Hank, Forge
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xp_logsBackdated a bit - after Dani's court appearance, Hank, Dani, and Forge are back at the motel. Dani has passed out, but Hank and Forge talk a little.
Hank tugged a blanket up over Dani, who didn't even twitch. Poor kid, it had been a hellish day for her... "Sleep will do her good," he said softly, glancing over at Forge. "We can go pick up some food later."
He and Forge hadn't really had a chance to talk since they arrived... and he suspected that Dani had told him about the adoption offer, at least. Probably not his acceptance, they hadn't really been alone since then. "So," he said softly. "Did Dani talk to you about her plans for the baby, now that she's an officially single woman?" Well, they had to start somewhere.
Slowly, Forge nodded. "She's said she's putting the baby up for adoption. Didn't say much more than that, I didn't push. I mean, it's a pretty big decision. Hope she's doing the right thing."
Hank nodded. "Did she tell you she asked me to adopt him or her?" he said softly. He couldn't help a fond glance at the significant bulge under the blanket. She might still change her mind, and he couldn't get his hopes up too much.... but if it did work out....
Forge's yawn turned into a cough as his eyes grew wide. "Wait, hold up," he gasped weakly. "You? I mean, that's great, but... at the school? That's... I don't get it."
"It would mean she could still see the baby, without having to be solely responsible for it - or fiscally responsible for it at all. I'm more than capable of providing for a child, and... well. I've always wanted children."
Thinking on that for a moment, Forge shrugged. "It's her call. I mean, I think you'll make a great dad. And she'll still be around to watch her - or him - grow up. I mean, if she stays at the school."
"Indeed." Hank nodded. "And.... well. She may change her mind, and if she does, I certainly wouldn't try to hold her to our agreement." He sighed a little wistfully. "I do confess, though, to hoping she doesn't. I may not have another chance, and... well. As I said, I've always wanted children... ever since I was your age."
Forge snorted out loud at that one. "At my age? Man, I don't even know if I want a girlfriend at my age." He looked over at where Dani was sleeping, nodding again. "She's really done with it, this whole place, this old life. She gets a chance to start over. Raise her kid in a better place, you know?" He smiled sadly for a moment. "Kid's going to get two parents that love it. Better than he or she would've got here."
"Oh, yes indeed. I met Sheldon. I think I should get some sort of prize for not picking him up by his head and shaking him until he cried and wet himself." Hank growled a little. "He denied paternity, as well. The little weasel."
"Asshole," Forge hissed. "Him and his family. Backwards-thinking go-nowhere wastes of perfectly good breathing oxygen. And these-" he gestured out the window towards where the reservation lay miles away through the Oklahoma plains. "These are the people I'm supposed to recognize as an important part of my heritage? Hell with that, man."
"Now, now, Forge, Sheldon is a very important part of your heritage." Hank smiled wryly. "It's important to remember that total assholes appear in every time, place, and culture. Even one's own."
"Amen," the young man agreed, kicking his shoes off and rolling onto the motel's couch, leaving the larger second bed for Hank. "Here's to progress overcoming atavism. And to impending fatherhood. You know," he said with a grin, "I hear that the ladies can't resist a single parent."
Hank laughed. "Well, I suppose I can always hope... but I suspect that an infant, which takes up most of its parents' time and attention, is more likely to act as a deterrent to the ladies than an attraction."
"Never can tell, Doc," Forge drawled, pulling a blanket over himself and yawning. "If I've learned one thing about women, it's that you never can tell."
Hank chuckled, reaching over to pat his shoulder. "That's true," he agreed. "And you get some sleep. I'll just step out to pick up some food for later."
Forge waved weakly, dropping his face into the pillow. Who knew boredom could be so exhausting? he asked before dropping into sleep.
Hank tugged a blanket up over Dani, who didn't even twitch. Poor kid, it had been a hellish day for her... "Sleep will do her good," he said softly, glancing over at Forge. "We can go pick up some food later."
He and Forge hadn't really had a chance to talk since they arrived... and he suspected that Dani had told him about the adoption offer, at least. Probably not his acceptance, they hadn't really been alone since then. "So," he said softly. "Did Dani talk to you about her plans for the baby, now that she's an officially single woman?" Well, they had to start somewhere.
Slowly, Forge nodded. "She's said she's putting the baby up for adoption. Didn't say much more than that, I didn't push. I mean, it's a pretty big decision. Hope she's doing the right thing."
Hank nodded. "Did she tell you she asked me to adopt him or her?" he said softly. He couldn't help a fond glance at the significant bulge under the blanket. She might still change her mind, and he couldn't get his hopes up too much.... but if it did work out....
Forge's yawn turned into a cough as his eyes grew wide. "Wait, hold up," he gasped weakly. "You? I mean, that's great, but... at the school? That's... I don't get it."
"It would mean she could still see the baby, without having to be solely responsible for it - or fiscally responsible for it at all. I'm more than capable of providing for a child, and... well. I've always wanted children."
Thinking on that for a moment, Forge shrugged. "It's her call. I mean, I think you'll make a great dad. And she'll still be around to watch her - or him - grow up. I mean, if she stays at the school."
"Indeed." Hank nodded. "And.... well. She may change her mind, and if she does, I certainly wouldn't try to hold her to our agreement." He sighed a little wistfully. "I do confess, though, to hoping she doesn't. I may not have another chance, and... well. As I said, I've always wanted children... ever since I was your age."
Forge snorted out loud at that one. "At my age? Man, I don't even know if I want a girlfriend at my age." He looked over at where Dani was sleeping, nodding again. "She's really done with it, this whole place, this old life. She gets a chance to start over. Raise her kid in a better place, you know?" He smiled sadly for a moment. "Kid's going to get two parents that love it. Better than he or she would've got here."
"Oh, yes indeed. I met Sheldon. I think I should get some sort of prize for not picking him up by his head and shaking him until he cried and wet himself." Hank growled a little. "He denied paternity, as well. The little weasel."
"Asshole," Forge hissed. "Him and his family. Backwards-thinking go-nowhere wastes of perfectly good breathing oxygen. And these-" he gestured out the window towards where the reservation lay miles away through the Oklahoma plains. "These are the people I'm supposed to recognize as an important part of my heritage? Hell with that, man."
"Now, now, Forge, Sheldon is a very important part of your heritage." Hank smiled wryly. "It's important to remember that total assholes appear in every time, place, and culture. Even one's own."
"Amen," the young man agreed, kicking his shoes off and rolling onto the motel's couch, leaving the larger second bed for Hank. "Here's to progress overcoming atavism. And to impending fatherhood. You know," he said with a grin, "I hear that the ladies can't resist a single parent."
Hank laughed. "Well, I suppose I can always hope... but I suspect that an infant, which takes up most of its parents' time and attention, is more likely to act as a deterrent to the ladies than an attraction."
"Never can tell, Doc," Forge drawled, pulling a blanket over himself and yawning. "If I've learned one thing about women, it's that you never can tell."
Hank chuckled, reaching over to pat his shoulder. "That's true," he agreed. "And you get some sleep. I'll just step out to pick up some food for later."
Forge waved weakly, dropping his face into the pillow. Who knew boredom could be so exhausting? he asked before dropping into sleep.
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