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“Pregnant?!?” Corbeau exclaimed, clearly shocked at the news. This was not what he expected when you asked to meet with him today. But here you were, standing in front of him in his office, telling him you were pregnant.
You had been putting off telling him all week. You weren’t sure how he was going to react to you telling him that you weren’t going to be able to do any more hyperspace surveys for a while. But you couldn’t put it off any longer in risk of Grisham coming and telling Corbeau himself. He had asked you every night this week if you’ve told him yet.
“Well…this is…unexpected.” Corbeau let out a sigh, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. He looked like he was in deep thought about something. This wasn’t the irritation you had expected.
“Yes, so I’m not going to be able to do any more hyperspace surveys for a while.” You reminded yourself to stand up a bit straighter. Fake confidence is still confidence, right?
“I see. I assume Gisham is..”
“Yes” you quickly answered his unfinished question. You didn’t need to hear it to know he was asking who the father was. You and Grish had been dating for a while now. This wasn’t planned but wasn’t unwelcome, either. You both had wanted to wait but life said otherwise.
“Congratulations to you both, then! Do you know the gender?” He asked and if you didn’t know better you would say he almost sounded excited. This conversation was taking a very unexpected turn.
“Not yet, still too early.” You stated. Grisham was hoping for a girl but you were okay with either.
“Mm” he nodded, looking down at his hands while pondering something. You couldn’t quite read his expression to know whether he was thinking about something good or bad.
“Have you thought about god parents?” He finally asked softly. You shook your head in response.
“May I….may I be its god father?” his question almost had your jaw on the floor. Did you get off the elevator and step into wonderland without noticing? Was Phillipe going to ask to plan the baby shower next? This is not how you thought today was going to go. Then, a very amusing thought popped into your head that you couldn’t help yourself but entertain.
“Okay, but on two conditions.” You told him, fighting a smile.
“Oh?” he raised one eyebrow, interested.
“First, Grisham has to agree.” you said plainly. This one was non-negotiable.
“Naturally, of course.” He nodded in agreement. A small wave of relief washed over you.
“Second…..” you were biting your lip hard, keeping yourself from smiling and failing. Corbeau leaned slightly forward in his chair.
“Second, you have to say it.” You finally spit out.
“Say what?” He was genuinely confused.
“If you, the leader of the not-mob, would like to be our child’s god father, then you have to say it.” You hoped that helped make him realise. This would be much more fun if he came to the conclusion himself. He was smart, though, you had no doubt he would figure it out.
He sat there staring past you for half a second while thinking. You knew he had figured it out when he closed his eyes and let out a long, dramatic sigh.
“You want me to quote the God Father?” There was no amusement in his voice but no irritation either. For the amount of time you had spent together the past few years he must have gotten used to your nonsense by now.
“Yep! Two times, once now and once for Grisham.” You knew Grisham would be upset about missing out on this, so having him do it again would make up for it.
Corbeau thought it over for a moment.
“C’monnn…” you teased him encouragingly. “This is so perfect! It doesn’t have to be the whole scene, just the one line.” You added, hoping that would make it easier for him to do it. You smiled at him, a wide, friendly smile that flashed your teeth.
“Fine.” He finally agreed, begrudgingly. You let out a small squeal of excitement, you couldn’t believe he agreed to this!
He cleared his throat before letting out an exhale. Then, for dramatic effect, he turned his chair around to face the battle court behind him. Your smile grew wider at his added dramatics. He had a dorky side he didn’t show often but it was your favorite memories when he did.
Slowly, he turned his chair back to face you. His left leg was crossed loosely over his right. His left ankle on his right thigh. His hands were resting in his lap. He would have propped his elbows on the arm rests if the chair weren’t comically too big for him. He locked his eyes on yours and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he spoke in a low, deep voice.
“You come into my house on the day my god daughter is to be married and you ask me to do murder. For money.” He said it perfectly. You couldn’t be happier in this moment.
You were smiling as wide as you could. You felt like the corners of your mouth were touching your ears. You clapped a few times in praise to ease his slight embarrassment. You glanced at Philipe who wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement. You could not wait to tell Grisham what happened here today.
“Okay?” Corbeau hesitantly asks, afraid you’ll make him do more embarrassing tasks.
“Okay.” You’re still smiling. You start walking to the elevator, you feel weightless in your movements from being overjoyed, “Grisham still has to agree and you have to do that again for him.” you call out behind you, as a reminder he isn’t done yet.
You can hear him let out a gruff before you enter the elevator and make your way to Centrico Plaza.
“She should come visit us more often” Philipe says to Corbeau, amusement still in his voice. Before he can tell him to be quiet he asks, giddy, “Do you think she’ll let me plan the baby shower?”