1984 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Stardust, Major and #3

"Have you decided when you're planning on telling Will?" David nags for the hundredth time.

"I've decided I want to tell the boys first." I croak nodding to myself.

"Is that wise?" David mutters.

"Yes." I spit. "They deserve to know they're going to be having a little brother or sister."

"Have you called William's hospital?" David rushes with the questions.

"Yes." I reply again. "They've given me times for when I can visit, though they suggested I called before I came."

David just nods to me now. Ever since I dropped the baby bombshell on him, we've barely agreed on anything. At the rate we were going at, we would never be able to decide a name! We just argued!

"When are you telling them?"

"Soon." I bluntly reply and fix my blonde messy hair into a lose bun. "Maybe before Tommy's birthday?"

"That's a good idea." David finally agreed with something. "But his birthday is only a couple of days away, Ros."

"Then we'll tell the boys when they get home from school tonight."

"Tonight?" David says stunned.

"Why not?"

David pulls a disgusted face, almost afraid of how they'll react.

"It'll be fine." I gulp.

***

The boys returned not long after, the boys went back to school only last week so of course, they were exhausted.

Once dinner was on the table, both David and I sat down too.

"Boys," I cough. "David and I have some important news to share with you."

The boys are wide eyed, Ziggy has even stopped chewing and is statue-like. Now that I know I have their full attention I continue.

"Stardust... Major..." I mutter looking at them as I call their nicknames out. "You're going to have another sibling."

Tommy excitedly shouts and claps for us, but Ziggy has not moved from when I told him I had news. My eldest is expressionless, and clearly full of questions. The little alien swallows hard on his mouthful and narrows his eyes at me.

"Who's is it?" He maturely says deeply. "Who's the dad?"

I was overwhelmingly shocked at how mature Ziggy was at this point, he had thought very hard about this question. "We'll talk more about it later Zigs." I lower my voice.

"No go on," Ziggy shouts. "It's either my sibling, or Tommy's sibling!" I had to admit, mine and David's son was smart... The little alien must've got his intelligence from his father.

"Ziggy, enough." David instructs calmly.

With a careful warning, Ziggy is soon quiet again, and chews a much longer time then needed on his food, followed by more harsh, hard swallows.

"I don't want another brother or sister." Ziggy mumbles.

"I do!" Tommy say cheerfully.

I suppose I could understand Ziggy, he could barely remember when Tommy was born. But now, he understood what jealousy was. Tommy was my age when Henry was expected, and his reaction to my baby was just the same as when mum was having Henry - I couldn't have been happier with Tommy, considering I thought it would be him to cause a fuss!

"Ziggy, what's so bad about all of this?" I mutter worriedly.

Out of nowhere, Ziggy throws his plate across the room, food splatters across the kitchen walls and the plate smashes into small pieces. "Ziggy!" David yells. "Go to your room!"

"Why can't you see how strange this all is?!" Ziggy screams at me angrily. "You don't care what I feel! You just do what you want! Well guess what mum, I hate this!"

Ziggy storms up to his room, David, Tommy and I sit in silence as I hear Ziggy pace the length of his room.

"I'll be back in a minute." I mutter and head upstairs after him.

I open Ziggy's room a touch and see him lying on his bed with his arms folded.

"Stardust?" I purr across to him.

"What." He replies stubbornly.

"What can I do? What would you make you happy?" I ask and sit next to him on his bed.

I begin to brush the golden curls with my fingers and trace his jaw line with my fingertips.

Ziggy sits up which makes me stop too and he then huffs. "You really want to know?"

I nod at him hopeful I can sort this all out.

"Marry David, and tell me your baby is my brother or sister."

I scoff a laugh and choke at my sons words. "You're 9, Ziggy, how can you possibly think about all of this?!"

"That's how you can make everything make sense. You and David should've decided to get married when you found out you were pregnant with me! If you don't marry him, you'll lose him all over again!"

"Ziggy-"

"And then what? Wait another 10 years? Marry someone else in that time? Nearly die? Again?!" I'm taken back immensely by my eldest, maybe I told him my stories too young, maybe I should've waited to tell him...

"Zigs-"

"Just go away." He spits at me and I can feel my heart break all over again.

I don't say anything once I'm downstairs, I ask Tommy to go and see Ziggy and try to convince him that the baby is good news, not bad news.

"Well at least Major's excited." David says as he swirls his wine around in his glass.

"Yes, I'm surprised Tommy is and Ziggy isn't." I huff.

"So what did Ziggy say?"

"He said he wants me to marry you so I won't mess up another 10 years of my life." I blush thinking about marrying Bowie.

"You suggested marriage 10 years ago, but-"

"You were married to Angie." I interrupt.

"He'll be fine by the morning, sort it out then with our boy." David puts his glass down and wraps his arm around my neck comfortingly.

"I can't sort it tomorrow." I grumble.

"Why not?"

"I'm seeing William, to tell him the news." I breathe.