Mini GTS Fiction

Klara and Jake came back from their honeymoon with twins Kelly and Kyle in tow, named after two of the people who had been instrumental in facilitating their early arrival.

Jake only went back to the office one more time, to pack up his desk. It turned out that Klara had discussed her plans for Jake to quit his job with Anna and Victoria before the wedding, so it didn’t come as a surprise to either of them. They both reiterated the conventional wisdom, that a father’s place was in the home.

Meanwhile, Klara recovered quickly and was back to work full-time after only one week of maternity leave. And with her an eye on her next promotion, she was putting in longer hours than ever.

Jake quickly found himself home alone with two infants, wondering what he was supposed to do with himself. He’d basically given up everything he’d been focused on for the last several years, determined to be the absolutely best parent and husband that he can possibly be. But what that meant exactly, he couldn’t say. The first few weeks at home were a blur of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and trying to soothe two crying babies. His days were now filled with feedings, burpings, and endless rounds of laundry. Gone were the meetings, the office banter, and the sense of accomplishment he’d derived from his career.

When the babies were screaming and wouldn’t stop, Jake felt like he was barely keeping his head above water. His decision to focus on his academics after eighth grade had allowed him to progress further professionally than most men. But the decision to continue onto high school meant that he had none of the domestic training that most of his peers got at the male academies. He was a wiz at spreadsheets and data analysis, but he knew far too little about managing a household.

One evening, as Jake was attempting to prepare a homemade dinner for Klara, he could feel the weight of his inexperience bearing down on him. The kitchen was a mess, and the meal he was attempting to cook didn’t look anything like the dish Klara had requested. The twins were crying in the background, adding to the chaos.

When Klara walked through the door, exhausted from her demanding day at work, she surveyed the scene in front of her. Her face tightened with disappointment as she saw the state of the kitchen and the unappetizing meal on the stove.

“Jake, what is going on here?” Klara asked, her tone laced with frustration.

Jake looked flustered as he tried to explain, “I thought I could manage dinner tonight, but it’s been a bit chaotic. The twins have been fussy all day.”

Klara sighed, her patience wearing thin. “Jake, I need you to step up and handle this. I’m working hard to provide for our family, and I can’t come home to this mess every day.”

Jake felt a pang of guilt and inadequacy. He knew Klara was right, but he was struggling to juggle the demands of taking care of the twins and keeping the house in order. “I’m trying, Klara. I really am. It’s just more challenging than I expected.”

Klara’s expression softened slightly, but her frustration was still evident. “Jake, I need you to understand that this is not a choice. I need you to take your new responsibilities seriously and do your part.”

Klara’s determination to secure her next promotion had only intensified, and her late nights became more and more frequent to the point where Jake was beginning to feel like a single parent when it came to the twins. As she took on more responsibilities at work, she also began to assert more control within the family. She made decisions about their finances, and Jake had to consult with her on even minor expenses.

One evening, as they were going over their budget for the week, Jake suggested a purchase that Klara didn’t agree with. He explained his reasoning, but she quickly shut him down.

“Jake, we can’t afford that right now,” she said firmly. “I’m the one earning the money around here, so I get to decide how we spend it.”

As weeks turned into months, Jake’s self-confidence waned. He would often become flustered and anxious when the twins cried inconsolably, and his attempts at soothing them seemed futile. Klara’s expectations for him to manage the household and provide excellent care for their children were high, and he felt like he was constantly falling short.

One evening, as Jake was attempting to change Kyle’s diaper and keep Kelly entertained at the same time, he accidentally knocked over a bottle, spilling formula all over the kitchen counter. Kyle, sensing his father’s stress, started crying loudly, adding to the chaos. Jake’s frustration mounted, and he could feel his patience slipping away.

Klara, who had been working late again, walked in to find Jake struggling amidst the mess. Her exhaustion was evident, but so was her disappointment. “Jake, this is unacceptable,” she said sharply. “You can’t even handle a simple diaper change and feeding properly?”

Jake felt a mixture of shame and frustration. He had been trying his best, but the constant pressure to meet Klara’s high expectations was taking its toll on him. “I’m sorry, Klara. I’m doing my best, but it’s not easy.”

Klara’s tone remained stern as she replied, “Your best isn’t good enough, Jake. I need you to step up and do better. Our children deserve better.”

With those words, she took over the diaper change and feeding, her efficient and experienced hands swiftly managing the tasks that had seemed insurmountable to Jake. As she cared for the twins, Jake retreated to a corner of the kitchen, his self-esteem plummeting.

