I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

"Little shits or not, I’d say you still had the last laugh on those kids, Kath," Pyotr comments . "Ending up White House Chief of Staff and all." He takes a sip of wine, his lips curving into a smile around the rim of the glass. "I can’t promise sweet-tempered. But maybe the Yussupov blood’ll be enough to knock off some of that Moran arrogance, eh? I’d say America’s been put through the wringer enough with these two." He gestures with his head to Kathy and Sebastian’s side of the table, smirking broadly.

"You’re supposed to be on my side!" Kathy complains, but she’s fully smiling now, her eyes bright and filled to the brim with happiness. She isn’t foolish enough to believe that deciding to keep the baby has gotten rid of all obstacles in the way, but it all seems manageable at the moment. They can conquer anything together. "And if my kid wants to be arrogant, then they’ve got every right because they’ll be brilliant. America can go fuck itself." Not that she means it completely, and her tone is still light, but Belle is laughing into her hand and everything feels right, somehow.

Pyotr doesn’t think he’s ever been so much in love with her as he is at this moment, when she’s so beautiful and bright and joyful. Duty to America or not, this is their moment. He can’t help but lean in and kiss her; it’s not nearly as long or as deep as he’d like, but the look of adoration lingering on his face speaks volumes. “Of course our kid’ll be brilliant. How could they not be?” He clears his throat a little and flashes a grin Annabelle’s way. “We’ll just have to wait and pray they don’t inherit a full dose of the Moran ego to match.”

Kathy rests her head on his shoulder for a moment after he pulls away, taking a deep breath. Their fingers are still tangled together and she’s blissfully happy and she’s never been so scared in her entire life.

Meanwhile, Belle’s smile softens. “Kathy was convinced that she was a princess for a month straight when she was about seven, so I’d say that the Moran children are adorable always, ego or not.” She looks at her ex-husband, sighing. “She tried to convince us both to eat nothing but ice cream for dinner as a royal decree.”

"You have to admit that it’s impressive that I knew what a total decree was at that age," Kathy says, sitting upright.

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

seb—moran:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."

Pyotr, for his part, will never stop being surprised at the warmth with which Annabelle has embraced him as a son-in-law, considering he built his early career on tearing her policies apart. He’s glad for her open-mindedness, of course; their relationship is one that he’s come to treasure. He returns Annabelle’s smile, his dimples showing. “I’d love that. But I’ll admit, we had a bit of an ulterior motive in asking you both to dinner tonight.”

Sebastian, watching Pyotr’s ridiculously happy face, raises a quizzical eyebrow at Kathy. He thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of what this is about, but he’s staying quiet for now.

Pyotr meets Kathy’s eye and grins, his eyes wide and bright. “Do you want to tell them, love? Or should I?”

In all honesty, Kathy thinks that the suspense is unnecessary — it’s only making her more nervous. But she doesn’t have the heart to be anything but happy at Pyotr’s delighted expression. “We’re going to have a baby,” she blurts out. “So congratulations,” her mouth twitches in amusement, “grandparents.”

Belle’s surprised but pleased, “Oh, sweetheart,” is expected. It’s Sebastian’s reaction that Kathy couldn’t predict, and she looks at him with her teeth digging into her lip in a half-smile.

Sebastian stays quiet. After a few seconds, his lips twitch upwards in a very faint smile; while a passive observer would likely hardly mention it at all, anyone who knows him well would see that he’s happy. But then, if Kathy’s happy, he’s happy. It’s that simple. “Just promise me you won’t have the kid call me grandpa,” he finally comments, his tone dry, his eyebrow arching higher in Kathy’s direction. “I’m too young and pretty and irresponsible for that whole grandparent shit.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Gramps Sebastian,” she says with mocking sweetness, trying to hold back her smile. “I think it’s kind of cute.” She squeezes Pyotr’s hand underneath the table, leaning into his side just a little bit. It all feels somehow more real now that they’ve told someone else. This isn’t completely theirs anymore. She doesn’t know how to feel about that, though there’s a bit of relief in her chest that she tries to hide.

“Don’t even go there,” Sebastian warns her, but the deadly seriousness of his tone is spoiled by his growing, teasing smirk. “Or I’ll teach them to swear in six different languages by the time they start kindergarten.”

“Imagine trying to explain that to the teacher,” Pyotr interjects dryly, stroking Kathy’s thumb under the table. “I don’t think raising the child bilingual is a bad idea, but at least wait until they’re in junior high before you break out the swear words, please.”

"They can’t get in trouble if the teacher doesn’t know what the kid is saying, can they?" Kathy remarks as innocently as possible, shooting a smile at Pyotr. She can picture him at parent-teacher conferences with ridiculous ease.

