Nine Months chp. 2
Title: Nine Months
Author: danisgirl_cof
Summary: Ville wants a baby
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone mentioned. This is just my imagination, so please don't sue.
A/N: I told you this wasn't a one-shot, lol.
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The First Month:
Ville sat on the window seat, staring off at nothing in particular. He was supposed to be working on a song for his band, but he thought it could wait. It wasn’t like they were popular by any means yet, and it wasn’t like there was a high demand for their music. So, he instead decided to get distracted by the scene below him of children playing a simple game of tag. He was more worried for them than anything, since the kids were running out into the middle of the street to play their game.
He blinked away and looked down at his notepad, noticing how little he had written. He hadn’t been able to really focus for the past couple of weeks, his mind on more important, personal matters. He and Bam had been at it for the past couple of weeks, trying to get pregnant. Ville wasn’t even sure that what he and Bam were doing was enough. There was a chance that one of them didn’t have enough potency to procreate. The very thought of that was enough to make Ville want to cry, but he always quickly brushed the subject to the side. There were other ways of having children if he couldn’t make one the natural way.
He looked back out the window, smiling when he saw his lover standing on the sidewalk across the street, simply staring back up at him. Ville smiled lovingly and waved down to his blue-eyed beauty. Bam smiled and waved back up at him, then ran across the street between the racing children and into their building. Ville jumped up from the window seat and ran across their apartment to the front door. He listened until he could hear the sound of Bam dragging his heels across the carpeted hallway up to their door preceding a few loud knocks. Ville grinned.
“Who is it?” he asked in a teasing manner.
“Special delivery. It’s the man of your dreams,” Bam replied on the other side of the door. Ville giggled and opened the door, greeted by the same grin of his lover. He wrapped his arms around Bam and hugged him tight, taking in a deep breath to fill his nostrils with the mixed scent of Bam’s favorite Axe cologne and his workplace. It was a scent that Ville had grown to love greeting every afternoon when Bam would get back from his nine-to-five job.
“How has your day been, babe?” Bam asked after taking a step back from the embrace.
Ville shrugged in reply. “Boring. I couldn’t think of a thing to write for my band, even when I was concentrating on it. And, apparently, there’s nothing on television worth watching anymore. I got stuck watching Jessica tell Chad for the third time that she wasn’t in love with him on the local soap opera channel,” he informed.
“Aw, poor Willa,” Bam said in false pity. “Can’t stand being away from me for even eight hours of the day…”
Ville shot him a glare. “Don’t flatter yourself. By the way, dinner’s on the stove if you want any,” he said, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen. Bam looked in that direction, sniffing at the air to guess what had been made.
“Made it a little early tonight, didn’t you babe?” He asked as he made his way towards the food.
“I guess so, but I’ve been extremely hungry all day today. It seems like nothing is satisfying my craving for food,” Ville answered, following his lover into the kitchen.
“I guess it’s catching up with you, since you’re so skinny,” Bam teased, turning around and poking Ville in the stomach lightly. Ville swatted at Bam’s hand.
“I’m not skinny,” he pouted, “I’m toned.”
Bam let out a laugh, then turned to the stove, seeing a vegetarian stir-fry sitting in a pan, ready for him. He turned and gave Ville a strange look. Ville rolled his eyes at Bam’s reaction to the food.
“Don’t worry, I made some chicken for you to put in it. I just stuck in in the fridge so it wouldn’t go bad while it waited for you,” he explained. Bam turned to the fridge and opened the door, pulling out the chicken that Ville had prepared on the side just for Bam. He knew Bam wasn’t one for just vegetables, so he would always make something a little special for him.
Bam loaded up his plate and turned from the stove. Ville stuck his cheek out, waiting for Bam’s gratitude for the meal he cooked him. Bam simply walked past him and sat down at their little table and started shoveling the food into his mouth. Ville put his hands on his hips and glared at Bam. After a moment, Bam looked up at Ville.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked cautiously.
“You know, it would be nice for you to give me a little thanks for the things I do around here every once in a while,” he huffed. Bam blinked.
“Yeah, and you can thank me for working everyday,” he said with a chuckle and turned back to his food.
“I’m serious, Bam. You never pay attention to the things I do for you around here. It’s like you don’t even care,” Ville pointed out.
