Remembering Gatsby (A Sequel to A Night Without Gatsby)

Chapter 4- Honey, I'm Home!

Gatsby yawned softly as he woke up from is mid-afternoon nap. He looked around the white room, the feeling of loneliness creeping upon him again. But there was something else... Not happiness, but a feeling of dread, as if something was wrong. As if he was in danger. 

"... Nurse!!" He called out weakly, his voice still not completely back. A small nurse walked in. 

"Yes, Mr. Gatsby?" 

"I need to make a call to my... brother." Gatsby didn't dare to say he was going to call his husband? What if she started to yell at him, what if they kicked him out? Also, him and Nick weren't married. Were they? It seemed like it. They lived together and did almost everything together. Hell, they even took care of a child and a pupper. 

The nurse nodded and went to plug a phone for him. He sat up and sighed. "I hope Nick is okay..."

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Nick and Rose awoke when they heard the phone by the bed ringing. With a heavy groan, he gently picked it up and answered. "Hello, you've reached Gatsby's manor, please leave a message for--" 

"Nicky?"

Nick's heart leaped, and his stomach dropped. How he had longed to hear his voice, but it was at such a bad time. "Jay? Y-you should be resting..."

"Love, I rested for three to four years, it's time that I get back to action. I'm going home to you and the missus tomorrow!" Jay's voice beamed pure happiness. Nick started to cry. He tried desperately to hold back sobs of pain and despair. "Nicky? Nicky, what's wrong?" Jay sat up, clutching onto the phone. 

"Please... come home..." Nick could barely speak due to his sobs. To be alone for so long, having to run the entire business he could never make sense of, and taking care of a child and pup he had picked up. It was all weighing down on his shoulders, he needed someone to cry on, someone who actually cared and loved him for him. 

"I'll be over in half an hour. Time me." Jay hung up. 

Nick trembled and sobbed heavily, curling up on the bed. 

"Papa, what's wrong?" 

Rose held onto Bradley closely, the both looking concerned for him. 

"... Daddy is coming home..." Nick trembled softly. ".... Daddy will be here in... half an hour..."

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Gatsby arrived in ten minutes. He pulled up into the driveway, when he noticed another car was parked there. "... Nicky doesn't drive...." He leaped out. "Samuel." 

Sam had been awaiting for the arrival of Jay, and smiled worriedly. "Good to have you back, sir. Nick and Rose are in the fields, playing with Bradley." 

"Thank you, but, who's car is that?" Gatsby pointed to the red sleek car. 

Sam gulped softly. "Mr. Al Capone's, s-sir..."

Gatsby's jaw dropped. "Al? What's Al doing here?" Gatsby went in, going straight to Nick and Rose. 

Nick smiled softly as he watched Rose chase around the butterflies with Bradley. He laid down and took in a deep breath. He needed to relax. Everything was going okay. He had help (more or less) from Al, he had Klaus and Draven caring for Rose, and he had the household maids and butlers to help with around the house. He always hated asking for other people to help, but this help he really needed. He would have sunk down to the bottom if not for them. 

"Old sport..." Gatsby watched as Nick slowly reopened his eyes. The look of pure joy and happiness in his face made Gatsby proud and happy as the two hugged tightly, each one not letting go. "My love..." Gatsby held Nick close, gently rocking him back and forth as he buried his face in his neck. 

Nick sobbed heavily, holding onto him tightly. "J-Jay... It's been too long...." Gatsby softly kissed him. He whispered sweet nothings into his ear as he gently caressed his back. 

"Love, I have to ask. Why is Al at our home?" 

Nick trembled and spilled everything out that had happened throughout the years. The debts, the trying to figure out how that business worked, the trying to ask for help, the problems with Rose's school, and Al trying to force himself on him for years. 

Gatsby shook with rage. How could he do all that. 

"... I'll set things right... don't worry anymore, love..."

{Author's Note: Ahhhhhh I am such a sucker for sweet things. I have no creativity left so I may not update for a while. Oh well. Stay safe and happy my marshy mallows!!}