Belle snorts. “You certainly figured that out soon enough, love.” She raises an eyebrow and looks at Sebastian for a moment. “Maybe not completely on your own, but still. Kindergarten was memorable.”

Sebastian leans back in his chair and grins. He has as little shame about this subject as he ever did. “Belle, don’t you remember that time my dad showed up at the house unexpectedly and heard Kath screaming ‘motherfucker’ in German from the back yard? She can’t have even been in kindergarten yet then.”

"So early childhood profanity is a fine family tradition, is it?" Pyotr asks, laughing slightly. "The teachers have to figure out what they’re saying at some point, though. Didn’t it ever get—y’know, embarrassing? Getting called in to explain why your seven-year-old keeps mouthing off?"

"In my defense, I rarely swore at the teachers themselves," Kathy interjects before her parents do a disservice to her younger self. "But my classmates were little shits, and I’m still not sorry."

Belle smiles at her again, a happy flush in her cheeks. “That’s true, love. But I’d still hope that Pyotr is sweet-tempered enough to dilute the Moran blood that seems to produce nothing but troublemakers.” Kathy adopts a mockingly wounded expression at that, bringing a hand to her chest as if to say, I? Never! but her mouth twitches to hold back a smirk.

"Little shits or not, I’d say you still had the last laugh on those kids, Kath," Pyotr comments . "Ending up White House Chief of Staff and all." He takes a sip of wine, his lips curving into a smile around the rim of the glass. "I can’t promise sweet-tempered. But maybe the Yussupov blood’ll be enough to knock off some of that Moran arrogance, eh? I’d say America’s been put through the wringer enough with these two." He gestures with his head to Kathy and Sebastian’s side of the table, smirking broadly.

"You’re supposed to be on my side!" Kathy complains, but she’s fully smiling now, her eyes bright and filled to the brim with happiness. She isn’t foolish enough to believe that deciding to keep the baby has gotten rid of all obstacles in the way, but it all seems manageable at the moment. They can conquer anything together. "And if my kid wants to be arrogant, then they’ve got every right because they’ll be brilliant. America can go fuck itself." Not that she means it completely, and her tone is still light, but Belle is laughing into her hand and everything feels right, somehow.

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

seb—moran:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."

Pyotr, for his part, will never stop being surprised at the warmth with which Annabelle has embraced him as a son-in-law, considering he built his early career on tearing her policies apart. He’s glad for her open-mindedness, of course; their relationship is one that he’s come to treasure. He returns Annabelle’s smile, his dimples showing. “I’d love that. But I’ll admit, we had a bit of an ulterior motive in asking you both to dinner tonight.”

Sebastian, watching Pyotr’s ridiculously happy face, raises a quizzical eyebrow at Kathy. He thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of what this is about, but he’s staying quiet for now.

Pyotr meets Kathy’s eye and grins, his eyes wide and bright. “Do you want to tell them, love? Or should I?”

In all honesty, Kathy thinks that the suspense is unnecessary — it’s only making her more nervous. But she doesn’t have the heart to be anything but happy at Pyotr’s delighted expression. “We’re going to have a baby,” she blurts out. “So congratulations,” her mouth twitches in amusement, “grandparents.”

Belle’s surprised but pleased, “Oh, sweetheart,” is expected. It’s Sebastian’s reaction that Kathy couldn’t predict, and she looks at him with her teeth digging into her lip in a half-smile.

Sebastian stays quiet. After a few seconds, his lips twitch upwards in a very faint smile; while a passive observer would likely hardly mention it at all, anyone who knows him well would see that he’s happy. But then, if Kathy’s happy, he’s happy. It’s that simple. “Just promise me you won’t have the kid call me grandpa,” he finally comments, his tone dry, his eyebrow arching higher in Kathy’s direction. “I’m too young and pretty and irresponsible for that whole grandparent shit.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Gramps Sebastian,” she says with mocking sweetness, trying to hold back her smile. “I think it’s kind of cute.” She squeezes Pyotr’s hand underneath the table, leaning into his side just a little bit. It all feels somehow more real now that they’ve told someone else. This isn’t completely theirs anymore. She doesn’t know how to feel about that, though there’s a bit of relief in her chest that she tries to hide.

“Don’t even go there,” Sebastian warns her, but the deadly seriousness of his tone is spoiled by his growing, teasing smirk. “Or I’ll teach them to swear in six different languages by the time they start kindergarten.”

“Imagine trying to explain that to the teacher,” Pyotr interjects dryly, stroking Kathy’s thumb under the table. “I don’t think raising the child bilingual is a bad idea, but at least wait until they’re in junior high before you break out the swear words, please.”

"They can’t get in trouble if the teacher doesn’t know what the kid is saying, can they?" Kathy remarks as innocently as possible, shooting a smile at Pyotr. She can picture him at parent-teacher conferences with ridiculous ease.