Bam gave Ville a strange look. “What is your problem today?” he asked. “Is it not thanks enough that I come home to you every day? That I give you everything you want at night?”
Ville’s eyes narrowed into a livid glare. A deep growl escaped from the back of his throat. “That’s not what I meant,” he said between clenched teeth. “How about a ‘thank you’ every once in a while, you asshole!” he shouted before stomping back into the living room. He threw himself onto the sofa, taking in deep, heavy breaths, trying to calm himself. How fucking dare Bam even try to make the situation better by saying something so, so…childish! Really, Ville could care less about the sex. Just a simple, verbal recognition of all he does for the boy would suffice. He was starting to wonder why he even bothered in the first place.
His green eyes scanned the living room. Everything was in a nice, tidy order: the DVDs in their proper cases, the CDs in alphabetical order on the rack above the stereo system. Why couldn’t Bam see how convenient he had made things for him?
Of course, if it weren’t for Bam, Ville wouldn’t have anything to organize during the day. Hell, he would probably still be at home, arguing with his mother as to why he wasn’t out dating and seeing the world. Ville rolled his eyes at his mother’s persistence, remembering how she had pushed him to broaden his horizons and move to the states, make new friends, and possibly get a lover.
Ville grinned slightly at how accepting his mother was of his lifestyle. When he had told her, she simply smiled and held his hand, saying that she was proud of him no matter what choices he made in his life. It had really lifted a weight off of his chest. He had expected his mother to fall over and die of a heart attack when he came out to her. He should talk to her. He reached into his tight pants pocket and pulled out the bulky cell phone. It wasn’t a spectacular phone, but it was all Bam could afford. Ville blinked at his thought before opening his phone and searching through his contacts until he found who he was searching for.
The phone only rang a couple of times before the receiver clicked on and a warm, familiar voice rang through the line.
“Ja,” his mother said.
“Momma,” he said with a large grin, though he knew she couldn’t see it.
“Ville!” Her voice exclaimed excitedly into the phone. Ville had to pull the phone away from his ear slightly from his mother’s high pitch voice. “Oh, Ville baby!” she said, her voice shaky from happiness, “Why has it taken you so long to call?”
Ville shrugged. He wasn’t sure why he kept doing things that his mother couldn’t see. “I don’t know, momma. But I’m calling now,” he answered.
“True,” his mother agreed, pausing a moment to chuckle. “So what’s going on over there? You have to tell me everything that’s happened.”
Ville ran a hand through his hair, and started telling her about everything that had happened in the last couple of months. About how he wanted to have a baby with Bam, and about how childish he was acting because of it. His mother stayed quiet on the other end of the line, listening carefully to everything he said. Ville loved how good of a listener his mother was when it came to important things. It made him think of high school, when he had to explain why he was beating up the bullies. He had to explain that they had made fun of him first, and that he was only defending himself.
“Kulta,” his mother spoke in a light voice. Ville could practically feel his mother’s hand rubbing his shoulder lightly. Ville missed that contact so much it almost hurt. He blinked back a tear that was trying to push it’s way to the front of his eye. “It just sounds like how any typical man would handle a situation like that. He’s just scared of what would happen if those responsibilities were suddenly pushed on him. He’s covering up his fears by masking it with sarcasm. Your father was the same way. Don’t think too hard about it, because it’ll just make the two of you more and more stressed out about it.”
“Poppa got scared too?” he asked.
“Sure, but we got through it. Then you came along, and I had never seen your father so happy in all my life. At least, not until Jesse came along,” she said with a small giggle.
That was all Ville needed to hear. He smiled again. “Thanks, momma,” he said. “I have to go now,” he stated. His mother let out a groan of dissatisfaction. “I’ll call you again soon,” he promised.
“You better,” she said in a playful tone.
They exchanged their goodbyes, then Ville closed the phone, shoving it back in his pocket. He stood from the couch and made his way back into the kitchen, finding Bam at the stove for seconds, or maybe thirds, Ville wasn’t really sure which. He wrapped his arms around Bam’s waist, nuzzling his cheek on his lover’s.
“I’m sorry, kulta,” he said in a sweet tone. “I was just thinking about myself. Will you forgive me?”
