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Unexpected (a Pinecest story)	By : Edward_or_Ford Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 18898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Autumn 2015
Dipper leaned across to the older student's textbook. “So you can determine the linear function which takes value f of a at a, and f of b at b, by this formula,” pointing at an equation, “because the first term is 0 when x is b and is f of a when x is a, while the second term is 0 when x is a and is f of b when x is b.” He paused, searching for comprehension in the face of the teenager beside him. “Understand?”
The young man beside him wore the jacket of the Westfield High football team. He looked back dumbly. “No, man! This calculus shit is hard! You gotta slow it down, okay?”
Inside, Dipper screamed in frustration at this idiot's lack of even basic intelligence. Outwardly, he smiled politely. “Okay, no problem. Let's see if I can explain it another way…”
Since he’d showed up as a newcomer to the mid-sized New Jersey town at the beginning of summer, Dipper had gained a favorable reputation as an excellent tutor. He worked long hours over July and August with teens requiring assistance with their remedial summer classes, and now with regular schooling resumed, he worked afternoons and evenings as well as all day on Saturdays.
The jock was Dipper's last client of the day. The town’s library, which didn't seem to mind if he used it as the base of operations for his tutoring business, just announced closing time in ten minutes, meaning it was almost nine o'clock. Dipper yawned, dreading his own homework which he had yet to touch.
His cell phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. And suddenly he was not tired at all!
“Sorry gotta go no charge for today's session bye!” Dipper spewed as he hurled his books into his bag. Seconds later, he was out the library doors into the late September evening, on his bicycle, and pedaling home as fast as his legs could get him there.
Mabel reflected on all that had happened over the last several months. The memories flew by in a rush.
The emotional trauma of that night in March when she and Dipper had confessed to their parents. How it had taken hours between the yelling and crying to explain what had happened between her and her brother over the last year, and the feelings over the years before that led up to their relationship. How they made their parents at least begin to understand that their love, wrong or not, was genuine. And how Mabel was determined to keep the baby.
The week that followed. Their vacation cancelled. Endless accusations and demands, outbursts and pleading. Negotiation. Questions. Research. And finally, reluctant agreement on a plan, a plan of action for the whole family.
The remainder of the school year. Bulkier sweaters than usual. Suppressing the nausea. Uncomfortable deflection of questions from friends about the upcoming summer. Stealthy packing of belongings on weekends and after school.
Moving out of the only home she and Dipper had ever known at the end of June. Moving to a smaller house in a new town across the country.
Continuing to grow ever bigger throughout the summer. Learning the skills necessary to be a parent. Laughing ironically at the way she waddled like her pet pig. Complaining about the pains in her back. Crying about how inadequate and unprepared she felt.
She and her brother’s sixteenth birthday. Celebrating quietly and uncomfortably, no one but the four of them in the house. Sharing a brief kiss under their parents’ watchful, disapproving eyes.
Registering for school. Enduring the silent scorn of the other students. Lying about the parentage of the baby, telling anyone who cared to speak to her that the father was in California.
Watching Dipper labouring harder than ever before in his life. Working to be financially supportive. Working to continue to get top grades in school. Working to learn how to be a great father. Always working, tirelessly.
The strange experience of feeling her water breaking the previous night. Texting Dipper to come home immediately. The entire family rushing to the hospital as she began to feel contractions.
The pain. The unbelievable pain! The patient, soothing words of encouragement and support from her brother, whom she wanted as her coach. The unintentional hilarity of seeing him almost pass out as the delivery reached its climax.
All these memories flashed by in an instant, all the hardships now undoubtedly worth it. As she lay exhausted on the delivery room bed, with her brother hovering by her side, she was holding an incredible, tiny, brand-spanking new person in her arms! Their daughter. She and Dipper had made a beautiful, perfect little girl!
The following evening was a Thursday. Dipper knew Mabel and the baby were discharged from the hospital after lunch some hours before, but he had been at school and then the library all day. Excited, he bicycled home as quickly as he could, arriving home shortly after nine.
Dipper’s father, as per usual since their move to the east coast, was busy in his basement office with late-night work. His mother was also home, emerging from the laundry room after doing the first of what would be hundreds of loads of clothes and towels in the coming year. Dipper gave Waddles a scratch behind the ear, before finding his sister in the house’s modest living room, sitting in a rocking chair and breastfeeding their infant as she hummed a lullaby.
