Disclaimer: Sofia and Frankie are mine. Everyone else belongs to ASP.
Thanks to Elizabeth for putting up with me.
A/N: Takes place in the A Little Dramatic Irony-Verse. To get a feel for the timeline, it's April of 1985.
A Little Slice of History
"Don't you do this, Jimmy."
He rushed around the small apartment, picking up what few things solely belonged to him.
Frankie Mariano shook his head. "Jimmy..."
"What do you want from me?!" the younger man cried. "What?! I'm not a father! I can't raise a kid!"
"That baby is your responsibility," Frankie snapped. "He's your son, dammit!"
"Lucky him!" Jimmy yelled. "His father can't even make a halfway decent PBJ!"
"That's not the point."
"The point is he's better off without me," Jimmy snarled.
"Not true," Frankie argued. "You know that's not true."
"I can't do this."
"He needs a father!"
"If you're so god-damned concerned, why don't you raise him?!"
Frankie stood silently, watching his son shove items into a duffle bag.
When he was done, he zipped it up, and threw it over his shoulder. He headed for the door and left.
He didn't even say goodbye.
William Danes nodded to the other man. "Frank."
They stood in silence for quite sometime, awkwardly facing each other in the hospital waiting room.
"Jimmy's gone, isn't he?" William asked.
Frankie nodded. "He's an asshole; Yeah, he's gone."
William gave a slow nod. "Any idea where?"
"Didn't say," Frankie replied.
William's jaw tightened. "Huh."
"What do you mean gone?!"
Frankie sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "I mean gone, Sofia. He got home just as I was closing up the store. He packed his things and left."
"Where did he go?" Sofia asked.
Frankie shrugged. "I don't know. Little bastard didn't even say g'bye."
"What about Liz? And the baby?"
Frankie gave another shrug.
"That god-damned asshole, I'll kill him!" Luke Danes growled. "Diapers, my ass!" He paced around the small hospital room, ready to tear someone's head off.
Preferably Jimmy Mariano's.
Liz sighed and sat back, her eyes dull. "You really thought he'd stay?"
Luke gave his sister a puzzled look. "You didn't?"
Liz shook her head. "Nope."
"Why the hell not?!" Luke cried. "It's his kid! You're his wife!"
Liz looked down at the baby in her arms. "Isn't he sweet?"
Luke sighed and looked to the ceiling. "Liz..."
"He's gonna be such a good kid," Liz smiled. "I'm gonna be the best mom ever."
Luke gave up and pulled up a chair next to Liz's bed. "What're you gonna name him?"
Liz smiled widely. "Jess. I'm gonna name him Jess."