Nine Months Chapter 3
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: Hahaha, Sorry Ville, but you're knocked up again!
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 2
The Second Month:
Ville grumbled into his pillow when he heard the alarm go off. Honestly, it was ridiculous how early he was being forced to wake up on a Saturday morning. He slowly opened one eye, focusing his blurry gaze on the red numbers that glared back at him. They read: 7:45am. Once again, Ville grumbled, reaching over and hitting the clock a few times before the incessant blaring was finally silenced.
He rolled over and wrapped his arm around his lover, snuggling close for warmth. He could feel Bam’s arm wrap around his slender waist and rub in small circles. Ville loved the contact, and released a contented sigh, starting to doze off again.
“Wake up,” Bam demanded, shaking Ville out of his newly achieved slumber. Ville growled lightly into his lover’s chest, trying his best to ignore him. “I said wake up,” Bam said again, not intimidated by the empty threat.
Ville opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear is vision, his eyelids still heavy with sleep.
“God, Bam,” Ville whined, “Can’t we set this for another day?”
“Nope,” Bam said, pulling himself out of bed. “I have to work during the week, and the office is closed on Sundays. So, wake up before I drag you out of bed,” he threatened.
Ville groaned, but sat up. He knew that Bam wasn’t joking when he said he’d drag him out. He had done it before, despite Ville’s many shouts of profanity and declarations of hatred towards him.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly.
And there it was. That feeling he had been getting for the past month or so. Every morning he would wake up with a terrible nausea, followed by the most epic vomit sessions Ville had ever experienced. There was never any reason for it. At first, he and Bam had thought that it was something that he had eaten the night before, but when it kept happening after the first couple of weeks, they decided it was best to go to the doctor’s and figure out what was really going on.
Ville jumped out of bed, racing to the bathroom before Bam could occupy it. He knelt by the toilet, spilling his guts for the seventh time this week alone. He could feel Bam’s warm hands against his cheeks as he pulled his hair out of his face. He had been so sweet and helpful since the episodes began. He’d wait on Ville hand and foot just to make him feel better, and Ville was thankful for it. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do without that boy.
When he had finished, Ville reached up and flushed, wiping at his mouth with a wet rag that had been handed to him. He sat back, sighing heavily.
“You okay, babe?” Bam finally asked.
Ville nodded in affirmation. “Yeah, I think I’m okay now.”
The two men sat in a small room, Ville on the paper-covered table, Bam in a chair, waiting as the doctor got back to them as to why Ville had been so sick. It was awkwardly quiet as they sat.
Finally, the doctor poked his head into the room.
“Ville?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ville replied.
The doctor walked in, closing the door behind him. He flipped through a chart that was in his hands. Ville guessed that he was looking at the results of the tests that he had taken.
“Well,” the doctor finally spoke up, pushing his bifocals up the bridge of his nose. “It says here that the reason you’ve been sick this past month is because you’re pregnant.”
Ville’s heart jumped into his throat at what he had just heard. He turned his excited gaze to Bam, who was staring at the doctor, wide eyed.
“Congratulations,” the doctor mumbled before walking out.
Ville clapped excitedly, jumping down from the table and grabbing Bam by the arm.
“Did you hear that? We’re going to have a baby!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, I heard,” Bam stated, remaining in his seat.
Ville’s excitement quickly faded when he realized Bam wasn’t happy about the situation. He dropped his lover’s arm, his expression turning from joy to disappointment. He stared at those blue sapphires for a long time, which didn’t return the gaze for God only knows what reason.
“Bam,” Ville said, his voice low and dark. Bam finally looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
Bam shook his head, looking back down. “I just didn’t know that it would happen this soon,” he admitted.
“What do you mean?” Ville asked.
“Well, I thought that maybe it would take a while, so maybe I could save up some money and everything. I just don’t think I’m ready for it,” Bam stated.
Ville sighed, then tugged on Bam’s arm, a silent demand for him to follow. They both walked out of the room and to the receptionist’s desk. The blonde woman behind the counter forced a smile before turning back to her computer, tapping away at it for a moment, then handing Ville a sheet of paper. Ville scanned it, then looked up at the woman.
“What’s this for?” he asked.
“It’s a list of prenatal vitamin supplements the doctor recommends for you,” she said mindlessly as she continued typing on the computer in front of her.
“Okay,” Ville mumbled, turning towards the front door.
“Oh, by the way,” the woman called after him. Ville turned back and found another sheet of paper in her hands. He grabbed it and looked at it. “It’s your bill,” she said with a tight smile.
Ville’s heart practically jumped out of his chest when he saw the numbers at the bottom of the page.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he exclaimed, forgetting where he was for a moment. “Is that the price or the phone number!?”
The woman gave him an apathetic shrug before turning back to her work.