She lifted her head as Dipper came in. She looked haggard and dead tired, her hair a tangled mess, and not a trace of makeup. And she smiled at him.
He swore to himself that she had never looked more beautiful!
Dipper heard a soft snort of suppressed amusement beside him. He turned to see his mother was smirking at his awestruck face, recognizing that look of hopelessly complete love. Then her expression softened, and she tilted her head towards Mabel. He smiled gratefully to his mother, then quickly padded over to his lover and daughter.
His mother watched the young couple and their child, a war of emotions within her.
After finding out about Mabel’s pregnancy, she and her husband had eventually respected Mabel’s desire to keep the baby. But they knew they couldn’t just leave their children to be exposed to the terrible treatment that would surely come, once the neighborhood and school found out Mabel was pregnant. In particular, they anticipated that there would be rumors that perhaps Mabel’s strangely-close twin brother was the father, rumors that would be impossible to disprove. The innuendo and shaming would have been horrific, and legal authorities might even have gotten involved.
Their father had been granted permission from his tech company to quickly transfer from the San Francisco head office to a branch office in Newark, but he regularly was required to be available on west coast time for additional assignments. Their mother closed down her real estate business in Oakland, and was taking a hiatus from trying to begin again in New Jersey until Mabel and the baby no longer needed her. For the sake of protecting their children, both parents had given up or damaged their career paths, leaving the family with much less money and a far more uncertain retirement plan.
The twins’ father quietly climbed the stairs from the basement and hugged his wife from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and also taking in the scene before them. The twins were oblivious to their presence. To their parents, Dipper and Mabel looked like any young couple in love.
But few couples had to deal with their circumstances. The decision to keep the baby had also forced Mabel and Dipper to sacrifice greatly. Their parents had forbidden Mabel from even considering dropping out of school, as so many teen mothers do. The local school board was piloting a program that gave teenage mothers four weeks of maternity leave from high school attendance, provided she continue to complete school work at home. After this, Mabel would return to school every day while her mother cared for the baby, an arrangement her mother agreed to for a year. After that, the child would need to have daycare, and that needed to be paid for. Two years of school and homework while raising a baby was a formidably difficult plan.
Earning extra money was Dipper’s sacrifice. To ensure that he lived up to his responsibility as the child’s father, he would have to work long hours in addition to school. All his earnings were to go into paying for the baby’s needs and health care costs, costs that were not covered by their father’s benefit package. Anything left would go to savings to pay for future daycare expenses. He had no reluctance for this, but he did have some regret that he would not legally be the baby’s father. The documents would be registered with the father listed as “unknown”, and he admitted that it would be less complicated for the child if she were to officially be just his niece. They had plenty of time to decide how they would tell their daughter about her parentage when she got older.
The final sacrifice was the hardest to accept: the twins were forbidden by their parents any physical intimacy. This was non-negotiable for their parents, regardless of how strongly Dipper and Mabel felt for each other. For their only children to be sexually active together was simply unacceptable, a mistake that would not be permitted to be repeated. Beyond “normal” brother and sister behavior, they would only be allowed short kisses on the lips, and only when the teens were at home. The parents promised very unpleasant punishment if they ever found out this rule had been broken, not the least of which would be the loss of any chance of restoring trust in their kids. They did, however, acknowledge that if the twins still felt their unnatural romantic attachment to one another after a year of parenting, they would grudgingly revisit this issue at that time.
Ultimately, both twins had accepted the terms laid out. They agreed they had to show their parents that they were serious about their child, and about each other. If their parents could give so much up for them and their well-being, and allow them to remain under the same roof even after such a colossal error of judgement on their part, they could withstand the challenge. They promised to take this “mistake”, and make it into something wonderful.
The twins’ mother held tight to her husband’s arms as they watched the scene across the room. Then she turned her head to peer at his face. He looked back. She wordlessly communicated a simple question with a sideways glance of her eyes and a sympathetic expression: Maybe, just this once, we could give them some time to themselves? After a brief pause, he gave her a small smile and a nod.
They gave one last long look at their children and grandchild, then turned and went to their bedroom.
