mpreg jackrry excerpt: crib
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ferryboatpeak[james corden's family decided to make up for being written out of the werewolf carpool karaoke verse by popping up in mpreg jackrry. here, have a bit of jack and harry picking up a crib from harry's coworker jules.]
Harry rings the doorbell. It doesn’t make a sound. Jack recognizes the lens above the smart doorbell button and realizes he’s probably being inspected on an iPad somewhere inside the house.
A pretty blonde in yoga pants opens the door and greets Harry with a hug. “I’m so glad you brought somebody with you,” she says, looking over at Jack. “I know it’s not that heavy, but why risk it, right?” She holds out her hand. “I’m Julia.”
“Jack.” He shakes her hand, realizing too late that he should have asked Harry in the car if Julia’s aware of his role in the proceedings. At the hospital last week, Harry hadn’t told anyone that Jack was the father. Maybe Harry doesn’t want anyone to know. Especially his coworkers. It’s not like anybody wants their coworkers to know who they’ve fucked. But if she does know, he can’t come off like he’s pretending it’s not his. This is shaping up to be one of the most awkward interactions he’s ever had.
Harry peels off through an archway into a room with a leather couch and a large flatscreen that suggest it was once supposed to be a living room. At the moment, the trampoline and the hopping balls and the train tracks winding across the floor make it look much more like a playroom. A blonde boy is bent over the coffee table, a mess of colorful Legos spread out in front of him. Jack has no idea how old he is. He looks like he’s not tall enough to ride a roller coaster, but maybe tall enough for the bumper cars.
“Hi, Max. Harry sits down on the couch next to him. “Are those Minecraft Legos?”
Julia’s asking Jack about how big his car is and whether the back seat folds down. Jack has a hard time holding eye contact when he wants to glance past her at Harry, who’s holding his palm level as Max fills it with Lego figurines and explains the backstory behind each one. A girl, smaller than Max, abandons the toy garbage truck she’s been pushing around on the floor and advances on the coffee table. “You must be Carey,” Harry says to her. She ducks her head and grabs for a half-constructed Lego device.
Julia motions for Jack to follow her up the stairs. “The crib’s in Carey’s room,” she says over her shoulder.
Behind them, Max screeches at his sister to give back his Legos and Carey dashes past the foot of the stairs in escape. “Should we…” Jack asks, looking down the stairs.
“Oh, no, Harry can handle that,” Julia says, breezily confident, which is all the more impressive because Jack doubts that he personally could handle the Lego-related altercation that’s breaking out.
The stairway opens up to a wide upstairs hall with another couch and television. The double doors at the end of the hallway signify a master suite. A door closer to the stairs has several signs in marker-scrawled child’s handwriting taped to it, presumably Max’s room.
A large cardboard box sits on its side next to another door. “There’s the big girl bed,” Julia says. “You can see why we needed the crib out of here today.” Jack can’t see, exactly. There’s plenty of space. He’s never really thought about what parenthood would look like, but he realizes that unconsciously he’s assumed it would be something like this. Four bedrooms. A backyard. Probably an SUV in one of the three garages.
He follows Julia into Carey’s room. Everything is so small. A little pink armchair. A dollhouse on a play table that doesn’t even come up to Jack’s knee. Small bundles of socks on top of the dark wood dresser.
On the opposite side of the room from the dresser, there’s a crib in the same wood. It looks heavy and expensive. The carved details on the side that’s up against the wall make it look like it could be a headboard for an actual bed. Julia tugs the bare mattress out of the crib and onto the rainbow rug in the center of the room. ”This rolls up,” she says. “I can do that if you want to start breaking down the crib. There should be an Allen wrench on the windowsill over there.” She points at a long window high on the wall, the windowsill well above kid height.
The window looks out over a large backyard. As Jack reaches for the tool, he sees Max run out of the house toward an elaborate play structure. Harry follows, running on his tiptoes to stay just out of reach of Carey, who is determinedly chasing him. He dodges her hand and pokes her in the stomach and she shrieks with laughter. Something claws at Jack’s throat, equal parts want and terror.
