Frozen To Lose It All-Chapter 97
Title: Frozen To Lose It All
Pairing: Vam, Vonne
Rating: PG-13
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??
http://agoddeafanblind.livejournal.com/
The recovery was slow, but in the end, Ville’s back was completely healed. He needed extensive therapy which would last about three months. Thankfully, though, he was able to go back home, with Bam still in the dark about his dream. On his first day back, Ville had to be brought in with a wheel chair, even though he fought it.
“Bam, c’mon, I don’t need a wheel chair,” he groaned.
“You just had back surgery and four blood transfusions,” Bam said. “You deserve to get wheeled around.” Ville sighed while Bam wheeled him through the front door of the apartment. Ella immediately shrieked and started to run towards them, only to have Bam stop her. “Hold on, spaz…be gentle, okay?” She nodded, going towards Ville.
“Hi, Willa,” she smiled. He grinned, hugging her carefully.
“I’ve missed you so much, kulta…I’m sorry I left for so long…”
“Are you better now?”
“Yeah, honey, I’m all better.” Ella kissed him sweetly as Damian came running up. “Oh, hi there, poika!” Bam lifted him up so Ville could kiss his head while Jonne came out of the bedroom to bring the twins out.
“Good God,” he laughed. “How many kids do you have?” Ville smiled, taking Wednesday in his arms, then Laila. After a few more minutes of being with the kids, Bam could see Ville was beginning to get tired, so they went into the bedroom.
“Hold on, I’ll help you up…” Bam propped about three pillows against the headboard and helped Ville out of the chair. “You alright?”
“Uh-huh…just go slower…” Bam carefully guided him into the bed, pulling the covers over him. “Sweetie, you don’t have to wait on me.”
“Shut up, I’m doing it.” Ville rolled his eyes, smiling, as Bam handed him the remote for their television. “You get a pain killer in an hour, and I don’t care what you say, you’re taking them. You want anything to eat?” He shook his head.
“No…Bam, we…we need to talk…” Tilting his head, Bam sat next to him on the bed. “Listen, about Katja…”
“Don’t worry…you don’t have to explain anything.”
“Yes, I do. I don’t want you to think that I did it because I don’t love you. I did it so Jonne could get at least some happiness in his life. I mean, for God’s sake, his boyfriend beats the shit outta him…he needed something…” Bam placed his hand on top of Ville’s, nodding.
“I know…I’m not mad or anything…I know you love me…Ville, I…I kissed Jonne…” Ville’s face remained the same, causing Bam to worry a bit more. “It didn’t mean anything…I-I was scared.”
“It’s alright…I know why you did it. It was the same reason I did when you were sick… you needed to feel love.” Letting out a breath, Bam cupped Ville’s cheek and looked deep into his eyes.
“I love you so much, Ville…”
“I know you do.”
“Katja, hush,” Jonne whispered, rocking her back and forth. For the past fifteen minutes she had been screaming bloody murder and Jonne was desperately trying to quiet her down so Ville could rest. “Please, tytar…” Going into the kitchen to get a bottle, he heard Ville call out to him.
“Hey, Tink, c’mere a minute…” Jonne stepped into the dark room, kissing Katja’s head. “I wanna talk to you for a minute…how’d the trial go?”
“He…He’s still in jail.” Ville’s eyes went wide.
“They convicted him?” Jonne nodded, leaning up against the wall. “Did you get a restraining order?”
“Yeah…he can’t go near me or Katja…or you, Bam, or the kids.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Jonne. I’m not afraid of him.”
“I know, but-“ Cutting him off, Katja began to scream louder, causing Ville to ask for her. He cradled her in his arms, soothing her quickly. “She never does that for me…”
“It takes time to learn.”
“Not for you and Ella…” Ville laughed.
“Me and Ella are weird. Don’t take pointers from us.” Jonne smiled, lying at the foot of the bed. “I heard you have a new boy toy.” He rolled his eyes.
“Not really…he’s too far away. I mean, I related to him, but…it didn’t click. “Plus, he went back to his old boyfriend who beat the hell out of him all the time…”
“Hmm…where have I heard that before?”
“Oh, shut up…Maybe I should just stop looking, you know?” Ville shook his head.
“There’s someone out there for everybody,” he said quietly. “Look at me and Bam.”
“So, you knew I wasn’t right for you?” Jonne asked, somewhat hurt. Ville bit his lip and took Jonne’s hand. “You can tell me, I-I won’t get mad…”
“When we were together…I thought we were meant for each other, but…time showed that we weren’t.” Jonne looked down, taking a shaky breath.
“What if I told you I think we still are?” Ville felt his stomach drop as he saw Jonne turn away.
