Frozen To Lose It All- Chapter 50
Title: Frozen To Lose It All
Pairing: Vam, Ville/Jonne
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: Ville has been with Jonne for two years now and they want to start their life together. But, when Bam gets in the picture will it stay the same or will everything fall apart?
*Note* This will end up being a MPreg in later chapters. Also, Jonne is a few years older in this since I didn't want Ville to be considered a molester. :p
Disclaimer: If I owned Ville, Bam, or Jonne do you really think I'd be writing??
“Ville…Ville, sweetheart, wake up,” Anita said, shaking Ville’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and looked around. “We’re home.” He stepped out of the car, flinging one of his bags over his shoulder, and walked up the stairs to his parent’s apartment. Right when Kari opened the door, Ville was sent 20 years to when he was a child. The scent of the kitchen and living room was almost overwhelming.
“Wow,” Ville muttered, going into his old room. “This place hasn’t changed at all…” He threw his bag onto his bed, lying on the soft mattress. Ville reached into his coat pocket and dialed Bam’s number tiredly.
“Hello?’
“Hey…”
“Oh God, hi, baby!” he said happily. “Are you okay? How’re you feeling? Was your flight okay?” Ville giggled.
“Bam, slow down. I’m fine.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you, kitty.”
“I’m worried about you, too, darling. Don’t rush to skate right away, alright?” Bam groaned.
“Don’t switch it to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Ville nodded, suddenly feeling even more tired than he was and getting a lump in his throat. He knew he was putting everybody he loved in so much pain and he hated every minute of it. “You there, babe?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, wiping away some tears.
“Oh, hold on, Ella wants to talk to you.” There was a pause before a tiny voice came on the line.
“Willa?”
“Hi, my baby.”
“Hi…” Ville bit his lip, trying not to cry harder.
“What’d you do today, kulta? Did Bammie take you anywhere?”
“No.” Ville sighed, looking down.
“You didn’t do anything today?”
“No.”
“Ella, c’mon. Don’t be crabby, be nice. Please, baby…”
“Bye, Willa…”
“Wait, honey, no-“
“Vil’?” Bam asked, coming back on. “Listen, don’t take it personally, okay? She’s just tired.”
“She’s mad at me.”
“She’s six. She gets mad if Spongebob isn’t on.”
“I don’t care. I hate it when she’s mad at me.”
“She’ll get over it, baby. Get some rest.” Ville snuffed, rubbing his red eyes.
“Yeah…I’ll call you later on.”
“I love you, kitty. Sleep good.”
“You, too.”
“Night, baby.”
“Goodnight…” Ville clamped his phone shut and snuggled into his pillow. Pulling the covers up, he fell into sleep, still in his coat and boots.
“How’s he doing?” Jesse asked, sipping on a cup of coffee. Kari sighed.
“It’s only his first day. He needs time to adjust. He’ll be happy to see you, though.” Jesse smiled. “Just don’t get him in a headlock right away.”
“I’ll try and remember that,” he laughed.
“Jesse, dear, you want anything to eat?” Anita smiled, putting a plate of various buns on the table. “You must be hungry.” Jesse grabbed one as Ville walked in, still half asleep. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He gave a small wave and went straight for the coffee pot.
“Ville, man, how’re you doing?” Jesse asked. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Yeah…how’s Niina?” he asked, truthfully too tired to care.
“She’s alright…pregnant.”
“Congrats,” he mumbled, taking a gulp of coffee.
“Have something to eat,” Kari offered. Ville shook his head.
“You need to eat, Ville,” Anita said. “And slow down on the coffee.” He tilted his head.
“What?”
“It’s…It raises your blood pressure,” she said, fidgeting with her hair. Ville furrowed his brow and started to walk back to his room just as the doorbell rang. Kari answered it, letting Mige in.
“Is Ville up?” He nodded.
“Come in, Mikko.” Mige stepped in and immediately smiled at Ville.
“Hey.”
“Hey…uh, c’mon…” Mige followed Ville to his room and shut the door.
“What’s up with you?”
“Huh?”
“You’re really pale.” Ville laughed, sitting on his bed.
“You’ve known me for 25 years and you’re just noticing?”
“Oh, ha ha,” he said dully. “You know what I mean.”
“Side effects…Prozac, Lithium, Zoloft, you name it, I’m on it.” Mige shook his head.
“That’s not it. Something’s up.” Ville groaned and walked into the bathroom. “Ville, don’t shut me out. Come on.”
“Listen, I’m away from my family, I cheated on my husband, my career is for shit right now, and you expect me to be happy?”
“No, I get that you’re going through a lot, but you can’t build that wall again!”
“I never had a wall,” he said quietly.
“Oh, bullshit, Ville. You’ve always had a wall up, even with Jonne. Then Bam broke it and you got better. Don’t put it up, alright?” He snuffed and closed the bathroom door. “Could you just tell me what’s wrong? I mean, even your mom knows it. Hell, Jesse knows.”
“I don’t feel good, okay?” he muttered through the door.
“Well, I know that. That’s why you came here.”
“No, I mean…I don’t feel good…”
“Jetlag?” Ville didn’t reply for a second, so Mige continued. “Food poisoning? Nervous?”
“I don’t know…for my mom to say not to drink coffee and I have to eat…ugh, I don’t know…”
“What’d you think it is? Flu?”
“I’m hoping.”
“Well, what else could it be?” Ville didn’t answer until Mige knocked on the door. “Ville?”
“What?”
“What else could it be?”
“Um…” Mige sighed and went back into Ville’s room before the bathroom door opened. “Oh shit,” he said in the most disgusted voice.
“What happened?” Ville came out and tossed a plastic stick on the bed.