“She’s amazing!” Dipper whispered in awe as the infant suckled on Mabel’s breast.
“Yeah!” Mabel replied quietly. “I can’t believe just how amazeballs she really is!”
They watched in silence for another minute as the baby appeared to have taken enough. She coughed, then began to cry. Mabel pulled her shirt back into place, threw a towel over her shoulder, and gingerly lifted the squawking little human up to her shoulder, giving gentle pats to her back. Mabel laughed in delight as the cries were interrupted for a second by a large burp, and a substantial stream of milky spit flowed out of the baby’s mouth onto the towel. She then resumed crying, somewhat less urgently now.
Obliquely, Dipper couldn’t believe how happy he could be while wiping up baby puke! He smiled stupidly while studying the little girl’s features and running a finger delicately through her wisps of thin, wavy brown hair, and then lovingly caressed her forehead with his thumb.
Soon enough, the infant’s cries grew weaker as the milk settled into her stomach. Mabel supported her head and pulled her down onto her back, cuddling her securely in her arms. The baby made a big yawn, accompanied by an adorable squeaking sound, and fell asleep within a minute.
“We’re gonna be just fine!” Mabel murmured to the baby as she carefully stood up with her precious bundle. “You’re absolutely perfect! I’ll try to keep remembering that as you get bigger!” she giggled softly.
Dipper chuckled. “And you’ve got no idea how awesome your Mommy is,” he said as he embraced his sister from behind and nuzzled her neck while gazing down on their child, unconsciously duplicating the same position as their parents from minutes before.
“I am pretty awesome!” she agreed, addressing her baby. “But your Uncle Dipper? He’s just heckin’ ridonkulous! He’ll be all the Daddy you will ever need, I guarantee it!” She turned to look playfully into her brother’s face, their cheeks pressing lightly against one another.
He held her body closer and longingly stared into her eyes. He tried to speak, his mouth opening and closing twice, and his eyes becoming wet.
“I love you, Mabel! … So, so much! More than ever!” He looked apologetic at the inadequacy of his words.
Tears began flowing down Mabel’s face as she reached for his lips with her mouth, and as they kissed, Dipper slid around to face her. He held them both, the two most important things to him that had ever existed. He felt giddiness and warmth unlike ever before, as he and the love of his life kissed, with their sleeping child nestled between them.
As their lips parted, Mabel whispered, “I love you, too, Dipper.” They rested their foreheads together happily and admired their innocent daughter.
“And as for you, little one,” Mabel said softly, leaning down to kiss the baby’s forehead, “you need to go to bed so we can do our homework!” Dipper reluctantly released his hold, then felt his heart jump as Mabel motioned for him to take the baby. Ever so carefully, they moved the infant from her mother’s arms to her father’s. After a brief moment, Dipper was followed by Mabel into her bedroom where the baby’s crib was waiting. After duplicating the forehead kiss, he carefully laid the sleeping baby down on the soft mattress. She didn’t wake up, and the teenagers were both satisfied with his efforts.
Finally, Dipper reached down and again lightly touched the baby’s forehead. He smiled once more at the subtle birthmark, faint but unmistakable. Five dots that perfectly replicated the constellation Cassiopeia.
“Goodnight, Cassie,” he murmured dreamily.
“We love ya, Baby Cass,” added Mabel in an adoring whisper.
The twins straightened up, verified the night light was on, and then took each other's hands and made their way out to the dining room to begin their homework.
This story was a long process for me. I’ve always been, and I remain, somewhat conflicted on the subject of “Pinecest progeny”. Nonetheless, this was a story I wanted to tell. I hope you liked it.
Major thanks go out to my team of volunteer beta readers:Tumblr friends sevralships, sprucepinecest, stella-facem-ducens, yaschiri, pinetreeoverme, bizarrejoe, redtrot,, and especially the incredible work of my newest friend here on AFF, BR42. I can’t thank all of you enough.
Also, thanks again to noneatnonedotcom on Tumblr for providing me with the prompt that, while unfulfilled, was the spark that ignited this fic.
And obvious gratitude to pinestimes2 on tumblr for the incredible artwork. See http://edward-or-ford.tumblr.com/post/147796397817/ for the post dedicated to it.
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