Under the doctor’s care and Wilson’s watchful eye, Cian’s condition improved greatly. The color was returning to her skin and the constant headaches had subsided and were replaced by normal but sporadic bouts of morning sickness. After the conversation with her father a week earlier, Cian retreated to a mute state and refused to even look in Wilson’s direction. He wheeled his chair to the side of her bed and massaged her back, recoiling the second he realized she was crying. “How can they be so hateful?” She cried, “How can they hate an innocent child so much? My father called me selfish for wanting this baby and wanted me to get an abortion. How could he ask me to do that?” She turned to face Wilson, “Choose between us and him! I know they hate each other but it runs that deep that our baby has to suffer?”

“Our baby won’t suffer!” Wilson brushed away her tears with his thumb and fought back his own. It pained him to see her distraught and even more knowing that his father felt the same way. “Move over.” He rose slowly from his wheelchair and eased onto the bed next to her.

She positioned herself to the right of him, careful not to lean against his healing wound. “Remember what we talked about on the island?” He asked as he stroked her hair, “You weren’t so sure that we could make it through this hate between them and I told you there wasn’t enough in the world to keep me from you. The same goes for our child.” He paused, allowing the word, the thought of their baby to dance across his mind. He was excited, and proud to say that he’d created a life with the love of his life and as soon as they were both free to leave, he’d give her the happily ever after she deserved. “Can we move?” Cian lifted her head off of his chest enough to see his eyes. “And take you away from Renee? She’d hunt us down and kill me!” His chuckle vibrated through her and induced a smile of her own. “She can always come for a visit. Bianca and Giana too. Please Will! I want our own home like you spoke of with the balcony overseeing the beach and a studio that we can work out to be a combination of my art and the restaurant you said you want.” She looked up once again with puppy dog eyes and her lower lip poked out like a child. Wilson grinned, tilted her chin and dropped his lips on hers, “I thought you’d never ask.”