There was never a doubt in my mind that Chris would make an amazing and very attentive father. No, I was worried about what kind of a mom I would be; would I be the neurotic screamer that panics at the drop of a hat, or the nearly lifeless, exhausted stay-at-home mom with too many kids and no time for me? I really had no idea.
Of course I had never really had to entertain the idea of becoming a mother until I met my mate and husband. You see, I had been in a very, very bad accident which resulted in needing emergency surgery to save my life. The consequences of which were the removal of my uterus, one of my fallopian tubes, and one of my ovaries, so it was never expected that I would have children unless I chose to adopt one day.
Then I met Chris…
Chris was a male Giant and very open with me about it from the first time we met in the woods, not hiding one of his “smaller” sizes from me at all. I knew literally nothing about Giants, aside from some of the fairy tales that I remembered reading in my childhood, and browsing an art website that had fictional stories about them. I’d read a lot of Greek Mythology, but I never thought that perhaps they were real at all. I’d written off the “discoveries” of “giant bones” as nothing more than tabloid fodder.
Yet there before my eyes stood a large as life male Giant who had just saved me from being cat food…
Only a week after I met Chris we started to date… It turned out that not only was he a Giant, but he was more than capable of size changing to a human stature. I learned more about his culture, people, traditions, and lifestyle than I ever knew could possibly exist. Looking back now, I realize just how ignorant people really were regarding their existence… How could a whole world not know? I learned that Chris was not the only one of his race in my area; several of my neighbors and good friends were Giants and Dragons! Dragons really did exist! The more time I spent with Chris, the more my eyes opened to the quieter subculture that was all around me.
Needless to say I fell in love with my gentle Giant, every aspect of him.
It was one of the hardest days of my life when I had to tell the man I’d fallen in love with that even though we wanted to spend our lives together, I could not give him the children he wanted to raise with me. I wasn’t certain what hurt me more… The idea of not being able to give him babies, or the thought that he might leave me because of it.
It shocked me that Chris wanted to stay with me, despite my inability to give him children. What blew my mind completely was the fact that Chris himself was able to conceive, bear, birth, and nurse babes… Turns out that male Giants were the primary caregivers in their society and no strangers to childbirth at all. Once I got over my shock, I couldn’t help but be rather excited at the fact that we COULD continue on in our relationship as we wanted to.
Chris still chuckles at me for that.
During his pregnancy for our first child, I was a nervous wreck at any given time. Chris seemed to be an isle of serenity after three months of morning sickness finally finished, a fact we were both grateful for. I’d never seen my gorgeous husband so crabby in all of my life as when he lost his breakfast every day. Miraculously there were no further complications, our son was carried to full term and born healthy and of good appetite.
I was still a nervous wreck, and it wasn’t showing any signs of abating despite Chris reassuring me that we were doing things right. Our little Nick was growing up healthy and strong, learning more every day. It helped that his Onaiya was a totally solid rock and support for both of us to understand the steep learning curve of parent and child. Both of our families had meshed together to help us raise our little boy, and advice was never more than a quick phone call away.
Shortly after Nick had his seventh birthday, we had some more significant news; Chris was pregnant for a second time. Both of us were equally nervous and excited for our second baby, and Nick was rather ecstatic to get a sibling. Poor little guy worried for his Onaiya every day, it only increasing the bigger Chris’ belly grew over those nine months.
Worry was soothed with lots of cuddles and play time, of course. Chris was more than happy to be open with our son about what was going on, and why on earth his belly was bigger than a basketball. Nick worried daily that his belly was going to pop if he moved the wrong way…
I was surprised that getting a little sister did not disappoint Nick, as most little boys that I knew growing up only wanted little brothers. Not our son, he was happy with his little sister more so than if we’d offered him a puppy.
Chris was just happy to have a baby; he didn’t care what the sex was.
Another clear-cut case of a Daddy.
Stretching my muscles out slowly, I couldn’t help but smile as I walked up the stairs to go see what my daughter was giggling about in the playroom. Whatever it was, she was more than happy and the bright sounds of my five year old and the deep honey and silk baritone of my husband made me curious. Walking down the hall and peeking around the door frame, I couldn’t help but stare a bit and giggle to myself.
Amber was sitting at one of the little play tables with a plastic princess crown and a fluffy green feather boa over her shoulders as she poured cooled tea into a little pair of tea cups on saucers. At the opposite side of it on the floor next to a kiddy chair with a teddy bear in his lap sat my huge, 6’6” husband with a pink feather boa over his shoulders, a little plastic princess crown nestled into his deep brown hair, and some little necklaces as “bracelets” on his bare arms. He took a sip of his cooled tea daintily, baby finger in the air after they clinked their glasses together in a toast. I smiled more, giggling inwardly as I melted at the sight of them having a full tea party with stuffed animals, tea, and even a few snacks.
There had never been a doubt in my mind that Chris was a real Daddy.