After that incident, Klara’s treatment of Jake took on a more condescending tone. She began to micromanage even the smallest aspects of Jake’s life. She created detailed schedules for him, outlining when and how he should take care of the twins, manage the household, and even what he should wear. Jake felt like he was constantly under scrutiny, and his self-esteem continued to erode.

One evening, after putting the twins to bed, Jake decided he couldn’t bear the weight of Klara’s control and condescension any longer. He took a deep breath and approached her in the living room.

“Klara, we need to talk,” he began, his voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination.

Klara looked up from her work laptop, her expression a mix of irritation and impatience. “Jake, I’m in the middle of something important right now. Can it wait?”

Jake shook his head firmly. “No, Klara, it can’t. I feel like I’ve lost my sense of self and my autonomy in this relationship. I understand that you have a demanding job, and I appreciate everything you’re doing for our family. But I can’t continue like this.”

Klara sighed, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but she closed her laptop and gave Jake her full attention. “Aren’t you being a little melodramatic, Jake?”

Jake took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew this conversation was long overdue, and he couldn’t back down now. “Klara, it’s not about being melodramatic. It’s about feeling like I’ve lost myself in this relationship. I know you’re working hard to provide for our family, and I appreciate that. But it’s become unbearable for me to constantly be micromanaged, to have every aspect of my life dictated by you.”

Klara frowned, her frustration evident. “Jake, do you think I want to keep you on such a tight leash? I’ve got plenty of other things I’d rather be focusing on. But when I left you to your own devices, it was a disaster.”

Jake met Klara’s frustrated gaze with determination. “I get that, Klara. I really do. But I need to find my own rhythm in taking care of our family. I need some space to learn and grow as a parent and as a person. I want to be the best husband and father I can be, but I can’t do that if I’m constantly being told what to do and how to do it.”

Klara sighed again, her irritation giving way to a hint of understanding. “I hear what you’re saying, Jake. But if I’m going to loosen the reins, I need a concrete plan for how you’ll avoid your past mistakes. We can’t go back to that chaos.”

Jake looked up at her with a solemn expression. “I don’t want that, either.”

“Have you thought about asking your father for help?” Klara asked carefully, knowing that Jake’s fraught relationship with his father was a delicate subject. “He want to HDI, didn’t he?”

Hearthside Domestic Institute was the region’s most prestigious male academy. Jake’s mother had met his father at a social event that HDI had held for top athletes looking for love.

“Klara, you know my history with my father,” Jake replied cautiously. “We’ve been at odds ever since I turned down a legacy spot at HDI to go to high school. I’m not sure he would understand or support what I’m going through.”

Klara nodded, acknowledging Jake’s concerns. She understood the complexity of his relationship with his father and the painful history between them. “I understand, Jake, but sometimes people can surprise you. Maybe it’s worth reaching out to him, even if just to have a conversation. You might find that he’s more understanding than you think.”

Jake continued to hesitate. “You might be right, Klara. I’ll think about it.”

“Please do,” Klara replied. “I’m not going to relinquish control unless I see that you’re being proactive about self-improvement.”

Jake felt the weight of the conversation pressing on him as he mulled over Klara’s suggestion. While he had long distanced himself from his father due to their differing views on education and life choices, he also knew that Klara had a point. If he wanted to regain some control over his life and prove himself capable as a father and a partner, it might be worth attempting to bridge the gap with his father.

His father wasn’t overly sympathetic when he called him for advice. “Didn’t I tell you your priorities were all wrong? If it weren’t for all of your foolishness about having a career, you could have been more involved with Emily when she was a baby, and I could have taught you then what you need to know now. But oh no, you weren’t going to spend your life changing diapers and packing lunches. No, my son was too good for all of that. Had to go to high school across town instead of the old man’s alma mater. And then college, at considerable expense to your mother. I’ll never understand why she indulged your little fantasies. After all, look where your delusions of grandeur have gotten you! Still changing diapers!”

Jake felt a mixture of frustration and resentment bubbling up as he listened to his father’s condescending tone. But he decided that if he wanted to be treated like an adult, he needed to swallow his pride. “Okay Dad, you told me so. You were right and I was wrong. Now will you help me or not?”

Jake could hear his father’s amusement over the phone. “Of course I will. Wouldn’t want Klara leaving your unprepared ass, would I? Just needed to hear you say it out loud.”

When Jake’s dad rang the doorbell the next morning, Klara was already on her way out the door, her mind preoccupied with what awaited her at the office.