“I’m pregnant.”
Pairing: Vam, Ville/Jonne
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: Ville has been with Jonne for two years now and they want to start their life together. But, when Bam gets in the picture will it stay the same or will everything fall apart?
*Note* This will end up being a MPreg in later chapters. Also, Jonne is a few years older in this since I didn't want Ville to be considered a molester. :p
Disclaimer: If I owned Ville, Bam, or Jonne do you really think I'd be writing??
“Ville…Ville, sweetheart, wake up,” Anita said, shaking Ville’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and looked around. “We’re home.” He stepped out of the car, flinging one of his bags over his shoulder, and walked up the stairs to his parent’s apartment. Right when Kari opened the door, Ville was sent 20 years to when he was a child. The scent of the kitchen and living room was almost overwhelming.
“Wow,” Ville muttered, going into his old room. “This place hasn’t changed at all…” He threw his bag onto his bed, lying on the soft mattress. Ville reached into his coat pocket and dialed Bam’s number tiredly.
“Hello?’
“Hey…”
“Oh God, hi, baby!” he said happily. “Are you okay? How’re you feeling? Was your flight okay?” Ville giggled.
“Bam, slow down. I’m fine.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you, kitty.”
“I’m worried about you, too, darling. Don’t rush to skate right away, alright?” Bam groaned.
“Don’t switch it to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Ville nodded, suddenly feeling even more tired than he was and getting a lump in his throat. He knew he was putting everybody he loved in so much pain and he hated every minute of it. “You there, babe?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, wiping away some tears.
“Oh, hold on, Ella wants to talk to you.” There was a pause before a tiny voice came on the line.
“Willa?”
“Hi, my baby.”
“Hi…” Ville bit his lip, trying not to cry harder.
“What’d you do today, kulta? Did Bammie take you anywhere?”
“No.” Ville sighed, looking down.
“You didn’t do anything today?”
“No.”
“Ella, c’mon. Don’t be crabby, be nice. Please, baby…”
“Bye, Willa…”
“Wait, honey, no-“
“Vil’?” Bam asked, coming back on. “Listen, don’t take it personally, okay? She’s just tired.”
“She’s mad at me.”
“She’s six. She gets mad if Spongebob isn’t on.”
“I don’t care. I hate it when she’s mad at me.”
“She’ll get over it, baby. Get some rest.” Ville snuffed, rubbing his red eyes.
“Yeah…I’ll call you later on.”
“I love you, kitty. Sleep good.”
“You, too.”
“Night, baby.”
“Goodnight…” Ville clamped his phone shut and snuggled into his pillow. Pulling the covers up, he fell into sleep, still in his coat and boots.
“How’s he doing?” Jesse asked, sipping on a cup of coffee. Kari sighed.
“It’s only his first day. He needs time to adjust. He’ll be happy to see you, though.” Jesse smiled. “Just don’t get him in a headlock right away.”
“I’ll try and remember that,” he laughed.
“Jesse, dear, you want anything to eat?” Anita smiled, putting a plate of various buns on the table. “You must be hungry.” Jesse grabbed one as Ville walked in, still half asleep. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He gave a small wave and went straight for the coffee pot.
“Ville, man, how’re you doing?” Jesse asked. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Yeah…how’s Niina?” he asked, truthfully too tired to care.
“She’s alright…pregnant.”
“Congrats,” he mumbled, taking a gulp of coffee.
“Have something to eat,” Kari offered. Ville shook his head.
“You need to eat, Ville,” Anita said. “And slow down on the coffee.” He tilted his head.
“What?”
“It’s…It raises your blood pressure,” she said, fidgeting with her hair. Ville furrowed his brow and started to walk back to his room just as the doorbell rang. Kari answered it, letting Mige in.
“Is Ville up?” He nodded.
“Come in, Mikko.” Mige stepped in and immediately smiled at Ville.
“Hey.”
“Hey…uh, c’mon…” Mige followed Ville to his room and shut the door.
“What’s up with you?”
“Huh?”
“You’re really pale.” Ville laughed, sitting on his bed.
“You’ve known me for 25 years and you’re just noticing?”
“Oh, ha ha,” he said dully. “You know what I mean.”
“Side effects…Prozac, Lithium, Zoloft, you name it, I’m on it.” Mige shook his head.
“That’s not it. Something’s up.” Ville groaned and walked into the bathroom. “Ville, don’t shut me out. Come on.”
“Listen, I’m away from my family, I cheated on my husband, my career is for shit right now, and you expect me to be happy?”
“No, I get that you’re going through a lot, but you can’t build that wall again!”
“I never had a wall,” he said quietly.
“Oh, bullshit, Ville. You’ve always had a wall up, even with Jonne. Then Bam broke it and you got better. Don’t put it up, alright?” He snuffed and closed the bathroom door. “Could you just tell me what’s wrong? I mean, even your mom knows it. Hell, Jesse knows.”
“I don’t feel good, okay?” he muttered through the door.
“Well, I know that. That’s why you came here.”
“No, I mean…I don’t feel good…”
“Jetlag?” Ville didn’t reply for a second, so Mige continued. “Food poisoning? Nervous?”
“I don’t know…for my mom to say not to drink coffee and I have to eat…ugh, I don’t know…”
“What’d you think it is? Flu?”
“I’m hoping.”
“Well, what else could it be?” Ville didn’t answer until Mige knocked on the door. “Ville?”
“What?”
“What else could it be?”
“Um…” Mige sighed and went back into Ville’s room before the bathroom door opened. “Oh shit,” he said in the most disgusted voice.
“What happened?” Ville came out and tossed a plastic stick on the bed.
“I’m pregnant.”