borogroves
June 3, 2013, 11:09 a.m.
Polaroids: Release (Saying 'See You', Not 'Goodbye')
T - Words: 942 - Last Updated: Jun 03, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 9/? - Created: Apr 26, 2012 - Updated: Jun 03, 2013 142 0 0 0 0
Author's Notes: She'd been thinking about it for months before they even told her they wanted to start a family, quitting smoking and finding a job she could stand to hold down for an extended period of time. Of course, Cooper had had his issues at first, trying to comprehend why she wanted to be pregnant for nine months and then just give the baby—babies, in this case—away. But when she finally sat down and explained it all to him, laid everything out, he'd given her a watery smile, pressed a kiss to her hand and said, “thank you for doing this for them.”
When Kurt and Blaine had left the room, Kristy closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the humming underneath her skin as she cradled the two tiny miracles she had held within for nearly nine months. She had nurtured them, felt them grow and shift and kick and become alive inside of her, and now here they were. Tangible, and fragile, and breathing. When she opened her eyes, they were still both sleeping soundly, and she slowly rocked her knees from side to side.
“Thank God your Dad talked your Papa out of calling you Dolce and Gabbana,” she joked, though she didn't smile.
“I love you two so much,” she whispered, and Oliver stirred in his sleep, as if moved by the words. “And I'm gonna be the coolest Aunt ever. I'll bring you the best presents every birthday and Christmas, and every time I come visit after I get back from wherever we've been shaking up that month. And you have the coolest Uncle too, you know that? Seriously, Coop's the greatest. He's so smart, and funny, and he hugs you 'til it hurts but even then you don't want him to stop because there's nothing like an Anderson hug.”
Kristy sniffed, blinking hard—she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, dammit. The twins shifted slowly, settling when their faces were finally turned toward one another. “You're going to be incredible. You're going to be kind, and clever, and so gorgeous. I wish—I wish you were mine to keep, but you belong to those two amazing men out there in the hall. Your dads.
“Blaine—that's Dad—is wonderful. He's one of the best people I've ever met. He's so generous, and loving, and he'll make it his mission in life to see you smile. Don't ever be scared or embarrassed to go to him if you ever just need an excuse to smile, okay? And Kurt—your Papa—is just amazing. He's a fighter. He'll stand up for you and believe in you and be so proud of you that you'll never want to disappoint him. He has so much love in his heart, and he's gonna give all of that love to you.”
Kristy took a deep, shuddering breath, no longer bothering to try and hide her tears. She was going to weep for these kids because they had been born into such a wonderful family—she had wanted to give that to her best friends, the ones who had taught her that in the face of divorce and broken homes and screaming matches in the middle of the night, there were still people out there who found each other, loved one another, stayed together and made things work. They had proved it to her over and over again—and not just in the big, important ways. It was in the little things they did for one another. It was in the way Blaine memorized Kurt's favorite item on every menu. It was in the way Kurt would tie Blaine's scarf a little tighter in the winter months. They took turns in holding open doors and pulling out chairs and being the first one to say “I love you”.
“It's crazy,” she mused, “but I know you two. You've been part of me for so long and I thought that when I finally met you, it would be like meeting strangers. But you two are... You're... God, I knew this was going to be hard. Everyone warned me. But I didn't know it was going to be this hard. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
“I want you two to be good for your dads, okay? They might screw up from time to time. Oliver, Papa might get too excited about dressing you and end up making you wear things you hate. Or, Audrey, Dad might get too caught up in his research about bras or your time of the month and embarrass you in front of all of your friends. But you have to know that they love you. So much. Until we found out you were on your way, they just—they broke my heart. They were fathers without children. And they've been reading to you and singing you songs and making videos for you since the day I got pregnant. So you have to be great for them, because they're gonna be great for you. And this isn't 'goodbye'. It's just... 'see you'.”
It would be a long time before the twins ever understood that the sounds that came from people's mouths were words, thoughts, hopes and dreams for them. Kristy knew this. But somehow, she thought that maybe her words had been heard, and would be taken along through life, because she knew deep down that these two tiny little people would grow up to be exactly what she hoped they would be. She fell silent, the absolute tightness in her throat preventing her from saying more even if she'd had more to say. All she had was her time with them, and even as it ticked away, she knew that it was enough.
When Kurt and Blaine had left the room, Kristy closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the humming underneath her skin as she cradled the two tiny miracles she had held within for nearly nine months. She had nurtured them, felt them grow and shift and kick and become alive inside of her, and now here they were. Tangible, and fragile, and breathing. When she opened her eyes, they were still both sleeping soundly, and she slowly rocked her knees from side to side.
“Thank God your Dad talked your Papa out of calling you Dolce and Gabbana,” she joked, though she didn't smile.
“I love you two so much,” she whispered, and Oliver stirred in his sleep, as if moved by the words. “And I'm gonna be the coolest Aunt ever. I'll bring you the best presents every birthday and Christmas, and every time I come visit after I get back from wherever we've been shaking up that month. And you have the coolest Uncle too, you know that? Seriously, Coop's the greatest. He's so smart, and funny, and he hugs you 'til it hurts but even then you don't want him to stop because there's nothing like an Anderson hug.”