Bam reached up, running his fingers though Ville’s long, loose curls. He gripped the dark tresses tightly, pulling Ville’s lips down to his. He pressed a hard kiss there, pulling back slightly.
“Of course,” he replied before claiming another kiss. Ville smiled against Bam’s lips, loving how quickly he was to forgive. He knew he shouldn’t keep putting himself in situations where he needed to be forgiven, but it was still nice that Bam was always willing to give him another chance. It was just a sign that the boy really loved him.
Bam pulled away from the kiss, giving him a light pat on the ass before heading back to the table with his loaded plate.
“Damn good food, babe,” he commended. Ville smiled.
“Thanks. I got it out of a bag,” he grinned. Bam let out a laugh, then it was awkwardly quiet for several minutes. Bam finally looked up at Ville.
“You know, you have been awfully moody lately,” he pointed out.
Ville looked to the floor and sighed. “Yeah, sorry,” he apologized sincerely. “My mood has been up and down lately. There’s no predicting it,” he informed.
“Could be pregnant,” Bam said nonchalantly as he scooped another forkful of food into his mouth.
Ville’s breath hitched in his throat at the statement. “W-What?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Bam said absent-mindedly. “You know how pregnant people get all snappy one second, then weepy the next. Whacked-out hormones and the like.”
“W-What?” Ville repeated the question. Bam looked up at him curiously.
“Well, first you yell at me for overreacting, then you flip out about it. Go figure,” he commented with a shake of his head. “Just go get a test tomorrow, babe.”
“Yeah,” Ville said in a low voice, then blinked out of his trance. “Hey, I’m going to go to bed. I’m really tired. Join me when you want to,” he said. He made his way down the hall to the bedroom, where he crawled in without even removing his clothes. He closed his eyes, though he wasn’t really tired at all. He just wanted time to think about what Bam had said. He never thought that conceiving could happen so quickly. Then again, his hormones could just be out of balance for some other reason right now. There are many reasons for it, like stress. He just needed to go down to the drug store in the morning and pick up a pregnancy test.
Ville stood in line at the local pharmacy, bouncing on his heels impatiently as he watched an elderly woman a few people ahead of him slowly count out her change. How could it be so difficult to count out change? He just wanted to buy this test and get home so he could get the results as soon as possible.
The line finally started to move, and Ville bought his pregnancy test, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from the cashier. He grabbed his bag and raced home, walking not but a couple of blocks when he made it to his apartment building. He ran inside, pushing the plastic button on the wall that pointed up. He fidgeted as he waited for the elevator, knowing whomever designed the contraption made it travel slow on purpose. Finally, the metal doors opened and Ville practically flung himself into it, pressing the button to his floor several times until the doors finally closed. He ignored the boring music that played in the background, just wanting to get back to his apartment.
He finally reached his floor and ran down the hall, shoving his hand in his pocket, finding his key and pushing it into the deadbolt lock and unlocking the door. He raced into the apartment he shared with Bam, heading straight for the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, pulling the slim box out of the plastic bag and reading the directions. His excitement faded as his eyes scanned the words on the back.
“I have to do what now?” he asked aloud. He reread the directions, sighing as he discovered what he had to do with the test. He tore the top of the box open, pulling out one of the pencil-thin tests, tearing the top off of it to find a cloth on the tip. Blowing out another defeated breath, he reached for the button on his pants.
Ville paced the bathroom for what seemed like ten years, each time he glanced at his clock, it kept reading the same time. This was the longest four minutes in his life. The anticipation was about to kill Ville. His excitement mixed with his impatience was about to make him jump out of his skin.
Ville glanced down at his watch, seeing that four minutes had finally passed. He raced up to the counter top where he had left the test, looking at the result. One bar had appeared on the display. Ville snatched up the box, staring at what that had meant. The directions read: “When you see two bars, that means your sample tested positive for pregnancy. If you only have one bar, that means it’s negative.”
Ville cast his gaze back at the test, his heart sinking as one bar stared back up at him. He wasn’t pregnant. His hormones were probably off for some other reason. A tear slipped from the corner of Ville’s eye. He had never felt so disappointed before.
Sniffing, he tossed the test into the trash and walked out of the bathroom.
