Fandom: The OC
Word Count: 700
Summary: They tell the parents. Kirsten’s POV. Sequel to “The First Time He’s Ever Really Been Happy,” which you can find here.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
A/N: I know that typically adults tend to work on Saturdays, but I didn’t catch that in my original story and I was most concerned with keeping this one true to what I’d already written. So please ignore that little mistake. This was originally sad, but then I decided it needed to not be. Everyone deserves a happy ending, and I couldn’t stand making pretty people upset. Also, I’ve never written Kirsten before, so she may be a bit OOC. Thank you to leather_wings for betaing.
Kirsten wakes up early with the strange, nagging feeling that today is going to be different . Different, and huge. Though she doesn’t really want to get out of bed yet, she’s hungry, so she goes downstairs to make coffee. About two hours later, after she’s eaten and come back up to bed to read, Sandy finally awakens.
“What are you doing up?” he asks sleepily.
“I’ve been up for two hours already. Just couldn’t sleep,” she shrugs.
“Oh.” He blinks at her a few times, still in a dream-state.
“I made coffee, if you want it.”
“Coffee? Really?” That gets him up in a hurry.
“Yes, it’s in the kitchen. I left it on for you.”
“Thanks, honey. You’re the best.” He gives her a quick kiss and rushes in the direction of the coffee. A few minutes later, fed up with her book, she follows.
He’s reading the paper when she comes downstairs. “Are the boys up yet?”
“Not yet, as far as I can tell. They’ll probably come staggering in around noon and demand food.”
“Probably.” And he’s back to his paper.
A little while later, the door opens and they come in, looking surprisingly awake. And… holding hands?
They see Sandy and Kirsten and stop, facing them. Ryan looks calm as usual, but Seth’s hands are shaking, making Ryan’s right hand shake, too.
“Mom, Dad,” Seth begins, “Ryan and I have something we need to tell you.”
Sandy puts down the paper. Kirsten waits expectantly.
“You might want to sit down for this,” Ryan adds. Surprised, they sit.
The boys look at each other, unsure where to begin. As if by some unspoken cue, Seth is the one to speak.
“Well, see, I, we, I mean, that is…” Seth is so nervous he can’t even ramble coherently! What’s going on?
“What Seth’s trying to say is –” Ryan cuts in.
“No, dude, it’s okay. I want to do this myself.” There’s another silence before he continues. “What I’m trying to tell you – and completely failing at, by the way – is that I’m in love with Ryan.”
Ryan smiles. “And I’m in love with Seth.”
Sandy gapes at them, but Kirsten regains her composture quickly. “Okay.”
Now it’s Seth’s turn to look stunned. “Okay??”
“Well, what do you expect me to say? I can’t say that this is completely out of the blue to me.”
Sandy looks at her. “It isn’t?”
She shrugs. “No. I always suspected… I just didn’t think that my suspicions were accurate.”
Seth is still staring at her nervously. “Um, but, are you, I mean, upset, at all, or, um, what exactly are you thinking, Mom?”
“I’m happy for you,” she says simply, delighting in the way her son’s face lights up at this. He squeezes Ryan’s hand tightly.
“But this means that the same rules apply as with any girl,” her husband adds. “All doors stay open, and no more sleepovers.”
The boys grin at each other. “That’s all?”
“Unless you can think of something else,” Sandy answers.
“Okay, well, Mom, Dad, it’s been fun, but we’re going to go swim now, so, see you later.” She can feel Seth’s relief at having gotten that over with. He grabs two bagels, hands one to Ryan, and drags him back out to the poolhouse.
Back upstairs, she tries to get back to her book, but keeps getting distracted by the conversation she overhears out the window.
“See? I told you they’d be okay with it.”
“I don’t know how ‘okay’ Dad is.”
“Give him time to get used to us, Seth.”
“Besides, that no-more-sleepovers rule? I told you this was a bad idea.”
“Come on, aren’t you happier now that they know?”
Seth’s admittance is grudging at best. “I guess so.”
There’s a pause. Then:
“Seth! Give that back!” The sounds of laughter and splashing permeate the air, and Kirsten smiles to herself. As much as she’d rather Seth be with a girl, she’s never seen (or heard) him this happy. And if Ryan’s the one who makes him that happy, then she’s happy for them, her boys. Her two sons.
She picks up the book again, and continues right where she left off.