The Diary

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        I led Beth to my garage, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I sat in the desk chair and she stood in front of me. "What'd you need?" She looked genuinely confused, worried.

       "I-I don't know how to say this, you-you're eugh gonna have to bear with me, sweetheart."

       She nodded, waiting.

        "Ok. First of all, I'm not your real dad. No, you're not adopted, but I'm not the Rick from this dimension. I was gone for 20 years because I died in this dimension. In dimension 137, my dimension, everybody else died. I came here because it fit. I fit in. Ok? I'm not related to you by blood. Don't eugh freak the f-fuck out until after I finish.
       "There's a-a-a law or something with Ricks and Mortys. It's an inevitable string of-of-of events eugh that leads to the same end. Alright, you got that.
       "There's eugh never going to be an easy way to-to say this, so I'm gonna lay it down right now. I didn't say goodbye to Morty when he left because your son fucking kissed m-me, alright Beth?"

       I watched her gasp, he eyes going wide before she covered her mouth. "M-Morty kissed you? Why didn't you tell me before?"

       "Gee, sweetheart, 'your son kissed me but it's okay it's normal' doesn't sound like a good ice-breaker."

       "What the hell do you mean it's normal?!" She sounded pissed.

       "Alright, you cannot kill me, o-ok? Please be un-understading." She nodded, fire in her eyes, "You better pray to everything I don't kill you when you're done, dad."

       "That's reassuring." I rolled my eyes, "It-It's normal for a Morty, or a Rick, to in-inevitably fall in-in love with their companion. And eugh and it's normal for them to-to have a, uh.. a relationship of sorts. I'm not saying I'm in a relationship with your son. I fought the Citadel tooth and nail on that one." 

       "Alright, that's nice to hear. Continue."

       "Beth, sweetheart, what I-I eugh I'm trying to say is your son fell first. I-I'm not his original Rick, but I am at the same time. His original died eugh be-before he was born. And I-I-I'm not related to you by blood. 
       "What I'm sk-skirting around here eugh is, uh... I was wondering...

       "Would you be fine with me dating your son? If-If he'll even have me anymore..." I looked away, covering my head from any possible blows.

       "Jesus... you're not my real dad?" 

       "No, the Rick in this dimension is dead. Killed by the Citadel." Beth nodded, "Yea, ok, and you're saying Morty fell in love with you?"

       I nodded, sighing. "And you want him to date you?"

       "Beth, sweetheart, I fought so damn hard," I was shaking at this point, "n-not to let it happen. I tried. But he started this eugh. I-I don't know why, but he started it. And I can't keep it up anymore. If I keep rejecting him, he's going to hate me forever. I tried to live with that the first time, but now I-I know eugh I can't live with that. So, if he'll have me, will you please let me date your son?"

       Beth stared wide-eyed at the ground for a moment. "You're not technically related to me, which means you're not technically related to Morty. I hate to say it, but I technically have no say in this. It's up to you and Morty. But I will say this," she glared, pointing a finger at me, "if he tells me one thing you did wrong, I don't care if he is an adult, I will handle it myself."

       I grinned after a moment, sitting up and pulling her into a hug, "Thanks, sweetheart. I'm still technically your dad though, eugh ri-right?" I pulled back and looked at her worriedly. She laughed and nodded, walking back into the house. 

       I sat back in my desk chair and went about planning how this would hopefully work out.

       There were still two days to Christmas.