Harry rings the doorbell. It doesn’t make a sound. Jack recognizes the lens above the smart doorbell button and realizes he’s probably being inspected on an iPad somewhere inside the house.
A pretty blonde in yoga pants opens the door and greets Harry with a hug. “I’m so glad you brought somebody with you,” she says, looking over at Jack. “I know it’s not that heavy, but why risk it, right?” She holds out her hand. “I’m Julia.”
“Jack.” He shakes her hand, realizing too late that he should have asked Harry in the car if Julia’s aware of his role in the proceedings. At the hospital last week, Harry hadn’t told anyone that Jack was the father. Maybe Harry doesn’t want anyone to know. Especially his coworkers. It’s not like anybody wants their coworkers to know who they’ve fucked. But if she does know, he can’t come off like he’s pretending it’s not his. This is shaping up to be one of the most awkward interactions he’s ever had.
Harry peels off through an archway into a room with a leather couch and a large flatscreen that suggest it was once supposed to be a living room. At the moment, the trampoline and the hopping balls and the train tracks winding across the floor make it look much more like a playroom. A blonde boy is bent over the coffee table, a mess of colorful Legos spread out in front of him. Jack has no idea how old he is. He looks like he’s not tall enough to ride a roller coaster, but maybe tall enough for the bumper cars.
“Hi, Max. Harry sits down on the couch next to him. “Are those Minecraft Legos?”
Julia’s asking Jack about how big his car is and whether the back seat folds down. Jack has a hard time holding eye contact when he wants to glance past her at Harry, who’s holding his palm level as Max fills it with Lego figurines and explains the backstory behind each one. A girl, smaller than Max, abandons the toy garbage truck she’s been pushing around on the floor and advances on the coffee table. “You must be Carey,” Harry says to her. She ducks her head and grabs for a half-constructed Lego device.
Julia motions for Jack to follow her up the stairs. “The crib’s in Carey’s room,” she says over her shoulder.
Behind them, Max screeches at his sister to give back his Legos and Carey dashes past the foot of the stairs in escape. “Should we…” Jack asks, looking down the stairs.
“Oh, no, Harry can handle that,” Julia says, breezily confident, which is all the more impressive because Jack doubts that he personally could handle the Lego-related altercation that’s breaking out.
The stairway opens up to a wide upstairs hall with another couch and television. The double doors at the end of the hallway signify a master suite. A door closer to the stairs has several signs in marker-scrawled child’s handwriting taped to it, presumably Max’s room.
A large cardboard box sits on its side next to another door. “There’s the big girl bed,” Julia says. “You can see why we needed the crib out of here today.” Jack can’t see, exactly. There’s plenty of space. He’s never really thought about what parenthood would look like, but he realizes that unconsciously he’s assumed it would be something like this. Four bedrooms. A backyard. Probably an SUV in one of the three garages.
He follows Julia into Carey’s room. Everything is so small. A little pink armchair. A dollhouse on a play table that doesn’t even come up to Jack’s knee. Small bundles of socks on top of the dark wood dresser.
On the opposite side of the room from the dresser, there’s a crib in the same wood. It looks heavy and expensive. The carved details on the side that’s up against the wall make it look like it could be a headboard for an actual bed. Julia tugs the bare mattress out of the crib and onto the rainbow rug in the center of the room. ”This rolls up,” she says. “I can do that if you want to start breaking down the crib. There should be an Allen wrench on the windowsill over there.” She points at a long window high on the wall, the windowsill well above kid height.
The window looks out over a large backyard. As Jack reaches for the tool, he sees Max run out of the house toward an elaborate play structure. Harry follows, running on his tiptoes to stay just out of reach of Carey, who is determinedly chasing him. He dodges her hand and pokes her in the stomach and she shrieks with laughter. Something claws at Jack’s throat, equal parts want and terror.
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