FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(29/30)
Title: Lost Without You (29/30)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1202
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24| Chapter 25| Chapter 26| Chapter 27| Chapter 28|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Katya sat on the edge of the kitchen bench, the pink fiberglass cast on her right foot tapping on the cabinet door in time with the Wiggles music playing quietly in the background. Billy stood beside her carefully cutting the vegetables for their supper, every now and again, he would lift a piece and press it into her fingers waiting for her to name it before watching as she ate it.
He lifted a small piece of carrot and held it out to her.
“Car-rot?” she asked quietly, her accent thick and nearly unintelligible.
“Good girl.” He grinned, nodding in acknowledgement, leaning in and hugging her tightly. “You’re such a clever little lassie.”
“Daddy happy?” she asked solemnly, her wide tawny eyes searching his face.
“Very happy, Katydid.” He nodded with a huge smile, pulling her against him and hugging her tightly. “So very happy.”
Three months ago they had brought home a timidly shy five year old, and whilst she was still shy outside of her home, she was now a student at a regular school and was making some good friends.
Laser surgery had all but corrected her eyesight and two operations with Scotland’s top orthopedic surgeons had negated the need to wear the clumsy braces. She wasn’t ever going to be an athlete, but now she will walk on her own and dance at her wedding and live as much of a normal life as they could give her. Tomorrow her cast would come off and after therapy she would be as good, no better than new.
Lifting her off the counter and onto his hip, Billy carried her into the living room. Depositing her on the sofa, Billy picked up her favorite book off the end table. Sitting down beside Katya, he flicked the television onto a children’s channel. Katya clambered awkwardly onto his lap and snuggled into him, her strawberry blonde head pressed against his chest as he opened the book and started to read.
As Billy read from the book of fairytales, Katya’s fingers lifted to trace the pictures on some of the pages as he read, before she fell silent. Billy cuddled her tightly, his hand patting her back as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Relaxing into the sofa, Billy let his own eyes drift closed.
When he opened them again sometime later the room was dark save for the television flickering in the darkness. Turning his head slightly it was to find Orlando sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
“How long have you been there?” Billy asked hoarsely, his voice thick with sleep. Tilting his head to accept the kiss Orlando pressed to his cheek as he settled beside him on the sofa, his arm wrapped around Billy’s shoulder and he sighed happily. Orlando’s other arm slipped around him gently to stroke their daughter’s sleep tousled head.
“Long enough to know that I love both of you to distraction.” Orlando kissed the side of Billy’s neck gently.
“Will you be home to come to the doctor with us tomorrow?” Billy asked.
“Definitely.” Orlando answered, “It’s an important day for us, isn’t it?”
“I thought we might take her to McDonalds on the way home.”
“Enabler.” Orlando licked his neck slowly. “How long has she been asleep?” Orlando asked.
“Not long, why?” Billy tilted his head to look into Orlando’s face, for the first time the lines of worry in his forehead.
“We need to talk, but it will wait until she’s gone to bed.”
“Problem?” Billy frowned.
“Probably, but we’ll be okay.” Orlando nodded.
Billy wrapped his arms tightly around their daughter before he passed her to Orlando and slipped out from underneath her legs.
He climbed to his feet and walked through to their kitchen/dining room. Setting the vegetables in the microwave to cook, he pulled the baking tray with roast potatoes and chicken from the oven.
As he prepared their meal, he listened to Orlando and Katya as they set their dinner table. Orlando spoke in halting Russian that made the tiny youngster giggle happily at his pronunciation. Katya had been teaching both of them to speak her mother tongue but Orlando had found it easier and made a game of it with her making her shine like a sunbeam under his praise.
Carrying their meals into the dining room they sat down to eat. It was a family custom that had begun the night Katya had come home. Each night no matter what their schedules, they would sit down as a family and eat together.
At the end of the meal, Orlando cleared their plates and Billy bathed Katya and put her to bed with a story. When he returned to the living room it was to find Orlando pacing in front of their hearth, two tumblers of whisky on the coffee table and a small stack of tabloid magazines between them.
