Context: More than a decade ago, you were nearing graduation in high school and dating Bill. Bill understood you, you thought. You wanted to marry him one day until he decided to pull a fake proposal prank that broke your heart. You didn't know you were pregnant with his child when you left in the night and ghosted everyone, nor did you think anyone would care enough to look for you. Certainly not Bill and certainly not after all this time...

Setting: Home

Tags:[MM4F][Exes to ?][Spicy Preteen Son Speaker][Ex-Boyfriend Speaker][Mother Listener][Healing][Mom & Son Cuteness][HARD Angst][Vanishing][Comfort][Reverse Comfort but in Teen][Confessions][Uncertain Future][TW: Missing Persons/Pregnancy]

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[S] = Sal, your preteen son

[B] = Bill. Does not have UNO

[Scene opens at home]

[SFX: Some gentle violin music kicking up/breakfast being made]

[The second you put on the music and start making breakfast, your preteen son, Sal, lopes into the room with a yawn]

[S] “I see you’ve picked from my villain soundtrack. A wise choice, Mother unit!”

[Pause <3 - Beep boop, Mother droid online]

[S] “I command thee for bacon and eggs!”

[Pause. - Beep boop, magic word, please?]

[S] “Please?”

[Pause - Password accepted]

[S] “...and maybe a hug. A young villain doesn’t discount hugs until he’s at least fourteen! Then, THEN, Mother dearest! THE ANGST!”

[Pause - Not the angst!]

[Your son laughs and sits at the table]

[S] “Don’t worry! I’m turning twelve in, what, three months? You have time to try and lure me back to the side of good!”

[Pause?]

[He scoffs playfully]

[S] “You tell me you love me every single day! How is that gonna sway me? Lots of villains have loving mothers!”

[Pause?]

[S, frowning] “Name you one that’s still alive? Aww, that’s BS, that’s not fair! That’s lazy writing, booooo!!!”

[Pause <3]

[SFX: Breakfast being set out]

[Pause <3]

[S] “Yeah, I suppose I’d have to still be a little good to put my dear mother up in a mansion with bodyguards and such, huh?”

[He gives you that preteen side-eye and frowns]

[S] “But they’re NOT allowed to be handsome! They have to be, like, mutant gorilla-men!”

[Pause???]

[S] “What if you like gorilla men? EWWWWW! No, they’re turtles now! And they smell like turtles, too!”

[Pause </3]

[Your son giggles and devours his breakfast, per usual. When he’s about on his third pancake, he pauses, expression sour]

[S] “...That guy’s coming by in a bit, right? Your high school ‘friend’?”

[Pause…]

[S] “...The one that hurt you?”

[. . .]

[S] “...You seemed really sad when you mentioned it ages ago, so I looked him up…”

[Pause…]

[S] “I KNOW you said no more internet sleuthing! But this guy had you crying, I saw! Like, I know he’s my Dad, duh, I knew that ages ago, but why do you want to see him when he hurt you so badly??”

[...]

[S, rolling his eyes] “Yes, too smart for my own good, I’m aware. I’m eleven, Mom, not an idiot…”

[...Pause…]

[Sal lets out a sigh]

[S] “...Don’t apologize for not telling… I said I didn’t care who my Dad was every time you asked before, so it’s not on you. Could have had better taste though, just saying.”

[Pause! <3]

[Your son laughs and makes short work of the rest of his breakfast]

[S] “I mean it! He’s working on a beer gut, now!”

[Pause <3]

[S] “Pfft, I know. I’ll be ‘nice’ to him. I’ll answer the door, say ‘What the f-?’”.

[Pause!]

[S] “-french toast can I do for you?”

[Pause.]

[He giggles though it turns to grumbles as:]

[SFX: A few knocks at the door/or a doorbell, if you prefer]

[Pause…?]

[Sal smiles with deceptive sweetness]

[S] “Of COURSE, Mother dearest! I’d be delighted to get the door!”

[SFX: Sal getting the door]

[S, opening the door] “Hi.”

[There he stands... So different yet exactly the same]

[B] “Oh, uh… hey, little guy… I was actually looking for-.”

[S] “You’re Bill, right?”

[B] “I… yeah, I-”.

[SFX: The door slamming shut]

[S] “Bye!”

[Pause!]

[SFX: The Listener hurrying over and opening the door]

[You hurry over and open the door while your son gives you an annoyed look. You warily greet Bill and let him in]

[B] “Thanks… I… never knew you had a son.”

[Pause…]

[S] “Yeah, didn’t you go off to fancy school forever and drink until you had a beer gut? You’d probably know about me if you were in town sometimes.”

[Pause!]

[B] “Wow! Spicy fella, aren’t you? Look, I don’t know what Mama Bear here has told you-”.

[Pause.]

[S] “Yeah, don’t talk about her like she isn’t sitting across from you. She didn’t tell me anything, you’re just stupid and shitty at hiding your various timelines and all the mean clips you took. She’s been trying to convince me that you were just young and dumb.”

[Pause…]

[S] “Give you some time to talk alone…? But, Mom-!”

[Pause.]

[S, grumbling] “Fine. I’m going to go see if the boys can game or not.”