Belle snorts. “You certainly figured that out soon enough, love.” She raises an eyebrow and looks at Sebastian for a moment. “Maybe not completely on your own, but still. Kindergarten was memorable.”

Sebastian leans back in his chair and grins. He has as little shame about this subject as he ever did. “Belle, don’t you remember that time my dad showed up at the house unexpectedly and heard Kath screaming ‘motherfucker’ in German from the back yard? She can’t have even been in kindergarten yet then.”

"So early childhood profanity is a fine family tradition, is it?" Pyotr asks, laughing slightly. "The teachers have to figure out what they’re saying at some point, though. Didn’t it ever get—y’know, embarrassing? Getting called in to explain why your seven-year-old keeps mouthing off?"

"In my defense, I rarely swore at the teachers themselves," Kathy interjects before her parents do a disservice to her younger self. "But my classmates were little shits, and I’m still not sorry."

Belle smiles at her again, a happy flush in her cheeks. “That’s true, love. But I’d still hope that Pyotr is sweet-tempered enough to dilute the Moran blood that seems to produce nothing but troublemakers.” Kathy adopts a mockingly wounded expression at that, bringing a hand to her chest as if to say, I? Never! but her mouth twitches to hold back a smirk.

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Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

seb—moran:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."

Pyotr, for his part, will never stop being surprised at the warmth with which Annabelle has embraced him as a son-in-law, considering he built his early career on tearing her policies apart. He’s glad for her open-mindedness, of course; their relationship is one that he’s come to treasure. He returns Annabelle’s smile, his dimples showing. “I’d love that. But I’ll admit, we had a bit of an ulterior motive in asking you both to dinner tonight.”

Sebastian, watching Pyotr’s ridiculously happy face, raises a quizzical eyebrow at Kathy. He thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of what this is about, but he’s staying quiet for now.

Pyotr meets Kathy’s eye and grins, his eyes wide and bright. “Do you want to tell them, love? Or should I?”

In all honesty, Kathy thinks that the suspense is unnecessary — it’s only making her more nervous. But she doesn’t have the heart to be anything but happy at Pyotr’s delighted expression. “We’re going to have a baby,” she blurts out. “So congratulations,” her mouth twitches in amusement, “grandparents.”

Belle’s surprised but pleased, “Oh, sweetheart,” is expected. It’s Sebastian’s reaction that Kathy couldn’t predict, and she looks at him with her teeth digging into her lip in a half-smile.

Sebastian stays quiet. After a few seconds, his lips twitch upwards in a very faint smile; while a passive observer would likely hardly mention it at all, anyone who knows him well would see that he’s happy. But then, if Kathy’s happy, he’s happy. It’s that simple. “Just promise me you won’t have the kid call me grandpa,” he finally comments, his tone dry, his eyebrow arching higher in Kathy’s direction. “I’m too young and pretty and irresponsible for that whole grandparent shit.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Gramps Sebastian,” she says with mocking sweetness, trying to hold back her smile. “I think it’s kind of cute.” She squeezes Pyotr’s hand underneath the table, leaning into his side just a little bit. It all feels somehow more real now that they’ve told someone else. This isn’t completely theirs anymore. She doesn’t know how to feel about that, though there’s a bit of relief in her chest that she tries to hide.

“Don’t even go there,” Sebastian warns her, but the deadly seriousness of his tone is spoiled by his growing, teasing smirk. “Or I’ll teach them to swear in six different languages by the time they start kindergarten.”

“Imagine trying to explain that to the teacher,” Pyotr interjects dryly, stroking Kathy’s thumb under the table. “I don’t think raising the child bilingual is a bad idea, but at least wait until they’re in junior high before you break out the swear words, please.”

"They can’t get in trouble if the teacher doesn’t know what the kid is saying, can they?" Kathy remarks as innocently as possible, shooting a smile at Pyotr. She can picture him at parent-teacher conferences with ridiculous ease.

Belle snorts. “You certainly figured that out soon enough, love.” She raises an eyebrow and looks at Sebastian for a moment. “Maybe not completely on your own, but still. Kindergarten was memorable.”

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

seb—moran:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."

Pyotr, for his part, will never stop being surprised at the warmth with which Annabelle has embraced him as a son-in-law, considering he built his early career on tearing her policies apart. He’s glad for her open-mindedness, of course; their relationship is one that he’s come to treasure. He returns Annabelle’s smile, his dimples showing. “I’d love that. But I’ll admit, we had a bit of an ulterior motive in asking you both to dinner tonight.”

Sebastian, watching Pyotr’s ridiculously happy face, raises a quizzical eyebrow at Kathy. He thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of what this is about, but he’s staying quiet for now.