“So? Confess, what’s wrong?” Billy asked sinking onto the sofa, pointedly not looking at the coffee table.
“He’s angling at taking Katya away.”
“Who?” Billy bounced to his feet. “She’s our daughter. They can’t take her. Can they?” Billy’s heart began to pound a frantic staccato beat in his chest.
“Your fucking asshole ex.” Orlando frowned. “There’s no-one else that knows everything he knows, it must be him. And the lawyers said that technically they possibly can but probably not.”
“But she’s our baby.” Billy whispered sinking back onto the sofa. Leaning forward he lifted one of the magazines. Skimming over the offensive material, his fingertips traced over a grainy picture of them shirtless silhouetted in their bedroom window before he looked up at his lover.
“So what?” Billy grimaced, “So we’re lovers, so what?”
“So we didn’t tell them and they can take her back if they deem us unfit.”
Lifting the phone from the coffee table, Billy dialed a once familiar number.
“What the fuck are you doing this to us for?” Billy growled as the call connected.
“Hello William.” Billy could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Answer me Dom.” Billy growled.
“Because you don’t deserve her, because we can give her a better home. Because I told you a long time ago. Don’t fuck with me Billy, I’ll always win.”
“Like hell you can. I’d sooner see her go back to Russia.”
“Billy?” Dom spoke quietly but with dark malicious intent. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“And I’ll just bet you never fucking forget either do you?”
“Dark little secrets have a way of turning up in the damnedest places.”
“Make sure you remember that Dom.” Billy spoke calmly and disconnected the call.
“Did that help?” Orlando smiled wryly.
Billy threw the phone onto the sofa disdainfully. “Not much.”
“What do you want to do?” Orlando murmured.
“How quickly can we cement everything so we can be certain she’s ours.” Billy frowned.
“When I spoke to James tonight he was making us his priority. He’ll know more first thing in the morning.”
“I’ve got that red carpet thing on Friday.”
“What’s going on in there Bills?” Orlando sat down on the coffee table in front of Billy and clasped his chilled hands.
“I say we beat him at his own game.”
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1202
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24| Chapter 25| Chapter 26| Chapter 27| Chapter 28|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Katya sat on the edge of the kitchen bench, the pink fiberglass cast on her right foot tapping on the cabinet door in time with the Wiggles music playing quietly in the background. Billy stood beside her carefully cutting the vegetables for their supper, every now and again, he would lift a piece and press it into her fingers waiting for her to name it before watching as she ate it.
He lifted a small piece of carrot and held it out to her.
“Car-rot?” she asked quietly, her accent thick and nearly unintelligible.
“Good girl.” He grinned, nodding in acknowledgement, leaning in and hugging her tightly. “You’re such a clever little lassie.”
“Daddy happy?” she asked solemnly, her wide tawny eyes searching his face.
“Very happy, Katydid.” He nodded with a huge smile, pulling her against him and hugging her tightly. “So very happy.”
Three months ago they had brought home a timidly shy five year old, and whilst she was still shy outside of her home, she was now a student at a regular school and was making some good friends.
Laser surgery had all but corrected her eyesight and two operations with Scotland’s top orthopedic surgeons had negated the need to wear the clumsy braces. She wasn’t ever going to be an athlete, but now she will walk on her own and dance at her wedding and live as much of a normal life as they could give her. Tomorrow her cast would come off and after therapy she would be as good, no better than new.
Lifting her off the counter and onto his hip, Billy carried her into the living room. Depositing her on the sofa, Billy picked up her favorite book off the end table. Sitting down beside Katya, he flicked the television onto a children’s channel. Katya clambered awkwardly onto his lap and snuggled into him, her strawberry blonde head pressed against his chest as he opened the book and started to read.
As Billy read from the book of fairytales, Katya’s fingers lifted to trace the pictures on some of the pages as he read, before she fell silent. Billy cuddled her tightly, his hand patting her back as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Relaxing into the sofa, Billy let his own eyes drift closed.
