Stories are Art

by Damien Dark @flamerune on Apr 30, 2019

Stories are Art

“Finnegan Bartholomew!” Cecilly yelled, one hand on her hip as she looked up the stairs, her brown eyes narrowed, “Get down here this instant!” There was a loud thud, then a streak of purple rolled down the stairs with a loud yelp, “What? What did I do?” Finn leapt to his feet, rubbing the back of his head with a wince. He turned his worried gaze to his wife, “Did I break something? Do you need anything?” He questioned, looking down at her, a frown tugging at his lips. A fond smile spread across Cecilly’s face, and she chuckled, reaching up and fixing Finn’s purple coat, “You need to be careful, Spaz.” She teased as she straightened the giant coat on his shoulders, her warm brown eyes sparkling, “Or your gonna be the most sore old man ever.” She elbowed him playfully in the ribs, earning a high pitched squeak from the professor. Finn instantly relaxed when he realized he wasn’t in any trouble, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her temple, “You know I can’t do that, Lilly.” He replied, his own lips curving upwards. “What did you need? I thought I was in trouble.” He winked, lowering his voice down to a whisper, “You called me Finnegan.” Cecilly hesitated, intertwining their fingers. “You’d best sit down, Spaz.” She said, and the two sat down on the couch. The young woman curled close to her husband, her head resting on his chest. Finn wrapped his arms around her, looking down at her with his large, concern-filled eyes, “Lilly… Really… is something wrong?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed. The small woman squeezed his hand, “Just give me a minute.” She said, earning a nod from her confused husband. She gnawed on her fingernail as she thought, and Finn let out a low growl of disappointment and a soft, “Stop it.” She shot him a glance, and he fell silent. Finally, she blurted out a, “Finn, I’m pregnant.” Cecilly has expected a loud gasp from her lanky husband, or a yell, or heck, even just him fainting. But what she hadn’t expected was silence. Absolute silence - the only thing in the entire world that Professor Finn Bartholomew didn’t get along with. She slowly lifted her cocoa eyed gaze up, looking at the young genius’ face, “Finn?” Slowly, Finn was dragged out of his shock, and his jaw dropped, “You… You’re pregnant?” He stammered. Then, it crashed down on him, and he leapt to his feet, a brilliant smile leaping onto his face and practically lighting up the entire room. He grabbed Cecilly’s hands, dragging her to her feet and dancing around the room. “That’s brilliant, Lilly!” He laughed, pulling her into a warm hug. Cecilly laughed, wrapping her arms around his impossibly thin form, “I know, it’s just amazing!” She squealed in reply. “What are we gonna name him? Is it gonna be a him? Who’s he gonna look like? What’s he going to be like? Are we going to be good parents? I mean, I know you’ll be great mom, but will I be a good dad? What if I’m a terrible dad? What if he hates me? I bet he’ll be absolutely brilliant, just like you. What if-“ He fell silent as a hand was slapped across his mouth. His wide eyes fluttered down to lock onto Cecilly’s exasperated face, “You need to relax, Spaz.” She shook her head with a fond laugh, pulling her hand from his face and slipping her hand into his once again, “First of all, you will be a great father, there is no doubt about that.” She winked up at him. “Second, no matter how the baby turns out, they will be amazing, so just relax, okay?” Finn took a shaky breath and nodded his head, “Yeah.” He breathed out, “This is just so… amazing.” The small woman nodded, “Now, can we go to the ice cream shop? I’m absolutely dying for a Banana Split.” Finn nodded, “Of course, anything for you and the little one, Lilly.” ( drawn by @jaw2002 written by me, a short based off of my book, RAVEN. Finn is my OC, Cecilly is Jaws.)

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