BLINDSPOT-REPATA LUV

LA MADRINA

ADULT (smarmy language-sexual in nature)

Sitting on Rich's lap, playing (more like YANKING) with his beard, Nat yawns several times; she's having so much fun, though, and fights against her inexorable sleepiness-its past her naptime.

Tasha goes over to where Rich is seated, reaching out to collect her Daughter from the tech wiz. Nat, of course, is less than happy.

"No!, " Nat cries, twisting in her Mother's arms. "Mami, NO! Sepet!"

"Ya, hombre, vamos a dormir, yuyyyuy...yayaya...tiene mimis, yayaya...acostamos las dos...OK, OK..." as she goes down the hall to Nat's room, she calls back over her shoulder, " Guys, I need to lay down with her a few minutes-back in ten." (Alright; let's go to sleep...you're sleepy, let's both lie down).

The two agents call back their agreement, then concentrate on clearing the table. As they do, Rich says, "You know what a Madrina is, right? I don't just mean how do define it, I mean the job description."

"YES, Richdotcom; of course, I know. I'm responsible for not only contributing contribute for her 'coming-of-age' celebration but also her college expenses, etc...like that."

"Ooooh...'coming out'...that sounds interesting!" Rich of course, is joking.

"Quinceñera, lab rats," Zapata says, returning from putting Nat to sleep. "When Nat reaches 15 years old, there's a huge celebration, and yes, ALL of the GodParents contribute. Some are in charge of putting the food, some the music, some the celebration hall, etc."

"Damn!", exclaims Paterson. No one mentioned ANY of this when I agreed to this Madrina gig!"

"Stop crying, Blonde One," scolds RDC. "You're filthy rich; you can afford to throw the Kid a few HUNDRED of those shin-digs."

"Riiiight!," Zapata chimes in.

From Paterson: "BOTH of ya'll can kiss my well-padded ass!"

Chapter Text

"You're stressing way too much, Paterson: you contribute where necessary, IF necessary;
other than that, you provide birthday gifts, graduation gifts, that kind of thing.

Rich says, a little 'pouty', "I guess that leaves ME out."

DEEP sight from Tasha. "Rich, you're giving me a headache, okay? If Paterson is Nat's GodMother, and you and she will be Parents someday, so, GOD HELP ME, you have to be included by default."

Rich is ecstatic. "Day by day, she who shall not be named, you are getting closer and closer to BEING NAMED. Very, VERY soon."

"Yeah, Yeah...Paterson, can you crack that wine-the red, please? Nat will be down for at least two hours."

They chat, joking and gossiping as good, trusting friends do. Tasha broaches the subject of the data geeks' attempts to conceive. "How is that going?"

Blushing, Paterson grins and replies, "It's going...he may be a stubby, chunky, bulky little three-quarters talented egomaniac ("Easy!", cautions Rich), but he's not half-bad in the bed-sheets...capable, actually."

"Rich Dot Com! Swinging the dick!" Tasha and Paterson bump fists.

"Don't I get a 'dap'?", asks Rich.

The two Women dap him, and the four continue their gab-fest.

Paterson is curious about something: "Are you and Edgar going to have another one?"

"He wants another...probably when Nat is a year, or fifteen months or so. I LOVE being a Mother...so will you," she assures Paterson.

This from Paterson: "Rich...are you CRYING?"

"NO! Something in my eye!"

Within four months of that evening (there had been two more gatherings in between), Paterson and Rich announce the happiest of news: Patterson is expecting!!

This coincides with The Wellers announcing THEIR pregnancy; and Natasha's going to deliver as well (Paterson jokes that the women spend so much time together, their ovulating timeframes
are 'synced', which is probably why they are all pregnant at the same time)...

The sex of the Ender-Paterson child (the blonde woman is adamant that no child of HERS would bear the surname 'DOT COM') child is MALE; Kurt is giddy with relief that he will contribute a male heir. Tasha And Edgar don't know the gender of their child yet-they will in three weeks
more.

It's decided that Paterson and Rich will be Godparents of Wellers and 'Repata's babies; the Wellers PADRINOS (God Parents) of the Ender-Paterson and Repata children, Zapata and Reade, naturally, are assigned GP-ship of the other two couples offspring: more simply put each couple
are co-God Parents of the others' children.

"We're looking to YOU to get us through this, Tash!", Jane cries.

Tasha Zapata ALWAYS has a ready come-back: "Enjoy that quarter glass of wine
while you still can!"

"We're a TEAM, Rich...no wine for me, no wine for you...right?", Paterson says.

"Uhhhhh", Rich hedges.

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A FEW WEEKS LATER STILL...

"I still say that if WE can't have liquor, neither can the men!", complains Allie Knight (LOUDLY, as usual)...

Allison Knight (Mother to Kurt Weller's firstborn, Daughter Bethany), her now-husband Conor, The Wellers, Paterson, and Rich, are gathered at the Reade-Zapata condo: Brianna and Stuart round out the group.

Foul-mouthed Allie blurts "Brianna, you sneaky slut! Just had to see what a 'dark man' could do, huh? He BREAKS THAT BACK, you can tell us!?"

"AL ! What the fuck!?," Conor sputters, choking on some beer.

Uncharacteristically for her, Bri snarks back, "Yesh...GODDAMN, Allie!" Then, seconds later, she follows up with "I HANDLE my business...babe?"

Stuart dead-pans, "She does...she does THAT."

Tash changes the subject: "Are all of us planning to nurse?"

Paterson: "Still thinkin' about it"

Jane: "Kurt and his sister are 'boob babies'...I probably will."

Briana, in the moment, takes a large slurp of wine, smacking her lips.

"Bitch!", retorts Allie, good-naturedly.

"I definitely am...Reade's Mom convinced me," Tasha reports.

This talk of breastfeeding and babies is too much for the men: "Man Cave!", they announce as one, and leave the room.

In the man cave down the hall, Reade switches on ESPN (due to the COVID-19 issue), there are only re-runs of past NBA title games: Lakers-Celtics...

Apropo of nothing, Conor says, "Man...I'm a DAD...I did NOT see this coming..."

Kurt: "I know...as big a shock Bee's birth was, I Thank God for her every day...and that she has a good man living there with her." He tips her beer bottle toward Conor.

"I still haven't really grasped the concept: ME, as a Father; Nat brings the joy every day." Reade's grin is rueful.

"How about ME as a father!?", quips Rich."

"But...it's COOL, right?, Stuart asks.

Conor: I wouldn't trade it-WOULD NOT."

Kurt (with emphasis on the 'p': "Nope to the trade."

Reade: "I won't front...I can't wait."