Pyotr meets Kathy’s eye and grins, his eyes wide and bright. “Do you want to tell them, love? Or should I?”

In all honesty, Kathy thinks that the suspense is unnecessary — it’s only making her more nervous. But she doesn’t have the heart to be anything but happy at Pyotr’s delighted expression. “We’re going to have a baby,” she blurts out. “So congratulations,” her mouth twitches in amusement, “grandparents.”

Belle’s surprised but pleased, “Oh, sweetheart,” is expected. It’s Sebastian’s reaction that Kathy couldn’t predict, and she looks at him with her teeth digging into her lip in a half-smile.

Sebastian stays quiet. After a few seconds, his lips twitch upwards in a very faint smile; while a passive observer would likely hardly mention it at all, anyone who knows him well would see that he’s happy. But then, if Kathy’s happy, he’s happy. It’s that simple. “Just promise me you won’t have the kid call me grandpa,” he finally comments, his tone dry, his eyebrow arching higher in Kathy’s direction. “I’m too young and pretty and irresponsible for that whole grandparent shit.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Gramps Sebastian,” she says with mocking sweetness, trying to hold back her smile. “I think it’s kind of cute.” She squeezes Pyotr’s hand underneath the table, leaning into his side just a little bit. It all feels somehow more real now that they’ve told someone else. This isn’t completely theirs anymore. She doesn’t know how to feel about that, though there’s a bit of relief in her chest that she tries to hide.

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."

Pyotr, for his part, will never stop being surprised at the warmth with which Annabelle has embraced him as a son-in-law, considering he built his early career on tearing her policies apart. He’s glad for her open-mindedness, of course; their relationship is one that he’s come to treasure. He returns Annabelle’s smile, his dimples showing. “I’d love that. But I’ll admit, we had a bit of an ulterior motive in asking you both to dinner tonight.”

Sebastian, watching Pyotr’s ridiculously happy face, raises a quizzical eyebrow at Kathy. He thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of what this is about, but he’s staying quiet for now.

Pyotr meets Kathy’s eye and grins, his eyes wide and bright. “Do you want to tell them, love? Or should I?”

In all honesty, Kathy thinks that the suspense is unnecessary — it’s only making her more nervous. But she doesn’t have the heart to be anything but happy at Pyotr’s delighted expression. “We’re going to have a baby,” she blurts out. “So congratulations,” her mouth twitches in amusement, “grandparents.”

Belle’s surprised but pleased, “Oh, sweetheart,” is expected. It’s Sebastian’s reaction that Kathy couldn’t predict, and she looks at him with her teeth digging into her lip in a half-smile.

Children Will Listen ~ Morans and Yussupovs (Political Animals AU)

pyotrfyodorovich:

kathymoran:

With Annabelle’s job and Sebastian’s hours, this is the first time that Kathy has seen both of her parents together at a dinner table since her wedding. It’s nice — reminds her of her childhood in that vaguely nostalgic way that doesn’t really hurt anymore. She’d tried to pitch this as a regular dinner, nothing special, just a chance to catch up. But she can’t deny that she’s a little nervous in spite of the fact that she has no reason to be. This is her family, and they’ll love her child just as much as she already adores it.

It took her a few days to wrap her head around the situation and decide that things don’t have to be as black and white as she’d feared. There are other options, other ways to balance motherhood with duty to her country, and she’ll be damned if she gives up either her job or her baby. If she could hold it together for the election, she’ll manage this, too. And she wants to hear a child call Pyotr ‘daddy.’

Now, if they can only tell her parents.

Pyotr knows that Kathy had pitched this to her parents as just a normal family dinner—though, granted, family dinners involving the President of the United States and the White House Chief of Staff are never really going to be normal—but he’s fairly certain that his irrepressible grin is giving the game away. He doesn’t even care. They’re going to have a baby. A beautiful, healthy baby. The ultrasound scans in an envelope prove it. He’s so excited he can hardly stand it; he’d shout the news from the rooftops if he could. But telling her parents feels like it should require marginally more subtlety.

He waits until a natural lull in the conversation, after a round of laughter in response to some dryly witty comment from Sebastian has subsided. Pyotr sighs happily and announces to the table at large, “We really should find a way to have these dinners more often. Family’s important, don’t you think?”

"Of course it is, dear." Annabelle smiles warmly at him, and Kathy wonders if her mother will ever stop being so delighted about having Pyotr as a son-in-law. She grins to herself and reaches for water with her left hand, dropping her other hand under the table to find her husband’s fingers and lace them together. "This was a bit out of the blue; I know we don’t have the chance to meet up like this very often," Belle continues. "I see Kathy in the office, but lunch with you two every once in a while would be lovely."