When he opened them again sometime later the room was dark save for the television flickering in the darkness. Turning his head slightly it was to find Orlando sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
“How long have you been there?” Billy asked hoarsely, his voice thick with sleep. Tilting his head to accept the kiss Orlando pressed to his cheek as he settled beside him on the sofa, his arm wrapped around Billy’s shoulder and he sighed happily. Orlando’s other arm slipped around him gently to stroke their daughter’s sleep tousled head.
“Long enough to know that I love both of you to distraction.” Orlando kissed the side of Billy’s neck gently.
“Will you be home to come to the doctor with us tomorrow?” Billy asked.
“Definitely.” Orlando answered, “It’s an important day for us, isn’t it?”
“I thought we might take her to McDonalds on the way home.”
“Enabler.” Orlando licked his neck slowly. “How long has she been asleep?” Orlando asked.
“Not long, why?” Billy tilted his head to look into Orlando’s face, for the first time the lines of worry in his forehead.
“We need to talk, but it will wait until she’s gone to bed.”
“Problem?” Billy frowned.
“Probably, but we’ll be okay.” Orlando nodded.
Billy wrapped his arms tightly around their daughter before he passed her to Orlando and slipped out from underneath her legs.
He climbed to his feet and walked through to their kitchen/dining room. Setting the vegetables in the microwave to cook, he pulled the baking tray with roast potatoes and chicken from the oven.
As he prepared their meal, he listened to Orlando and Katya as they set their dinner table. Orlando spoke in halting Russian that made the tiny youngster giggle happily at his pronunciation. Katya had been teaching both of them to speak her mother tongue but Orlando had found it easier and made a game of it with her making her shine like a sunbeam under his praise.
Carrying their meals into the dining room they sat down to eat. It was a family custom that had begun the night Katya had come home. Each night no matter what their schedules, they would sit down as a family and eat together.
At the end of the meal, Orlando cleared their plates and Billy bathed Katya and put her to bed with a story. When he returned to the living room it was to find Orlando pacing in front of their hearth, two tumblers of whisky on the coffee table and a small stack of tabloid magazines between them.
“So? Confess, what’s wrong?” Billy asked sinking onto the sofa, pointedly not looking at the coffee table.
“He’s angling at taking Katya away.”
“Who?” Billy bounced to his feet. “She’s our daughter. They can’t take her. Can they?” Billy’s heart began to pound a frantic staccato beat in his chest.
“Your fucking asshole ex.” Orlando frowned. “There’s no-one else that knows everything he knows, it must be him. And the lawyers said that technically they possibly can but probably not.”
“But she’s our baby.” Billy whispered sinking back onto the sofa. Leaning forward he lifted one of the magazines. Skimming over the offensive material, his fingertips traced over a grainy picture of them shirtless silhouetted in their bedroom window before he looked up at his lover.
“So what?” Billy grimaced, “So we’re lovers, so what?”
“So we didn’t tell them and they can take her back if they deem us unfit.”
Lifting the phone from the coffee table, Billy dialed a once familiar number.
“What the fuck are you doing this to us for?” Billy growled as the call connected.
“Hello William.” Billy could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
“Answer me Dom.” Billy growled.
“Because you don’t deserve her, because we can give her a better home. Because I told you a long time ago. Don’t fuck with me Billy, I’ll always win.”
“Like hell you can. I’d sooner see her go back to Russia.”
“Billy?” Dom spoke quietly but with dark malicious intent. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“And I’ll just bet you never fucking forget either do you?”
“Dark little secrets have a way of turning up in the damnedest places.”
“Make sure you remember that Dom.” Billy spoke calmly and disconnected the call.
“Did that help?” Orlando smiled wryly.
Billy threw the phone onto the sofa disdainfully. “Not much.”
“What do you want to do?” Orlando murmured.
“How quickly can we cement everything so we can be certain she’s ours.” Billy frowned.
“When I spoke to James tonight he was making us his priority. He’ll know more first thing in the morning.”
“I’ve got that red carpet thing on Friday.”
“What’s going on in there Bills?” Orlando sat down on the coffee table in front of Billy and clasped his chilled hands.
“I say we beat him at his own game.”