Narrative!
Who: Berkeley and his Mother
What: Berk is freaking out about this kid
Where: Darcy home in ~Wisconsin~
When: Er backdated like whoa... a week or two ago?



“It’s really not that big of a deal.” Berkeley said shifting in his seat, stirring the cocoa that his mother had made him. It had been years since he sat in this kitchen, the last time was right before he headed off for basic training, except then it was him comforting his mother, not her comforting him. He had kept in touch, visited when he could but it always seemed to work out that he saw his mother somewhere outside the home he grew up in. Even now it made him feel a bit squirrely sitting there.

“Oh Berky, it really is.” Elizabeth said quietly rubbing her son’s arm.

“No it isn’t.” He countered again pulling away from her touch. “Just look at me. My dad bailed when you were pregnant with me and I turned out just fine. You’ve always told me I was better off not knowing him. And this is the same. I’m not ready to be a dad, I wouldn’t be any good to a baby. Dexter is a bright witch, she--they will be just fine.”

“Berkeley that is different.” his mother whispered feeling like she had failed her son now more than ever. She took pride in knowing that she had raised a headstrong son that didn’t need to lean on anyone to achieve his goals, but now she was thinking that she had done too well of a job making sure he could rely himself. “I didn’t--- your father didn’t know I was pregnant when we broke up. I gave him an out.” she admitted feeling extremely guilty that she let her son believe the assumptions he had made all these years.

Berkeley gaped at his mother not quite understanding what he was hearing. “What? No, you always told me that he just bailed. That he couldn’t handle it.”

“He did bail, he just didn’t know what he was bailing on. Your father was a muggle Berkeley, you know that. He wouldn’t have been able to handle the fact that I was a witch let alone fathering a magical child. Things were never meant to be serious between us anyways. I was young and foolish, rebelling against my parents. These circumstances are completely different. You shouldn’t compare them.”

He just stared at his mother before he pushed his chair back and stood up. Coming back to Wisconsin was obviously a mistake. “So he never even had the option. I didn’t know my father because you never gave him a chance?”

“Don’t be like that. It was really for the best. What was a muggle man going to do in helping raise a magical child? And let’s not forget about Mark. You have had no issues calling him your father before. It’s not like I didn’t do right by you, you had a mother and a father, as every child should.” Elizabeth said defensively not liking the turn in the conversation. This was her son and his unborn child that he was trying to run out on.

Berk snorted in disbelief folding his arms across his chest. His mind was no longer on Dexter and what he should do. He was now caught up on the new information that his mother just know deemed relevant to share. “Yes, and Mark is such a great example.” He said sarcastically.

“Berkeley!”

“What? I’m sorry you missed the memo, but Dad is an asshole. Most days I take solace in the fact I’m not actually related to him.” he continued on ignoring his mother’s attempt to interrupt him, no longer feeling it necessary to hide his feelings from his mother. Before he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, thinking she was just making best of a bad situation she was forced into, not the one she apparently walked into on her own free will.

“Well, that’s just a bit ungrateful.” A deeper voice said from behind Berkeley, causing him to stiffen. “I didn’t have to you in as my own, boy.”

Berk cringed at the degrading tone Mark used when calling him boy. And his mother found it such a surprise that he left the house as soon as he graduated. Mark was an irksome man that never missed an opportunity to remind him how lucky he was that he took him in. That as a half blood, he should be thanking him for his generosity. When he was younger he followed Mark around like he was some sort of hero, by the time he hit his teens, he couldn’t wait to leave the house. Everything he did wrong, was somehow directly related to the fact that he would have been a better son had Mark actually fathered him.

He turned slightly figuring not facing him would be the worse option. “Didn’t hear you come in.” he muttered.

“Berkeley apologize.” Elizabeth said, causing him to bristle. He was not twelve with his hand in the cookie jar. He most certainly was not going to apologize for stating a truth his mother was too blind to see. He looked between his parents, both of them with expectant looks on their faces, Mark’s definitely more angry. Berkeley could only guess what kind of ‘lecture’ he would be getting if his mother were not right there.

“I should go.” He said shortly, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

“Berkeley”

“No, I’ve heard more than enough and it’s time for me to go back to Ireland. I think I’ll save this mess for another time.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen to go grab his things, ignoring the protests that followed him. Sarah was completely right, coming home was a terrible idea.