Title: Not Like Him
Author: Cassandra Mulder
Rating: PG
Classification: The Lake House; Kate/Alex; futurefic
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Just send Keanu over when you can. ;)
Spoilers: It would be a good idea to see the movie first, yeah.
Written: October 3, 2006
Word Count: 439
Summary: "You're worried about being a father - being your father."
A/N: I sat down to write a totally different fandom, and this little ficlet popped out. Obviously I can't get these two out of my system. Feedback is love!

"Alex, you're going to have to say something." Kate Wyler waved her hand in front of her husband's stunned expression. "Alex, if you don't say something in the next five seconds, I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Why?" he finally responded.

"Because I think you're in shock."

"I'm not. I'm -" He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I'm so happy. This is fantastic."

Kate pulled back and searched his face skeptically. "Are you sure? I thought you were going to faint on me there."

Alex laughed. "Men don't faint. They pass out."

"Whatever," she said, unconvinced that he was all right.

"It's just - Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I already had a test and an exam done at work. I'm about four weeks along."

Alex was nervous, but he smiled in spite of his fear. "It's a good thing we finally got the house underway." He had designed a modest Victorian in the suburbs where they could comfortably have a family, they just hadn't planned on the family part happening before it was finished.

"Tell me about it. It's probably not going to be done in eight months, though."

"It might be livable and just in need of some finishing touches. I'll see what I can do."

Kate touched his arm. "There's no hurry. Babies don't take up that much space, and we spend a lot of time at the lake house anyway."

He smiled at her faintly and resumed gathering his things to go to work.

"I know what you're thinking," she said behind him.

He looked over his shoulder. "Yeah?"


"What am I thinking, Kate?" He turned to face her.

"You're worried about being a father - being your father. But I can tell you right now that's not going to happen."

"I'm sure my mother thought the same thing."

"You're not like him, Alex. You don't care about fame or money. You're not so lost in your work that you can't see what really matters. I know you, and I know you're going to be a wonderful, loving father to our child. So please don't worry. You're going to knock this out of the park, just like everything else you do."

Her belief in him elicited a genuine smile. "Were you ever a cheerleader? You've got this pep rally thing down."

She shook her head. "Maybe in another life. Now kiss me and go to work."

"If I kiss you, I may never go to work."

"And that's pretty much how we ended up here," she teased, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him against her.