[He points at Bill, hilariously authoritative]

[S] “Just know, for every zombie I blow up, I’ll be thinking of you, tough guy.”

[SFX: Sal stalking upstairs and slamming his door shut]

[. . .]

[Bill looks equally as shocked before he focuses back on you]

[B] “...You’re… here.”

[...Pause.]

[B] “You ghosted all of us eleven years ago, after my… ahm…”

[Pause?]

[B, swearing and rubbing his face] “After my dumbass proposal prank, yes… You were just… gone. No one could find you, you weren’t picking up and then your number was disconnected. We even put out a missing person’s report years back and the police gave up… I can’t tell you how happy I was when the PI my Dad hired finally found you, clear across the damned country!”

[. . .]

[B] “Of course, Dad paid for a PI… He felt so awful when you vanished… Damned near disowned me for it, which, hey, I would’ve gotten… Heh, he knocked me on my ass one day for it. Screamed that I’d ruined my future… We talked it out over drinks, but I know he still blames me… You, he loved. You, he saw a future in. Me? Meh…”

[. . .]

[Bill hangs his head slightly, glancing about the room]

[B] “...Heh… You always liked the cottage core look, huh? Weird seeing it mixed with all of this high-tech stuff.”

[Pause <3]

[B] “His name is Sal, huh…? And of course, he’s a tech goblin. Of course, he is…”

[An awkward silence fills the room before Bill bites the bullet:]

[B] “...he looks just like me.”

[. . .]

[Your old… tormentor, you suppose, looks away, voice soft]

[B] “...Why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?”

[. . .]

[You give him a look to ask your question for you. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’. When he continues to look at you like a hurt puppy dog, you lay it out for him]

[...Long Pause]

[SFX: Fill with some calm violin music, if desired, from Sal’s track]

[B] “... The proposal prank really hurt you that badly…? I know it wasn’t funny, but I thought it’d get you to ease up until I actually proposed, you know?”

[Pause.]

[B, a bit miffed] “What makes you think I never would have proposed?”

[Pause.]

[B] “Of course, I respect you-!”

[Pause.]

[He pauses and looks away, seeming pained. You have no sympathy for him, same as he had for you]

[B] “...OK. I’m a bad person and a deadbeat father, apparently. That’s fucking great… Look, we were about to graduate high school, I was a stupid, mean bully that tricked you and hurt you repeatedly, and now you’ve had to raise our son alone. And he apparently hates me… Does… does he know…?”

[Pause…]

[B, with a bit of a chuckle] “Yeah… Figured it out on his own… Sounds like he has that same goblin energy you had when you wanted to get to the bottom of something… Um… Are you seeing any-?”

[Pause.]

[B] “Right, pretty visceral ‘no’, understood…”

[...Pause.]

[B, sad] “I know you can’t make him want to get to know me… and if he knows what I did and why you ghosted me, then I doubt he’d be into the idea in the first place… I just… I really don’t…? I-I… I think I’m a little overwhelmed…”

[. . .]

[B] “Why did I want to come over in the first place? I just… I couldn’t forget the look on your face from that stupid prank. You looked shattered… and I guess I hadn’t realized at the time that you… actually wanted to stay with me. No one could find you, not me, your parents… anyone. You were just gone, and we were terrified for years until… people just kind of tried to keep living, you know?”

[...Pause.]

[B] “I promise, I’m not trying to get you to feel bad for us. Fuck knows we were all terrible to you…”

[. . .]

[He does the Scout salute. That almost makes you smile]

[B] “Scout’s honor, I won’t tell them where you are now. I promised I’d say if you were OK or not, at least. Is… that alright?”

[...Pause]

[B] “Good… I won’t tell them about Sal, either… OK? But… Do you think, maybe, you could give him my number and just let him know, I dunno… if he wants to talk…?”

[. . . Pause]

[Bill smiles. He’s definitely aged in his time away, but still has that cat-like grin to him]

[B] “Thank you. I do need to get going but… I’m thankful to know you’re OK. Thank you, again.”

[Pause…]

[SFX: Bill taking his very uncertain leave]

[Pause…]

[SFX: The Listener walking upstairs and knocking on Sal’s door]

[S, faintly] “Yeah?!”

[Pause?]

[S] “Yeah, you can come in!”

[Pause?]

[S] “Yes, it’s an online game, Mom! Can’t pause it!”

[You enter his room, quickly check the urge to tell him he needs to pick up his damned laundry again, and just hug your son]

[S] “Blegh! Guys, cover me, my Mom is hugging me and I can’t see any flanks!”

[Pause]

[S, heated] “I WILL TURN ON TEAMKILLING IF YOU SAY MY MOM IS HOT ONE MORE TIME, JAMAL!”

[...Pause <3]

[He is a bit more like his father than you realized, perhaps… you just hope that will be a good thing, at the end of the day]

[SFX: Fade out on Sal gaming as all preteens do - violently]

[To be continued]

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Note: Did I just write a non-supernatural, no himbo-having, normal family story??? I’m clearly the imposter.

Second note: If you want to see the inherent father-son bond, just imagine these two having the “YOU HAVE UNO!” argument. It’s VERY apparent XD