Metua Ta’ariimei

Metua never felt any sorts of responsibility except over his wives.

Actually, he loves all of them, but he’s never committed to fatherhood, well he is a step-dad, that’s for sure, but not a father of his own flesh and blood. That is until Sophie, he didn’t expected it, maybe he went a little hard on her that night, but here you were, pregnant with his kid. It was a son, they said. The news were unexpected, to say the least, and to think she expected him to berate her was much more hurtful than he’d like to admit. Pretty angel, why would you think such thing about your husband? You know better than that.

Sure, he didn’t think about being a dad or taking care of a child, much less a baby, but that didn’t mean he’d divorce her because of something as dumb as having a kid. If anything, he was concerned and worried sick about her because amongst all of his wives, even the oldest one, Sophie was the only one with his child. Krista frequently took birth controls to avoid any more kids, Kohalei and Raitea were just infertile, so he never had the decency to use a condom for a while.

Maybe he should’ve ask her beforehand instead of being a reckless dumbass - to see Sophie stressing about it like a poor sweetheart as she squirmed on the comfort on his bed, it stabbed him right in the heart. He sighed, Krista, the oldest, planted a soft kiss on top of her head in hopes to cheer Sophie up. In a way he feels guilty for unintentionally bringing this upon her. Sophie was barely 3 months pregnant, yet the hormones were already kicking hard for her.

Krista was cradling Sophie in her arms, reassuring her that everything will be fine. Leaning against the doorframe, his brown eyes hovered over the both of them, god the sight was so endearing. He felt pathetic that he wasn’t able to spare Sophie some ounce of understanding towards her stress, but he was sympathetic, and watching her utterly terrified tugged at his heartstrings. After a few moments of self-reflection, he walked towards Sophie, Krista gave him an expectant glare, to which he subtly nods to, understanding the unspoken message, before finally leaving the both of them together. He smiled gently, his fingers brushing against Sophie's forehead to wipe a strand of hair to the side. “Ah, hani,” he chuckled. “how are you sweet girl? I’m so sorry, it’s making you nervous, doesn’t it?” he cooed sweetly, nudging beside her as he rubbed Sophie's soft belly, his large hand covering over her tummy. “I’m thinking for a name, how about.. Temaru? It means “King’s dawn”. Or maybe, Tehei - do you remember what it means? Crown, it means crown in tahitian, yeah?”