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[Fic] Mary did you know that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?
Okay. For the record? No, she didn’t. Let’s face it, the woman was the first surrogate mother- no matter which you slice it? No matter how much a mama’s boy Jesus ended up being? That kid wasn’t hers and was never gonna be hers. She was a glorified incubator for the bastard who’d make the Octomom like Parent of the Year. And when you’re the guy asked to deliver the sales pitch, you sure as hell don’t sweeten the pot on an offer she can’t refuse by going, “Oh, by the way, he’ll be dead before he’s thirty, but it’s okay. It’s for your sins..
She was a mother. She was a woman, and damned if she wasn’t half the demure little princess every Nativity story’ll make her out to be. She had a hell of a right cross and I wouldn’t call that apology she gave me after it much of one. Heck, if Joseph hadn’t made her get her lopsided, pregnant ass on that camel, she’d have walked all the way to Bethlehem her damn self. She had the baby she didn’t ask to carry in a barn and didn’t give two shits about her dignity.
If I’d told that woman what her son was really born to do? She’d have clocked me again and flipped God the bird. You don’t tell a woman like that the baby You forced her to carry was born to die. You don’t let her fall in love with your endgame. That “Get Outta Sin Free” card that Daddy thought so much of was still someone’s baby.
And maybe if Daddy took a step back, once in awhile, He’d realize He’s playing too many games with the people He’s supposed to love.
She was a mother. She was a woman, and damned if she wasn’t half the demure little princess every Nativity story’ll make her out to be. She had a hell of a right cross and I wouldn’t call that apology she gave me after it much of one. Heck, if Joseph hadn’t made her get her lopsided, pregnant ass on that camel, she’d have walked all the way to Bethlehem her damn self. She had the baby she didn’t ask to carry in a barn and didn’t give two shits about her dignity.
If I’d told that woman what her son was really born to do? She’d have clocked me again and flipped God the bird. You don’t tell a woman like that the baby You forced her to carry was born to die. You don’t let her fall in love with your endgame. That “Get Outta Sin Free” card that Daddy thought so much of was still someone’s baby.
And maybe if Daddy took a step back, once in awhile, He’d realize He’s playing too many games with the people He’s supposed to love.
Prompt: "Mary, Did You Know"- Kenny Rogers
Word Count: 290