Author: danisgirl_cof
Summary: Ville wants a baby
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone mentioned. This is just my imagination, so please don't sue.
A/N: I told you this wasn't a one-shot, lol.
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The First Month:
Ville sat on the window seat, staring off at nothing in particular. He was supposed to be working on a song for his band, but he thought it could wait. It wasn’t like they were popular by any means yet, and it wasn’t like there was a high demand for their music. So, he instead decided to get distracted by the scene below him of children playing a simple game of tag. He was more worried for them than anything, since the kids were running out into the middle of the street to play their game.
He blinked away and looked down at his notepad, noticing how little he had written. He hadn’t been able to really focus for the past couple of weeks, his mind on more important, personal matters. He and Bam had been at it for the past couple of weeks, trying to get pregnant. Ville wasn’t even sure that what he and Bam were doing was enough. There was a chance that one of them didn’t have enough potency to procreate. The very thought of that was enough to make Ville want to cry, but he always quickly brushed the subject to the side. There were other ways of having children if he couldn’t make one the natural way.
He looked back out the window, smiling when he saw his lover standing on the sidewalk across the street, simply staring back up at him. Ville smiled lovingly and waved down to his blue-eyed beauty. Bam smiled and waved back up at him, then ran across the street between the racing children and into their building. Ville jumped up from the window seat and ran across their apartment to the front door. He listened until he could hear the sound of Bam dragging his heels across the carpeted hallway up to their door preceding a few loud knocks. Ville grinned.
“Who is it?” he asked in a teasing manner.
“Special delivery. It’s the man of your dreams,” Bam replied on the other side of the door. Ville giggled and opened the door, greeted by the same grin of his lover. He wrapped his arms around Bam and hugged him tight, taking in a deep breath to fill his nostrils with the mixed scent of Bam’s favorite Axe cologne and his workplace. It was a scent that Ville had grown to love greeting every afternoon when Bam would get back from his nine-to-five job.
“How has your day been, babe?” Bam asked after taking a step back from the embrace.
Ville shrugged in reply. “Boring. I couldn’t think of a thing to write for my band, even when I was concentrating on it. And, apparently, there’s nothing on television worth watching anymore. I got stuck watching Jessica tell Chad for the third time that she wasn’t in love with him on the local soap opera channel,” he informed.
“Aw, poor Willa,” Bam said in false pity. “Can’t stand being away from me for even eight hours of the day…”
Ville shot him a glare. “Don’t flatter yourself. By the way, dinner’s on the stove if you want any,” he said, pointing in the general direction of the kitchen. Bam looked in that direction, sniffing at the air to guess what had been made.
“Made it a little early tonight, didn’t you babe?” He asked as he made his way towards the food.
“I guess so, but I’ve been extremely hungry all day today. It seems like nothing is satisfying my craving for food,” Ville answered, following his lover into the kitchen.
“I guess it’s catching up with you, since you’re so skinny,” Bam teased, turning around and poking Ville in the stomach lightly. Ville swatted at Bam’s hand.
“I’m not skinny,” he pouted, “I’m toned.”
Bam let out a laugh, then turned to the stove, seeing a vegetarian stir-fry sitting in a pan, ready for him. He turned and gave Ville a strange look. Ville rolled his eyes at Bam’s reaction to the food.
“Don’t worry, I made some chicken for you to put in it. I just stuck in in the fridge so it wouldn’t go bad while it waited for you,” he explained. Bam turned to the fridge and opened the door, pulling out the chicken that Ville had prepared on the side just for Bam. He knew Bam wasn’t one for just vegetables, so he would always make something a little special for him.
Bam loaded up his plate and turned from the stove. Ville stuck his cheek out, waiting for Bam’s gratitude for the meal he cooked him. Bam simply walked past him and sat down at their little table and started shoveling the food into his mouth. Ville put his hands on his hips and glared at Bam. After a moment, Bam looked up at Ville.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked cautiously.
“You know, it would be nice for you to give me a little thanks for the things I do around here every once in a while,” he huffed. Bam blinked.
“Yeah, and you can thank me for working everyday,” he said with a chuckle and turned back to his food.
“I’m serious, Bam. You never pay attention to the things I do for you around here. It’s like you don’t even care,” Ville pointed out.