“Jonne…there’s someone meant for you…and it’s not me.” Nodding slowly, Jonne took Katja and walked towards the door. “Hey…I’m proud of you.” He cocked his head.
“For what?”
“Getting away from him.”
“Psst…Willa…” Slowly opening one eye, Ville smiled lightly. Ella crawled next to him, laying her head on his chest. “You’re comfy…”
“I am?” he asked. She nodded and snuggled up more on him. “I’ve missed you so much, kulta…”
“I missed you, too…does your back really hurt?” He nodded slightly. “Do you want me to leave?”
“Never, baby…I want you to stay here forever.” Before he knew it, Ville’s eyes became heavy and slowly shut.
“Mom…Daddy, I-I have something to tell you…” Anita and Kari stared at Ville, who was shaking very noticeably, from across the couch. Jesse was also in the room, but sat in a nearby chair. “D-Don’t be mad...”
“It’s alright, son,” Kari assured. “You can tell us.” Ville bit his lip, taking a breath.
“I’m…I’m pregnant…” Anita’s mouth dropped as Kari looked down. “I’m sorry, Mom…”
“How could you go and be so stupid! You’re seventeen years old!” Ville began to cry, looking away. “So, you expect us to take care of it?!”
“N-no,” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do anything…”
“Oh, so you’re keeping it?! What’s wrong with you?! Do you even know who’s it is?!” Crying harder, Ville nodded, causing Kari to get up and sit next to him.
“Shh…it’s okay, poika…”
“It’s not okay, Kari!” Anita shouted.
“If our son is stupid enough to do something like this, then we shouldn’t be comforting him!” Kari’s face turned cold as he held Ville tighter.
“He is not stupid…don’t you ever say that about him again.” Anita gritted her teeth and yanked Ville up by his wrist. “Anita, stop it!”
“If you have this child I can tell you right now we’re not supporting you! You’re gone!” She slapped him across the face, sending an intense burning through Ville’s cheek. Kari shot up, getting in front of him.
“I told you to leave him alone!”
“How can you support him in this?”
“He’s my son…I’ll support him with anything.”
Ville’s eyes shot open, sweat pouring from his forehead. His breathing was shallow, but not leading to an asthma attack. Ella was still sleeping soundly on his chest, Bam lying next to them. The dream continued to haunt him, even though he was now fully awake.
“Shit…”
Pairing: Vam, Vonne
Rating: PG-13
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??
http://agoddeafanblind.livejournal.com/
The recovery was slow, but in the end, Ville’s back was completely healed. He needed extensive therapy which would last about three months. Thankfully, though, he was able to go back home, with Bam still in the dark about his dream. On his first day back, Ville had to be brought in with a wheel chair, even though he fought it.
“Bam, c’mon, I don’t need a wheel chair,” he groaned.
“You just had back surgery and four blood transfusions,” Bam said. “You deserve to get wheeled around.” Ville sighed while Bam wheeled him through the front door of the apartment. Ella immediately shrieked and started to run towards them, only to have Bam stop her. “Hold on, spaz…be gentle, okay?” She nodded, going towards Ville.
“Hi, Willa,” she smiled. He grinned, hugging her carefully.
“I’ve missed you so much, kulta…I’m sorry I left for so long…”
“Are you better now?”
“Yeah, honey, I’m all better.” Ella kissed him sweetly as Damian came running up. “Oh, hi there, poika!” Bam lifted him up so Ville could kiss his head while Jonne came out of the bedroom to bring the twins out.
“Good God,” he laughed. “How many kids do you have?” Ville smiled, taking Wednesday in his arms, then Laila. After a few more minutes of being with the kids, Bam could see Ville was beginning to get tired, so they went into the bedroom.
“Hold on, I’ll help you up…” Bam propped about three pillows against the headboard and helped Ville out of the chair. “You alright?”
“Uh-huh…just go slower…” Bam carefully guided him into the bed, pulling the covers over him. “Sweetie, you don’t have to wait on me.”
“Shut up, I’m doing it.” Ville rolled his eyes, smiling, as Bam handed him the remote for their television. “You get a pain killer in an hour, and I don’t care what you say, you’re taking them. You want anything to eat?” He shook his head.
“No…Bam, we…we need to talk…” Tilting his head, Bam sat next to him on the bed. “Listen, about Katja…”
“Don’t worry…you don’t have to explain anything.”
“Yes, I do. I don’t want you to think that I did it because I don’t love you. I did it so Jonne could get at least some happiness in his life. I mean, for God’s sake, his boyfriend beats the shit outta him…he needed something…” Bam placed his hand on top of Ville’s, nodding.
