m i l e s (mileshigh) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-01-10 20:31:00

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JEREMIAH
His fingertips pressed into his eyelid, attempting to press away the headache that had been constantly throbbing in his head since New Year's. Miles was very sure that he had not gotten a decent night's sleep since then, and meals? Bah, his stomach could not handle a cracker. Maybe Mira had somehow hexed him to experience her morning sickness as well, that seemed like something her wicked best friend would do.

Morning sickness.

Miles' hand drifted down to cover his mouth, feeling not for the first time today, the need to be ill. Whether he'd actually caught a bug or he was petrified at the idea of being a father, he wasn't sure. His anxiety about the news had not waned, and it did not help that Bianca Aubrey had practically barricaded him away from Mira's flat when he'd gone to see her the next morning. He understood that this...this was a big mental adjustment, but how was it fair to be barred from the thought process? He--he'd had much to do with this whole situation.

The knock on his door caused him to jump out of his seat. Miles made it to the door quickly, but took a few stretched out moments before he opened it. He scowled at Jeremiah, even though he was grateful his friend had showed up after Miles' rather rude owl.

"I hope there is alcohol in that bag," Miles snipped, pushing the door open further to allow Jeremiah entrance.

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jeremiahs
2014-01-11 01:23 am UTC (link)

Jeremiah didn't know French. He attempted to learn it on his world tour with Miles, but when it became clear Miles only wanted to teach him pick up lines, well Jeremiah lost interest rather quickly. He had enough trouble as it was was trying to pick up witches in English.

At the end of the day, he still didn't know French. But out of the few words he did know and how well he knew Miles, Jeremiah was smart enough to gather that Mile's letter was both rude and a request that he come over.

Perhaps Sarce Bleu was not the response he was looking for when he said that Mira was pregnant.

"There is alcohol for, what is it you call me? 'Blaireau'? Later, when you're not having a crisis, we are going to have a discussion about what that really means." Jeremiah said walking into the flat. How he ever got trapped into being this frenchman's friend was a mystery but now that it had happened, Jeremiah couldn't see any other way about it.

"I brought food, since I'm positive you haven't eaten considering how crabby you are." He handed over the container of food and a fork. Before opening a can of beer for himself.

"So. Mira is pregnant." He stated simply before taking a long sip of his drink, refraining from asking the question that had been burning in his mind since Miles first told him.

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mileshigh
2014-01-12 01:23 am UTC (link)

Miles put a hand to his mouth as a retching feeling came up his throat at Jeremiah's words. The acknowledgement that yes, Mira Jasper was pregnant with his child, making his stomach twist enough to get sick. It was the sort of feeling a person with less confidence than Miles got before stepping on stage, or starting their first match. He had not felt this sort of way in many, many years, and it was very unnerving. It was not in his nature to feel fear or doubt, but here he was, nearly retching at the idea of having a child.

He ignored the food and swiped up a beer, managing to pull a face at the brand before opening it and taking a much more than natural chug of it. Miles let out a loud breath and dropped the empty can onto the counter before falling back into his seat. He looked up at Jeremiah, stunned, eyes wide with every damn feeling that was coursing through him.

"I cannot even think the word," Miles said in a tone that suggested annoyance as he tried to hide his anxiety. There were so many questions to be answered, and for someone who normally had all the answers, being so left in the dark was knocking him right off his broom. "I do not even know---I have not spoken to her, I don't know if---she even wants me to! What am I to do with that?"

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jeremiahs
2014-01-12 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah stared back at Miles, his hand frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. He had never seen Miles even taste a beer let alone chug an entire can in one go. He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut again. Miles was in such a state, Jeremiah couldn't even mock him for it, which really wasn't fair because Miles mocked him for everything.

"Well," he started giving up on his own beer and placing it down on the counter. "Maybe its not yours?" It came out before he could even think better of it, but it made sense. Miles had never given any indication that thing with Mira was anything more than casual, meeting up when the both happened to be in town.

Shrugging his shoulder, Jeremiah had no idea what else to say. He couldn't even imagine the thought of being a father, and well the the thought of Miles being a dad. That honestly worried him a little more than just a bit. "Either way, I think you need to figure out what you want to do, before you worry about what she wants you to do."

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mileshigh
2014-01-12 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Miles choked back a shout, staring at Jeremiah with wide eyes. Not his? How could he---of course, Miles and Mira were never exclusive, but that did not---he shook his head fiercely, reaching for another can of the disgusting beer.

"She would not do that to me," he said, smirking as he pulled the tab. "She is--she would not tell me that if it wasn't mine."

No, as not-exclusive as he and Mira were, there was a real friendship behind their antics. He enjoyed spending time with her, there were times he owled he randomly with stories and jokes he thought she'd find amusing. Miles did not believe for a second that Mira would try to be pulling some con; she was far better than that and did not need to participate in the strategies of the groupies that followed quidditch players around.

But what did he want to do? He knew that it was ultimately Mira's decision on how to go about things, if she wanted him involved or not, but would he be more than a source of monthly monetary support? Miles only ever releuctantly spent time around children and most of the time they were forced upon him by fans or teammates. He did not...his father was a ministry man, all business, his mother a flighty socialite that barely ever raised a hand in actually raising him. So what did he know about being a father? He knew what he wished his parents had not done with him. He wished they'd fought harder for him in many ways.

His tongue twisted against his cheek, "There is only one thing I can do," he said sincerely, not feeling as sickly as he had just a few moments before. Miles raised the can (he was drinking out of a can), "Start getting used to a new nickname. Father, you think? No, Papa is better."

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jeremiahs
2014-01-14 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Jeremiah was glad he had abandoned his beer when he did because he was certain he would have spit it out at Miles' last comment. Papa. Merlin, this conversation was not happening.

"Papa," he repeated shaking his head slightly. He couldn't even respond. That was not a nickname, it was a job. Miles a father. Miles responsible for raising a child. There was a thought that would take some getting use to.

"Well then. You are going to be a dad." Jeremiah reclaimed his beer and took a long sip. "I guess all that's left is to convince that hitwizard of Mira's not to murder you."

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