“Fred, I can’t thank you enough for doing this,” she said, bending down to give his shoulder an affectionate little squeeze.

Fred, Jake’s father, nodded graciously, his small rotund frame a stark contrast to Klara’s imposing stature. “It’s not a problem at all. I’m here to help my son and my grandchildren, after all.”

Already, Klara could feel some of her stress and tension dissipate. She had done her best to establish routines and schedules for Jake, but she knew that having his father’s firsthand knowledge could make a significant difference. It’s like the old proverb said: Give a girl a fish, and you feed her for a day; teach a girl to fish and you feed her for a lifetime.

Once Klara had left for work, Fred quickly assessed the situation and took charge of the household.

“Here’s my first piece of advice, son. You’re not going to master every skill you’re going to need right away. Most husbands spent four years at school and countless years at home learning this stuff, after all. So don’t expect to get a handle on everything right away. For now, we’ve going to focus on the little things that make a big impact. First rule: Find the one area of your house that Klara just can’t handle being messy and make sure that part of the house is clean all the time. It’s a small and simple thing, but it will go a long way. At least she’ll know you’re making an effort.”

Jake listened carefully to his father’s advice, appreciating the practical wisdom that came with experience. He nodded in agreement and replied, “That makes sense, Dad. I’ll start by keeping the family room clean and organized. It’s the first thing Klara sees when she gets home from work, and when it’s a mess it starts our whole evening on a bad note.”

Fred nodded approvingly. “Good choice, son. Now, let’s get to work.”

Over the next few days, Fred patiently coached Jake on household chores, from laundry to cooking, and even the intricacies of feeding and caring for the twins. He shared tips and tricks he had learned over the years as a stay-at-home father and assured Jake that it was okay to make mistakes along the way.

As Jake started to put Fred’s advice into practice, he began to regain some of his self-confidence. The family room was consistently tidy, and Jake even managed to cook a few simple meals that didn’t end in disaster. He became more skilled at handling the twins, learning to read their cues and comforting them when they were upset.

Over time, Klara noticed a gradual improvement in Jake’s ability to handle the household and care for the twins. He was becoming more organized, proactive, and confident in his parenting. And she was also gratified to see that the frostiness between father and son had begun to melt.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day at work, Klara returned home to find the family room tidy and a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen. Jake had prepared a special dinner for her, and the twins were peacefully asleep in their cribs.

Klara was pleasantly surprised and moved by Jake’s efforts. She realized that he had made significant progress in managing the household and parenting their children. As they enjoyed a quiet dinner together, Klara decided to express her appreciation and admiration for his growth.

“Jake, I want you to know how proud I am of you,” she said sincerely. “You’ve come a long way in such a short time, and I can see how hard you’ve been working. I’m grateful for everything you do for our family.”

Jake beamed with pride and gratitude, his confidence bolstered by Klara’s acknowledgment. “Thank you, Klara. I couldn’t have done it without your support and your patience. And I’m grateful to Dad for helping me find my footing.”

Klara nodded, her expression softening. “I’m glad you reached out to Fred. This experience has been good for both of you.”

As Jake mastered a growing number of meals, he and Klara fell into a routine. Each Sunday night, Klara would plan out the meals for the week and budget out the grocery shopping accordingly. And then, over the course of the week, Jake would execute what she wanted. Before long, he was making home-cooked meals maybe 70 percent of the time, and handling all of the clean-up before bed each night.

Gradually, he got a better sense of the household expenses, and there were fewer and fewer arguments about him exceeding the weekly allowance that Klara had set for him. Klara began to ease back on her micromanagement, allowing Jake to regain some autonomy and independence. She was relieved to see her husband growing into his role as a father and partner.

And now that Klara was no longer so preoccupied with what was going on at home, she could give her work the undivided attention it deserved. When the company’s long-serving CEO retired and the board named Ronnie Mitchell as the new CEO, Anna got promoted to COO. Shortly afterward, Klara was summoned to Anna’s new office on the top floor.

“Klara, have a seat,” Anna said, gesturing to a comfortable chair in front of her expensive-looking new desk. “I’ve been reviewing your performance, and I must say, you’ve been doing an outstanding job.”

Klara tried not to let the mix of anticipation and anxiety she was feeling show. She knew that this meeting could be a pivotal moment in her career.

“Thank you, Anna,” Klara replied with a grateful smile. “I’ve been giving it my all.”