“I know…I’m not mad or anything…I know you love me…Ville, I…I kissed Jonne…” Ville’s face remained the same, causing Bam to worry a bit more. “It didn’t mean anything…I-I was scared.”
“It’s alright…I know why you did it. It was the same reason I did when you were sick… you needed to feel love.” Letting out a breath, Bam cupped Ville’s cheek and looked deep into his eyes.
“I love you so much, Ville…”
“I know you do.”
“Katja, hush,” Jonne whispered, rocking her back and forth. For the past fifteen minutes she had been screaming bloody murder and Jonne was desperately trying to quiet her down so Ville could rest. “Please, tytar…” Going into the kitchen to get a bottle, he heard Ville call out to him.
“Hey, Tink, c’mere a minute…” Jonne stepped into the dark room, kissing Katja’s head. “I wanna talk to you for a minute…how’d the trial go?”
“He…He’s still in jail.” Ville’s eyes went wide.
“They convicted him?” Jonne nodded, leaning up against the wall. “Did you get a restraining order?”
“Yeah…he can’t go near me or Katja…or you, Bam, or the kids.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Jonne. I’m not afraid of him.”
“I know, but-“ Cutting him off, Katja began to scream louder, causing Ville to ask for her. He cradled her in his arms, soothing her quickly. “She never does that for me…”
“It takes time to learn.”
“Not for you and Ella…” Ville laughed.
“Me and Ella are weird. Don’t take pointers from us.” Jonne smiled, lying at the foot of the bed. “I heard you have a new boy toy.” He rolled his eyes.
“Not really…he’s too far away. I mean, I related to him, but…it didn’t click. “Plus, he went back to his old boyfriend who beat the hell out of him all the time…”
“Hmm…where have I heard that before?”
“Oh, shut up…Maybe I should just stop looking, you know?” Ville shook his head.
“There’s someone out there for everybody,” he said quietly. “Look at me and Bam.”
“So, you knew I wasn’t right for you?” Jonne asked, somewhat hurt. Ville bit his lip and took Jonne’s hand. “You can tell me, I-I won’t get mad…”
“When we were together…I thought we were meant for each other, but…time showed that we weren’t.” Jonne looked down, taking a shaky breath.
“What if I told you I think we still are?” Ville felt his stomach drop as he saw Jonne turn away.
“Jonne…there’s someone meant for you…and it’s not me.” Nodding slowly, Jonne took Katja and walked towards the door. “Hey…I’m proud of you.” He cocked his head.
“For what?”
“Getting away from him.”
“Psst…Willa…” Slowly opening one eye, Ville smiled lightly. Ella crawled next to him, laying her head on his chest. “You’re comfy…”
“I am?” he asked. She nodded and snuggled up more on him. “I’ve missed you so much, kulta…”
“I missed you, too…does your back really hurt?” He nodded slightly. “Do you want me to leave?”
“Never, baby…I want you to stay here forever.” Before he knew it, Ville’s eyes became heavy and slowly shut.
“Mom…Daddy, I-I have something to tell you…” Anita and Kari stared at Ville, who was shaking very noticeably, from across the couch. Jesse was also in the room, but sat in a nearby chair. “D-Don’t be mad...”
“It’s alright, son,” Kari assured. “You can tell us.” Ville bit his lip, taking a breath.
“I’m…I’m pregnant…” Anita’s mouth dropped as Kari looked down. “I’m sorry, Mom…”
“How could you go and be so stupid! You’re seventeen years old!” Ville began to cry, looking away. “So, you expect us to take care of it?!”
“N-no,” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do anything…”
“Oh, so you’re keeping it?! What’s wrong with you?! Do you even know who’s it is?!” Crying harder, Ville nodded, causing Kari to get up and sit next to him.
“Shh…it’s okay, poika…”
“It’s not okay, Kari!” Anita shouted.
“If our son is stupid enough to do something like this, then we shouldn’t be comforting him!” Kari’s face turned cold as he held Ville tighter.
“He is not stupid…don’t you ever say that about him again.” Anita gritted her teeth and yanked Ville up by his wrist. “Anita, stop it!”
“If you have this child I can tell you right now we’re not supporting you! You’re gone!” She slapped him across the face, sending an intense burning through Ville’s cheek. Kari shot up, getting in front of him.
“I told you to leave him alone!”
“How can you support him in this?”
“He’s my son…I’ll support him with anything.”
Ville’s eyes shot open, sweat pouring from his forehead. His breathing was shallow, but not leading to an asthma attack. Ella was still sleeping soundly on his chest, Bam lying next to them. The dream continued to haunt him, even though he was now fully awake.
“Shit…”