Two to Tango: Chapter Twelve by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve: Photographs & Memories (CW: Mention of completed suicide and self-harm.) Later that same night, Nicole and Joey sat on the roof of their apartment building in a pair of lawn chairs, watching the sunset and pigging out on a massive meat lover's pizza. Michael wouldn’t be home for a bit longer, having to stay late to make up for that morning’s appointment. As Joey had offered, he planned to talk to Nicole about her recent moodiness. Not that he was exactly sure how to broach the topic. “We have an agreement, right? No telling Michael I didn’t make you eat greens. Just ‘cause I didn’t feel like cooking any.” “Hey, I’m not complaining. I do think he’ll see the giant pizza box on the kitchen counter, however.” “As weird as his cravings are lately, I don’t think he’ll care. It’s food he didn’t have to make himself.” Appreciating the view, Joey commented, “That there is something you can only get in New York.” Nicole rolled her eyes, “Y’know, the sun sets in Florida too
Birth is Always Painful: Chapter 10 by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Birth is Always Painful: Chapter 10
(Several Months Earlier) “I really do not want to go down there.” “I don’t think the damage will be as bad as we’re anticipating.” “I’m sorry, were we in the same basement?” “Technically, we were in the crypt when-” “Sarcasm, Herb.” “You mean a rhetorical question, Daniel,” Herbert sniffed. Dan, who frankly looked like he’d been through the wringer, gave him a dead-eyed glare. Cain looked as if someone had taken out his brain, filled it with a frappéd mixture of anger, anxiety, and depression, then stuck it back in his head. Except they’d added too much anger by a few teaspoons. A deep, tensing part of Herbert’s gut was telling him their relationship, whatever it was, was certifiably over. Completely dead. DNR. Not even their reagent could fix something this dead. Their reagent…their reagent! Herbert groaned inwardly as the memory of his and Dan’s creation tipping over the entire vat of their surplus serum flooded back to him. That had taken months to fill, uncountable hours of
Two to Tango: Chapter Eleven by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven: Wired for Ultrasound Michael jostled his leg up and down, trying hard as anything not to let his fingernails anywhere near his teeth. Ever since he’d quit smoking, Michael had fallen back into disgusting habits he’d not performed since starting the cancer sticks at seventeen. Gum worked most of the time, but he quickly ran out during his morning sickness weeks and kept forgetting to restock. He sat in Dr. Abel’s empty waiting room, trying to distract himself from his own brain. Next to him, Joey was flicking through an old New Yorker. He was secretly skipping the articles and going straight for the cartoons. Michael pretended not to notice, as he occasionally did the same himself. He bounced his leg as he read over Joey’s shoulder. Joey finally let his hand fall on Michael’s knee, chiding, “Would you cut that out? Relax. They said the doc’s running a little behind. Were you this nervous the last time?” Michael glared, “No, Joe! I was the picture of serenity.
The Scientist's Courtship: Chapter 19 by Porter-Bailey, literature
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The Scientist's Courtship: Chapter 19
Frieda was brushing out Agatha’s wet hair, hoping it would dry a little bit from her bath before she laid down on her pillow. Agatha stared at herself in the mirror, wrinkling her nose at the freckled face that stared back. Her eyes flicked to the small photograph of her mother that sat on the vanity. Agatha had studied the picture so long and hard, she could almost see it with her eyes closed. She knew every wrinkle, every blemish, every stray hair of this tiny portrait. Agatha looked back at herself, trying to sit up straighter, to position her hands over each other the same way her mother had. But lately, she’d felt this spark of dissatisfaction. This dislike for what she saw in the mirror. She was not Emily Howell. And despite what Papa said, she didn’t look much like Mama at all. Her hair was too frizzy, her pale face was marred with freckles and moles, and she was too bony. And to top it off, Agatha found herself infatuated with the wrong sex. Her crush on Hope didn’t seem to
Two to Tango: Chapter Ten by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten: Paging Dr. Taylor (RIP Dick Butkus, actor who played Ed Klawicki: 1942-2023) Michael idled outside of the diner, and checked his watch a second time. It was almost ten minutes past the hour. Lisa was running late. Over the years, Michael had begun to realize just how much growing up around Joey had affected his sister. She’d become more artsy over the years as they grew up. Freer with her time and herself. Finally getting a proper job in the medical field had reigned her in a little bit, but now she had a serious girlfriend. Serious enough for Nicole to call her “Aunt Phoebe.” A girlfriend the whole family joked was very Joey-esque. “You and Lisa really are the same person!” Nicole once observed. Phoebe was a painter, an occasional musician, but mostly a barista. But she didn’t care about nor did she want any of the money Lisa earned as a doctor. Phoebe was completely independent. Except, well, they did live together. But Phoebe made decent money and chipped in for half