Bam gave Ville a strange look. “What is your problem today?” he asked. “Is it not thanks enough that I come home to you every day? That I give you everything you want at night?”
Ville’s eyes narrowed into a livid glare. A deep growl escaped from the back of his throat. “That’s not what I meant,” he said between clenched teeth. “How about a ‘thank you’ every once in a while, you asshole!” he shouted before stomping back into the living room. He threw himself onto the sofa, taking in deep, heavy breaths, trying to calm himself. How fucking dare Bam even try to make the situation better by saying something so, so…childish! Really, Ville could care less about the sex. Just a simple, verbal recognition of all he does for the boy would suffice. He was starting to wonder why he even bothered in the first place.
His green eyes scanned the living room. Everything was in a nice, tidy order: the DVDs in their proper cases, the CDs in alphabetical order on the rack above the stereo system. Why couldn’t Bam see how convenient he had made things for him?
Of course, if it weren’t for Bam, Ville wouldn’t have anything to organize during the day. Hell, he would probably still be at home, arguing with his mother as to why he wasn’t out dating and seeing the world. Ville rolled his eyes at his mother’s persistence, remembering how she had pushed him to broaden his horizons and move to the states, make new friends, and possibly get a lover.
Ville grinned slightly at how accepting his mother was of his lifestyle. When he had told her, she simply smiled and held his hand, saying that she was proud of him no matter what choices he made in his life. It had really lifted a weight off of his chest. He had expected his mother to fall over and die of a heart attack when he came out to her. He should talk to her. He reached into his tight pants pocket and pulled out the bulky cell phone. It wasn’t a spectacular phone, but it was all Bam could afford. Ville blinked at his thought before opening his phone and searching through his contacts until he found who he was searching for.
The phone only rang a couple of times before the receiver clicked on and a warm, familiar voice rang through the line.
“Ja,” his mother said.
“Momma,” he said with a large grin, though he knew she couldn’t see it.
“Ville!” Her voice exclaimed excitedly into the phone. Ville had to pull the phone away from his ear slightly from his mother’s high pitch voice. “Oh, Ville baby!” she said, her voice shaky from happiness, “Why has it taken you so long to call?”
Ville shrugged. He wasn’t sure why he kept doing things that his mother couldn’t see. “I don’t know, momma. But I’m calling now,” he answered.
“True,” his mother agreed, pausing a moment to chuckle. “So what’s going on over there? You have to tell me everything that’s happened.”
Ville ran a hand through his hair, and started telling her about everything that had happened in the last couple of months. About how he wanted to have a baby with Bam, and about how childish he was acting because of it. His mother stayed quiet on the other end of the line, listening carefully to everything he said. Ville loved how good of a listener his mother was when it came to important things. It made him think of high school, when he had to explain why he was beating up the bullies. He had to explain that they had made fun of him first, and that he was only defending himself.
“Kulta,” his mother spoke in a light voice. Ville could practically feel his mother’s hand rubbing his shoulder lightly. Ville missed that contact so much it almost hurt. He blinked back a tear that was trying to push it’s way to the front of his eye. “It just sounds like how any typical man would handle a situation like that. He’s just scared of what would happen if those responsibilities were suddenly pushed on him. He’s covering up his fears by masking it with sarcasm. Your father was the same way. Don’t think too hard about it, because it’ll just make the two of you more and more stressed out about it.”
“Poppa got scared too?” he asked.
“Sure, but we got through it. Then you came along, and I had never seen your father so happy in all my life. At least, not until Jesse came along,” she said with a small giggle.
That was all Ville needed to hear. He smiled again. “Thanks, momma,” he said. “I have to go now,” he stated. His mother let out a groan of dissatisfaction. “I’ll call you again soon,” he promised.
“You better,” she said in a playful tone.
They exchanged their goodbyes, then Ville closed the phone, shoving it back in his pocket. He stood from the couch and made his way back into the kitchen, finding Bam at the stove for seconds, or maybe thirds, Ville wasn’t really sure which. He wrapped his arms around Bam’s waist, nuzzling his cheek on his lover’s.
“I’m sorry, kulta,” he said in a sweet tone. “I was just thinking about myself. Will you forgive me?”
