Terrorcest one shots

(4) language barrier

Tommy nestles the baby in his arms. She's perfect, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. She's also been asleep for a bit, thank god. Tommy's parents are about to come down to recovery to meet their little granddaughter. Nikki is sitting beside the bed, his face is a mixture of expressions that are very confusing. He's looked like this for the past 30 minutes now, and Tommy is wondering if it has something to do with earlier when Nikki asked if he would be a good dad.

"Nikki? What, is wrong?" He asks, sitting up a little more in the bed.

"It's nothing." Nikki sighs.

Tommy gives him a look, and Nikki sighs. "I had a rough childhood. It wasn't good for me. My dad abandoned me when I was two and I only saw him once more. My mom  was abusive and absent and abandoned me multiple times. The only good parental models I have are my grandparents, but yet I still feel like a little part of me that should know how to raise a child is missing. I feel like that since I have my parents genes, that I may accidentally mess up with this kid like my parents messed up with me." Nikki spills, choking up.

Tommy nods, not really sure of what to say. "Nikki, your parents ass, but you will do better dude." He mumbles, handing the baby to Nikki to cement his point.

Nikki looks down at the tiny human, letting Tommys point sink into  his brain. It feels better when other people say what he's thinking, that he can be better than his parents. The baby looks so fragile, so small and Nikki feels the need to protect her, and to shelter her. His heart swells with love when he looks at her, and he can't imagine ever wanting to hurt her.

Nona and Tom would love this. 

WAIT- HE NEVER TOLD NONA AND TOM!

"Oh fuck." He mumbles, looking over at the clock to see what time it would be in America if he was to call them. He hands the baby to Tommy and gives a quick explanation that he has tocall his grandparents.

He waits in the elevator before heading outside to a pay phone. The air is crisp, since it's December. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and shakes one out into his hand, lighting it and then putting the euro coins into the payphone to call Nona and Tom. There's a click on the other end as somebody picks up the phone, and he blows a puff of smoke away.

"Hello?" An old woman asks, it's Nona.

"Hey, Nona, it's me, Nikki." Nikki mumbles into the phone, feeling his chest tighten.

"Nikki? Honey how are you, we haven't heard from you since you shipped out."

"I-I'm good...a lot happened...and uh- well I'm just gonna say it.." He trails off, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Is something wrong?" 

"Noo- well, I don't think so. Um- so I met someone..."

"Good for you Frankie- Nikki."

"Yeah, and uh, He just gave birth tonight. So now I have a daughter-"

"He?"

"Yeah, his names Tommy. He has something with his chromosomes, and it gave him a uterus, and the ability to get pregnant. Which, uh, was crazy, but anyways, I have the cutest little girl in the whole world, even though she's too bald to be either mine or Tommys."

Nikkis nona seems to be thinking about something, probably pondering the fact that her grandson just had a completely biological baby with another boy. "I'm proud of you Nikki." She says after a moment, and Nikki instantly relaxes.

"Thanks Nona." They continue talking until Nikki runs out of money and he finally heads upstairs to Tommy.

Athena is sprawled out in what was Nikkis chair, holding the baby and laughing at something Voula is saying in Greek. David is sitting beside them, so Nikki climbs into the hospital bed with Tommy, laying nose to nose with him. He stares into Tommys eyes, getting lost in the deep brown. Tommy  wraps an arm around Nikkis waist and gently pulls himself closer, their lips meeting in a soft breath.