Kristy sniffed, blinking hard—she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, dammit. The twins shifted slowly, settling when their faces were finally turned toward one another. “You're going to be incredible. You're going to be kind, and clever, and so gorgeous. I wish—I wish you were mine to keep, but you belong to those two amazing men out there in the hall. Your dads.
“Blaine—that's Dad—is wonderful. He's one of the best people I've ever met. He's so generous, and loving, and he'll make it his mission in life to see you smile. Don't ever be scared or embarrassed to go to him if you ever just need an excuse to smile, okay? And Kurt—your Papa—is just amazing. He's a fighter. He'll stand up for you and believe in you and be so proud of you that you'll never want to disappoint him. He has so much love in his heart, and he's gonna give all of that love to you.”
Kristy took a deep, shuddering breath, no longer bothering to try and hide her tears. She was going to weep for these kids because they had been born into such a wonderful family—she had wanted to give that to her best friends, the ones who had taught her that in the face of divorce and broken homes and screaming matches in the middle of the night, there were still people out there who found each other, loved one another, stayed together and made things work. They had proved it to her over and over again—and not just in the big, important ways. It was in the little things they did for one another. It was in the way Blaine memorized Kurt's favorite item on every menu. It was in the way Kurt would tie Blaine's scarf a little tighter in the winter months. They took turns in holding open doors and pulling out chairs and being the first one to say “I love you”.
“It's crazy,” she mused, “but I know you two. You've been part of me for so long and I thought that when I finally met you, it would be like meeting strangers. But you two are... You're... God, I knew this was going to be hard. Everyone warned me. But I didn't know it was going to be this hard. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
“I want you two to be good for your dads, okay? They might screw up from time to time. Oliver, Papa might get too excited about dressing you and end up making you wear things you hate. Or, Audrey, Dad might get too caught up in his research about bras or your time of the month and embarrass you in front of all of your friends. But you have to know that they love you. So much. Until we found out you were on your way, they just—they broke my heart. They were fathers without children. And they've been reading to you and singing you songs and making videos for you since the day I got pregnant. So you have to be great for them, because they're gonna be great for you. And this isn't 'goodbye'. It's just... 'see you'.”
It would be a long time before the twins ever understood that the sounds that came from people's mouths were words, thoughts, hopes and dreams for them. Kristy knew this. But somehow, she thought that maybe her words had been heard, and would be taken along through life, because she knew deep down that these two tiny little people would grow up to be exactly what she hoped they would be. She fell silent, the absolute tightness in her throat preventing her from saying more even if she'd had more to say. All she had was her time with them, and even as it ticked away, she knew that it was enough.
She'd been thinking about it for months before they even told her they wanted to start a family, quitting smoking and finding a job she could stand to hold down for an extended period of time. Of course, Cooper had had his issues at first, trying to comprehend why she wanted to be pregnant for nine months and then just give the baby—babies, in this case—away. But when she finally sat down and explained it all to him, laid everything out, he'd given her a watery smile, pressed a kiss to her hand and said, “thank you for doing this for them.”
When Kurt and Blaine had left the room, Kristy closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the humming underneath her skin as she cradled the two tiny miracles she had held within for nearly nine months. She had nurtured them, felt them grow and shift and kick and become alive inside of her, and now here they were. Tangible, and fragile, and breathing. When she opened her eyes, they were still both sleeping soundly, and she slowly rocked her knees from side to side.
“Thank God your Dad talked your Papa out of calling you Dolce and Gabbana,” she joked, though she didn't smile.
“I love you two so much,” she whispered, and Oliver stirred in his sleep, as if moved by the words. “And I'm gonna be the coolest Aunt ever. I'll bring you the best presents every birthday and Christmas, and every time I come visit after I get back from wherever we've been shaking up that month. And you have the coolest Uncle too, you know that? Seriously, Coop's the greatest. He's so smart, and funny, and he hugs you 'til it hurts but even then you don't want him to stop because there's nothing like an Anderson hug.”
Kristy sniffed, blinking hard—she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, dammit. The twins shifted slowly, settling when their faces were finally turned toward one another. “You're going to be incredible. You're going to be kind, and clever, and so gorgeous. I wish—I wish you were mine to keep, but you belong to those two amazing men out there in the hall. Your dads.
“Blaine—that's Dad—is wonderful. He's one of the best people I've ever met. He's so generous, and loving, and he'll make it his mission in life to see you smile. Don't ever be scared or embarrassed to go to him if you ever just need an excuse to smile, okay? And Kurt—your Papa—is just amazing. He's a fighter. He'll stand up for you and believe in you and be so proud of you that you'll never want to disappoint him. He has so much love in his heart, and he's gonna give all of that love to you.”