Two to Tango: Chapter Nine by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine: Pillow Talk “It’s sorta nice we don’t have to tiptoe around Nic anymore.” “Uh-huh.” “I mean, we can sleep in the same room and it’s not even a thing.” “Mm-hm.” “Are you even listening to me?” “Sure, Joe.” Michael didn’t look up from his reading. “Then will you quit lookin’ at that crap?” Joey snatched the documents out of Michael’s hands, narrowly avoiding a papercut, and chucked them to the opposite side of the bed. “Hey! That coulda’ been work!” “It wasn’t. It was more of your borderline-paranoid research about H-gene pregnancies. Oh, don’t look at me like that, Mike! I’ve known you way too long. Either way, it’s like eleven-thirty. Can we call it a night already?” “Remember when we used to start our nights at eleven-thirty? We are old, Joe,” Michael sighed. But he ultimately nodded, sliding off his glasses. As he set them on the nightstand, he hesitated, and gestured vaguely to Joey’s side of the bed. “Can I just…I can’t sleep knowing there’s stuff on the
Two to Tango: Chapter Eight by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight: Daughters & Daddies Michael may have been at work physically, but his mind was certainly elsewhere. He’d had to reread almost everything anyone had handed him all day, his math was unusually off, and even his normally cold secretary -who would likely have been despondent about his & her return to work- asked if he was feeling alright and offered to get him whatever he needed. Despite her being his secretary, this wasn’t her typical behavior. And for the first time since promising Nicole he’d work less, Michael found himself tempted to ask Karen if she had anything pressing that might require him to stay late. But as five o’clock rolled around, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Joey would rip him a new one. Michael knew if he himself had been fretting all day about talking to Nic, Joey had been just as anxious. He’d probably spent the whole day tearing their loft apart like a neurotic dog. So, instead of trying to find a reason to stay at the office, Michael
Two to Tango: Chapter Seven by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven: Show & Tell About a week after the eventful first appointment, Michael stood alone in his bedroom, dressing for the work day. His pants, once again, were coming up a little tight. Michael examined himself in his full-body mirror. He pressed a hand to the middle of his pelvis, where a slight bulge was beginning to form. “You two didn’t waste any time, did you?” He grumbled. “I’m gonna be out of usable pants by the end of the week.” “Problem?” Joey strode into the room. A towel was wrapped around his hips, his hair still dripping from his shower. “Your kids are already taking up space. Not even been three months, and yet…I can already tell they’ve inherited your big head.” “Don’t say mean things about my kids.” Joey appraised Michael’s appearance, “And I think you look cute.” “What will not be cute is when I run out of work slacks.” Michael forced a belt on, regardless, keeping it as loose as humanly possible. It still felt tight. “Yeah, then it’ll be adorable,” Joey
Getting Shafted (Mpreg Birth) by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Getting Shafted (Mpreg Birth)
(Takes place in an AU where Michael gives birth to Nicole, back in college, and despite Joey being the other father, Michael doesn’t want the baby. Marcy wants to adopt Nicole, leading to the three people going their separate ways. Marcy wants to be a mother because she has a terminal illness called Tetralogy of Fallot, which makes it unsafe to have a baby. She’s supposed to live until 40 or 50, so Nicole would be an adult.) It was freezing cold, deep into the winter months of New York City. Michael, however, felt none of the cold. He was currently burning up and as damp as if he’d just gotten out of a shower, except he was damp with his own sweat. He was currently in the throes of labor, eeking closer and closer to meeting the baby girl he’d gestated for the past thirty-seven weeks. His baby, Joey’s baby, Marcy’s baby. The baby he absolutely didn’t want. Michael leaned into the wall of the elevator, letting the metal bar dig into his stiff back. They should have left for the
Two to Tango: Prologue by Porter-Bailey, literature
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Two to Tango: Prologue
Michael and Joey leaned back against the bleachers, watching their daughter dance with her -now official- first real boyfriend. Permitting it, really, scrutinizing carefully for any sudden movement regarding Zach’s hands. “You trust him?” Michael sighed. “Not as far as I can throw ‘im,” Joey said, “Actually, it’s a little of Nic, too. I don’t think Zach would do anything she wouldn’t want.” Michael hummed. “Face it, Joe. Our baby’s getting older.” “Wish she’d just get wiser,” Joey snorted. “Though, she wasn’t much of a baby when we got her.” “Honestly, if I had to pick, I’d rather backtrack a few years. I didn’t get to experience any of the days where she thought her dad was the most amazing person she knew.” “Oh, I’ll drink to that, Mikey.” “Where she’d cling to our legs the minute we got home, and do tea parties with us. I mean, you’d even have a legitimate excuse to watch Sesame Street.” Joey just shrugged. “Puppets are cool, alright. It’s art! And don’t talk about my Muppet Show