Bam reached up, running his fingers though Ville’s long, loose curls. He gripped the dark tresses tightly, pulling Ville’s lips down to his. He pressed a hard kiss there, pulling back slightly.
“Of course,” he replied before claiming another kiss. Ville smiled against Bam’s lips, loving how quickly he was to forgive. He knew he shouldn’t keep putting himself in situations where he needed to be forgiven, but it was still nice that Bam was always willing to give him another chance. It was just a sign that the boy really loved him.
Bam pulled away from the kiss, giving him a light pat on the ass before heading back to the table with his loaded plate.
“Damn good food, babe,” he commended. Ville smiled.
“Thanks. I got it out of a bag,” he grinned. Bam let out a laugh, then it was awkwardly quiet for several minutes. Bam finally looked up at Ville.
“You know, you have been awfully moody lately,” he pointed out.
Ville looked to the floor and sighed. “Yeah, sorry,” he apologized sincerely. “My mood has been up and down lately. There’s no predicting it,” he informed.
“Could be pregnant,” Bam said nonchalantly as he scooped another forkful of food into his mouth.
Ville’s breath hitched in his throat at the statement. “W-What?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Bam said absent-mindedly. “You know how pregnant people get all snappy one second, then weepy the next. Whacked-out hormones and the like.”
“W-What?” Ville repeated the question. Bam looked up at him curiously.
“Well, first you yell at me for overreacting, then you flip out about it. Go figure,” he commented with a shake of his head. “Just go get a test tomorrow, babe.”
“Yeah,” Ville said in a low voice, then blinked out of his trance. “Hey, I’m going to go to bed. I’m really tired. Join me when you want to,” he said. He made his way down the hall to the bedroom, where he crawled in without even removing his clothes. He closed his eyes, though he wasn’t really tired at all. He just wanted time to think about what Bam had said. He never thought that conceiving could happen so quickly. Then again, his hormones could just be out of balance for some other reason right now. There are many reasons for it, like stress. He just needed to go down to the drug store in the morning and pick up a pregnancy test.
Ville stood in line at the local pharmacy, bouncing on his heels impatiently as he watched an elderly woman a few people ahead of him slowly count out her change. How could it be so difficult to count out change? He just wanted to buy this test and get home so he could get the results as soon as possible.
The line finally started to move, and Ville bought his pregnancy test, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from the cashier. He grabbed his bag and raced home, walking not but a couple of blocks when he made it to his apartment building. He ran inside, pushing the plastic button on the wall that pointed up. He fidgeted as he waited for the elevator, knowing whomever designed the contraption made it travel slow on purpose. Finally, the metal doors opened and Ville practically flung himself into it, pressing the button to his floor several times until the doors finally closed. He ignored the boring music that played in the background, just wanting to get back to his apartment.
He finally reached his floor and ran down the hall, shoving his hand in his pocket, finding his key and pushing it into the deadbolt lock and unlocking the door. He raced into the apartment he shared with Bam, heading straight for the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, pulling the slim box out of the plastic bag and reading the directions. His excitement faded as his eyes scanned the words on the back.
“I have to do what now?” he asked aloud. He reread the directions, sighing as he discovered what he had to do with the test. He tore the top of the box open, pulling out one of the pencil-thin tests, tearing the top off of it to find a cloth on the tip. Blowing out another defeated breath, he reached for the button on his pants.
Ville paced the bathroom for what seemed like ten years, each time he glanced at his clock, it kept reading the same time. This was the longest four minutes in his life. The anticipation was about to kill Ville. His excitement mixed with his impatience was about to make him jump out of his skin.
Ville glanced down at his watch, seeing that four minutes had finally passed. He raced up to the counter top where he had left the test, looking at the result. One bar had appeared on the display. Ville snatched up the box, staring at what that had meant. The directions read: “When you see two bars, that means your sample tested positive for pregnancy. If you only have one bar, that means it’s negative.”
Ville cast his gaze back at the test, his heart sinking as one bar stared back up at him. He wasn’t pregnant. His hormones were probably off for some other reason. A tear slipped from the corner of Ville’s eye. He had never felt so disappointed before.
Sniffing, he tossed the test into the trash and walked out of the bathroom.