Kristy took a deep, shuddering breath, no longer bothering to try and hide her tears. She was going to weep for these kids because they had been born into such a wonderful family—she had wanted to give that to her best friends, the ones who had taught her that in the face of divorce and broken homes and screaming matches in the middle of the night, there were still people out there who found each other, loved one another, stayed together and made things work. They had proved it to her over and over again—and not just in the big, important ways. It was in the little things they did for one another. It was in the way Blaine memorized Kurt's favorite item on every menu. It was in the way Kurt would tie Blaine's scarf a little tighter in the winter months. They took turns in holding open doors and pulling out chairs and being the first one to say “I love you”.
“It's crazy,” she mused, “but I know you two. You've been part of me for so long and I thought that when I finally met you, it would be like meeting strangers. But you two are... You're... God, I knew this was going to be hard. Everyone warned me. But I didn't know it was going to be this hard. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
“I want you two to be good for your dads, okay? They might screw up from time to time. Oliver, Papa might get too excited about dressing you and end up making you wear things you hate. Or, Audrey, Dad might get too caught up in his research about bras or your time of the month and embarrass you in front of all of your friends. But you have to know that they love you. So much. Until we found out you were on your way, they just—they broke my heart. They were fathers without children. And they've been reading to you and singing you songs and making videos for you since the day I got pregnant. So you have to be great for them, because they're gonna be great for you. And this isn't 'goodbye'. It's just... 'see you'.”
It would be a long time before the twins ever understood that the sounds that came from people's mouths were words, thoughts, hopes and dreams for them. Kristy knew this. But somehow, she thought that maybe her words had been heard, and would be taken along through life, because she knew deep down that these two tiny little people would grow up to be exactly what she hoped they would be. She fell silent, the absolute tightness in her throat preventing her from saying more even if she'd had more to say. All she had was her time with them, and even as it ticked away, she knew that it was enough.
When Kurt and Blaine had left the room, Kristy closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the humming underneath her skin as she cradled the two tiny miracles she had held within for nearly nine months. She had nurtured them, felt them grow and shift and kick and become alive inside of her, and now here they were. Tangible, and fragile, and breathing. When she opened her eyes, they were still both sleeping soundly, and she slowly rocked her knees from side to side.
“Thank God your Dad talked your Papa out of calling you Dolce and Gabbana,” she joked, though she didn't smile.
“I love you two so much,” she whispered, and Oliver stirred in his sleep, as if moved by the words. “And I'm gonna be the coolest Aunt ever. I'll bring you the best presents every birthday and Christmas, and every time I come visit after I get back from wherever we've been shaking up that month. And you have the coolest Uncle too, you know that? Seriously, Coop's the greatest. He's so smart, and funny, and he hugs you 'til it hurts but even then you don't want him to stop because there's nothing like an Anderson hug.”
Kristy sniffed, blinking hard—she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry, dammit. The twins shifted slowly, settling when their faces were finally turned toward one another. “You're going to be incredible. You're going to be kind, and clever, and so gorgeous. I wish—I wish you were mine to keep, but you belong to those two amazing men out there in the hall. Your dads.
“Blaine—that's Dad—is wonderful. He's one of the best people I've ever met. He's so generous, and loving, and he'll make it his mission in life to see you smile. Don't ever be scared or embarrassed to go to him if you ever just need an excuse to smile, okay? And Kurt—your Papa—is just amazing. He's a fighter. He'll stand up for you and believe in you and be so proud of you that you'll never want to disappoint him. He has so much love in his heart, and he's gonna give all of that love to you.”
Kristy took a deep, shuddering breath, no longer bothering to try and hide her tears. She was going to weep for these kids because they had been born into such a wonderful family—she had wanted to give that to her best friends, the ones who had taught her that in the face of divorce and broken homes and screaming matches in the middle of the night, there were still people out there who found each other, loved one another, stayed together and made things work. They had proved it to her over and over again—and not just in the big, important ways. It was in the little things they did for one another. It was in the way Blaine memorized Kurt's favorite item on every menu. It was in the way Kurt would tie Blaine's scarf a little tighter in the winter months. They took turns in holding open doors and pulling out chairs and being the first one to say “I love you”.
“It's crazy,” she mused, “but I know you two. You've been part of me for so long and I thought that when I finally met you, it would be like meeting strangers. But you two are... You're... God, I knew this was going to be hard. Everyone warned me. But I didn't know it was going to be this hard. This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
“I want you two to be good for your dads, okay? They might screw up from time to time. Oliver, Papa might get too excited about dressing you and end up making you wear things you hate. Or, Audrey, Dad might get too caught up in his research about bras or your time of the month and embarrass you in front of all of your friends. But you have to know that they love you. So much. Until we found out you were on your way, they just—they broke my heart. They were fathers without children. And they've been reading to you and singing you songs and making videos for you since the day I got pregnant. So you have to be great for them, because they're gonna be great for you. And this isn't 'goodbye'. It's just... 'see you'.”
It would be a long time before the twins ever understood that the sounds that came from people's mouths were words, thoughts, hopes and dreams for them. Kristy knew this. But somehow, she thought that maybe her words had been heard, and would be taken along through life, because she knew deep down that these two tiny little people would grow up to be exactly what she hoped they would be. She fell silent, the absolute tightness in her throat preventing her from saying more even if she'd had more to say. All she had was her time with them, and even as it ticked away, she knew that it was enough.