Anna leaned forward, her expression serious. “I can see that, and I want to offer you a new opportunity. With my promotion to COO, I’m going to be making some changes to our unwieldy reporting structure. I’m looking to create a smaller consolidated executive team of accomplished women who can be trusted with greater authority and autonomy. And you’re the first person I thought of to join this new leadership team.”

Klara’s heart soared with a mixture of excitement and pride. She had worked tirelessly to prove herself in the company, and this recognition from Anna was a significant milestone in her career. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes fixed on Anna, ready to hear more about the opportunity.

“Anna, I’m honored by your offer,” Klara began, her voice filled with sincerity. “I’m absolutely committed to contributing to the success of this company, and I’m eager to hear more about the role you have in mind.”

Anna nodded, clearly pleased with Klara’s response. “I’m glad to hear that, Klara. The role I’m offering you is Senior Vice President of Performance Improvement and Strategic Initiatives. You’ll be responsible for overseeing the day-to-day operations of both the Strategic Initiatives Unit and Operational Analytics Unit. You would be reporting directly to me, and both unit supervisors would be reporting to you. I’m looking for a heavy-hitter who is passionate about streamlining processes, and improving efficiency. I believe your analytical skills and dedication make you the perfect woman for this role.”

Klara couldn’t contain her excitement. This was exactly the type of challenge she had been working towards throughout her (relatively short) career. She nodded enthusiastically, her determination shining through.

“Anna, I’m truly honored and excited about this opportunity. I accept the position, and I’m ready to take on the responsibilities that come with it. I’m committed to driving operational excellence and strategic initiatives for the company.”

Anna looked delighted. “I knew I could count on you, Klara. I’ll make sure the transition process is smooth, and we’ll have you start in your new role within the next few weeks. This is a big move for both of us, and I have high expectations.”

Over the next few weeks, Klara worked closely with Anna to transition into her new role. She dedicated herself to getting up to speed with the responsibilities of her new position, reviewing processes, and identifying areas for improvement. She was overseeing two large teams, dealing with more complex challenges, and making strategic decisions that would impact the company’s future. Klara relished the challenge that came with this new level of leadership.

As Klara settled into her role, she found herself working longer hours and facing even greater demands on her time. The new position required her to travel more frequently, attend high-level meetings, and make important strategic decisions. Her commitment to her career remained unwavering, but it came at a cost.

Fortunately, Jake had continued to make progress in managing the household and caring for the twins. Fred’s guidance and support had been invaluable, and Jake was growing more confident with each passing day. Klara had no choice but to entrust Jake with more and more responsibility at home, and so far he had been rising to the challenge admirably. It couldn’t have been more different from those frustrating first couple of months.

However, as Klara’s work responsibilities increased, she found herself becoming more distant from her family. Her long hours at the office and frequent business trips left her with limited time to spend with Jake and the twins. She would often come home late in the evening, exhausted from a day filled with meetings and strategic planning, only to find Jake already handling bedtime routines and household chores.

One evening, after returning from a week-long business trip, Klara walked through the front door to the sounds of laughter and giggles coming from the living room. She followed the joyful noise and found Jake playing with Kelly and Kyle on the floor, surrounded by toys and stuffed animals.

“Hey, Klara!” Jake greeted her with a smile, but his expression held a hint of concern. “We missed you. How was your trip?”

Klara felt a pang of guilt as she looked at her husband and children. Her career was so all-consuming that she kept missing out on precious moments like this. She knelt down and hugged her twins tightly, kissing their foreheads.

“It was productive, but I missed you all terribly,” she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately.”

Jake, always understanding and supportive, gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. We know Mommy is working hard for our future. But we’re always happy to have you back.”

Klara felt a mixture of gratitude and sadness. She had achieved the success she had always dreamed of, but it kept her from spending as much time as she would like with her family.

Jake could sense something was bothering her, and quietly ushered her into another room.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

Klara suddenly found herself sobbing. “I feel like I’m neglecting my duties as a mother and as a wife.”

Standing directly below her, Jake wrapped his arms around one of Klara’s large muscular thighs, comforting her as she let out her pent-up emotions. “Klara, you’re not neglecting anything. You’re working hard to provide financial security for our family and secure our future. I’m grateful for everything you do for our family.”

Jake’s words of support were a balm to Klara’s heart. She leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his understanding. “I know you’re right, Jake. I just wish I could find a better balance between my career and being present for our family.”

Jake let Klara lift him up until they were eye-to-eye with one another. “We’ll find that balance together, Klara. We’re a team, and we’ll figure it out.”