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intheheartTitle: Hey Jude
Rating: G
Summary: Jude comes out to his mom.
Warnings: some brief transphobic language.
Notes: Jude is Felipe's ex-boyfriend's boyfriend. That is legitimately as close to the main cast as he gets. Sigh. Thanks to my betas for checking me! <3 And please, please let me know if there's anything uncool in here.
"So, Mom," he said, in the kitchen, when his sisters weren't around (it was time to clear up after dinner, at which point they mysteriously and invariably vanished) and his mom was in a chill mood. "Didja know that I'm a boy?"
"No," Mom said, absently, scrubbing at a stain on the frying pan that Sadie had used and hadn't cleaned up. "Are you?"
"Yeah," he said.
Mom glanced at him, saw the expression on his face, and nodded, slowly. "All right. I won't say it's a surprise."
He blinked at her, and then said, "Really?"
"Really. Well." Mom frowned, her nose wrinkling. "It's a bit of a surprise. I knew you liked boy things, I just didn't quite think that meant you wanted to be a boy."
"It doesn't," he said, less annoyed than he might have been otherwise. "I mean. I don't wanna be a boy, I am a boy. "Boy things" is representative of archaic gender roles anyway."
"And that right there," Mom said, pointing at him, "is what I'm going to say if some jackass says you're too young to know. If you're old enough to know what archaic means, you're old enough to know what gender you are. Fine. Are you going to change your name?"
"Yeah," he said, and rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna be a boy named Julia."
She nodded. "Fair enough. Do you want to be Maxwell, Robert, or Jude?"
"Mom," he said, furiously embarrassed all of a sudden. He might have known she was going to do this. The Beatles obsession had been awesome when he was a toddler, and then funny, and now it was just weird, not to mention annoying. "I want to pick my own name!"
"And I'm giving you a chance to do just that," she said, unruffled. "You can be Maxwell, you can be Robert, or you can be Jude. It's more choice than your sisters got, I'll tell you that."
"Mom!"
She fixed a Look on him. "Son, no matter what gender you are, I still made you. I grew you in my uterus, I fed you from my breasts, I changed your diapers, I cleaned up your projectile vomit. That means, at the very least, I get to name you."
"I can't be, like, Ringo?" Ringo would be a really cool name, actually, even if it didn't go with his last name at all.
Mom lifted her eyebrows at him. "No. Maxwell, Robert, or Jude?"
He sighed, heavily. "Fine. Jude." Not that it mattered. He didn't have any idea what name he'd pick if given his own choice, and Jude was a pretty cool name, and he really didn't mind letting his mom have this one but God.
"Good choice," she said, and went back to scrubbing the dishes. "Go do your homework. Although, fair warning, if you at any point acquire a silver hammer or start killing people, I reserve the right to change your name to Maxwell."
"I won't answer!" he shouted, and shut the kitchen door.
That could have gone worse.
Rating: G
Summary: Jude comes out to his mom.
Warnings: some brief transphobic language.
Notes: Jude is Felipe's ex-boyfriend's boyfriend. That is legitimately as close to the main cast as he gets. Sigh. Thanks to my betas for checking me! <3 And please, please let me know if there's anything uncool in here.
"So, Mom," he said, in the kitchen, when his sisters weren't around (it was time to clear up after dinner, at which point they mysteriously and invariably vanished) and his mom was in a chill mood. "Didja know that I'm a boy?"
"No," Mom said, absently, scrubbing at a stain on the frying pan that Sadie had used and hadn't cleaned up. "Are you?"
"Yeah," he said.
Mom glanced at him, saw the expression on his face, and nodded, slowly. "All right. I won't say it's a surprise."
He blinked at her, and then said, "Really?"
"Really. Well." Mom frowned, her nose wrinkling. "It's a bit of a surprise. I knew you liked boy things, I just didn't quite think that meant you wanted to be a boy."
"It doesn't," he said, less annoyed than he might have been otherwise. "I mean. I don't wanna be a boy, I am a boy. "Boy things" is representative of archaic gender roles anyway."
"And that right there," Mom said, pointing at him, "is what I'm going to say if some jackass says you're too young to know. If you're old enough to know what archaic means, you're old enough to know what gender you are. Fine. Are you going to change your name?"
"Yeah," he said, and rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna be a boy named Julia."
She nodded. "Fair enough. Do you want to be Maxwell, Robert, or Jude?"
"Mom," he said, furiously embarrassed all of a sudden. He might have known she was going to do this. The Beatles obsession had been awesome when he was a toddler, and then funny, and now it was just weird, not to mention annoying. "I want to pick my own name!"
"And I'm giving you a chance to do just that," she said, unruffled. "You can be Maxwell, you can be Robert, or you can be Jude. It's more choice than your sisters got, I'll tell you that."
"Mom!"
She fixed a Look on him. "Son, no matter what gender you are, I still made you. I grew you in my uterus, I fed you from my breasts, I changed your diapers, I cleaned up your projectile vomit. That means, at the very least, I get to name you."
"I can't be, like, Ringo?" Ringo would be a really cool name, actually, even if it didn't go with his last name at all.
Mom lifted her eyebrows at him. "No. Maxwell, Robert, or Jude?"
He sighed, heavily. "Fine. Jude." Not that it mattered. He didn't have any idea what name he'd pick if given his own choice, and Jude was a pretty cool name, and he really didn't mind letting his mom have this one but God.
"Good choice," she said, and went back to scrubbing the dishes. "Go do your homework. Although, fair warning, if you at any point acquire a silver hammer or start killing people, I reserve the right to change your name to Maxwell."
"I won't answer!" he shouted, and shut the kitchen door.
That could have gone worse.