Ville didn’t know if he wanted to jump over the counter and attack that woman for being so uncaring, or to collapse in a chair and cry over the bill. Neither choice was going to solve his dilemma, so he simply stormed out of the doctor’s office and marched to the car, throwing himself in it and waiting for Bam. When Bam did get there, he looked at Ville with concern, reaching out and rubbing his shoulder lovingly. Ville wished the touch was enough to calm him, but unfortunately, all he wanted to do was scream. Now he knew why Bam wanted to save up some money before they had a baby.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Bam assured as they pulled out of the parking lot, “we’ll find a way to get through this.”
Ville nodded, glaring out of his window, looking at nothing in particular as the scenery whizzed by.
Ville sat in the living room, staring at the newspaper, scanning through the classifieds. His eyes were beginning to strain after reading through the vague descriptions of each available job for about the millionth time in the past hour alone. He knew the people were trying to be basic with what was available, since the paper charged by the word, but seriously! ‘Secretary wanted. Needs to know how to type and answer phone’ was a bit ridiculous. He shoved his hand into the bag of corn chips that sat next to him, shoveling the junk food into his mouth before turning his attention back to the paper.
Bam walked into the room, sitting next to Ville on the sofa. He reached over and slowly grabbed the paper from Ville’s hands, putting it to the side.
“Put that away for a bit. You don’t need to find a job just yet,” he told him.
Ville knew that Bam was just being nice when he said that, but Ville wasn't stupid. He was the first one to see the bill. He wasn’t even the one that had to pay it, and he almost had a heart attack. He also wasn’t blind when he finally handed Bam the bill and saw his reaction. There was no way that Bam was going to do this all on his own.
“Well, I just want to make a little extra cash on the side for us. I don’t want you to have to pay for everything,” he stated.
Bam wrapped his arms around Ville’s thin waist, nuzzling into the nape of his neck in a loving manner.
“I know, baby. I’m just saying, you don’t have to take all the stress on at once. I can pay for the doctor bill this time. Just relax. You’ve got to take care of our baby, you know.”
His hand trailed from Ville’s waist to his belly, rubbing the area gingerly. Ville couldn’t help but smile at the simple gesture. He placed a hand over Bam’s and leaned over, placing a small kiss on his lips.
“Yeah, I know I do,” he said against Bam’s lips. “But, if we’re going to keep going to the doctor’s, then we need insurance, because we can’t just keep winging it like this. That’s why I want to find a job - so you don’t have yet another thing to pay for every month. It’ll lighten the load on both of us,” he explained.
“Fine, but let it go for tonight. I ordered Chinese for dinner,” Bam said with a smile, standing up and dragging Ville by the arm to the kitchen.
As soon as Ville laid eyes on the little white boxes on the table, and caught a whiff of the smell, his stomach turned over. He put a hand to his abdomen and sighed.
“I don’t think the baby wants it,” he grumbled. “I’ll just have some salad.”
It didn’t take long for Ville to get a call back when he had gone out and put applications in every place he could think of. He had told the manager that had called him first that he would be in the next day for the interview. And sure enough, there he was, standing outside the local department store in the best casual outfit he could find, never wanting a cigarette so badly in his life. Taking in a deep breath, he walked into the store, heading straight for the customer service desk.
A short older woman stood behind the desk, her salt-and-pepper hair had been tied back in what seemed like an attempt at a bun, though a lot of hair was falling out of it, and it was being held up with nothing but a pencil. She was jabbering away on the phone, asking things like, “Well, what did he say?” and, “Then what happened?” Honestly, that was extremely unprofessional of her. Then again, Ville didn’t think you needed much profession in anything to work in a place like this.
After a few minutes of waiting, Ville cleared his throat, becoming more and more impatient with the woman behind the customer service desk. She looked up at him as if she just realized he was there.
“Oh, sorry, I have to go,” she spoke into the phone before hanging it up. She turned back to Ville and smiled a crooked smile, her bright red lipstick really bringing out the yellow on her teeth. Ville inwardly shuddered at the sight, but smiled back.
“Hi, I’m here because your manager had called me about an available part-time position,” he explained.
“Okay,” the scraggly woman replied, turning back to the phone, “let me just see if I can get him up here for you.” She dialed a few numbers on the phone, waited a few seconds, then started talking, glancing at Ville every time she mentioned him. Finally, she hung the phone up and turned back to him.
“He’s on his way down,” she explained.
“Thank you,” Ville mumbled before sitting down on one of the benches available. After only a few minutes of waiting, a man in a white collared shirt approached him. His black tie was on crooked, and his hair was a mess. Ville decided not to comment on it. He reached out and took the man’s hand, shaking it firmly. He was always told to give a firm handshake during an interview.
“My name is Thomas, how may I help you today?” the man stated.
“I’m Ville. I’m here for the interview,” he replied, surprised the idiot woman behind the desk wasn’t even smart enough to tell the manager that he was here for a job, at least.
“Ah yes, Ville. I talked to you on the phone yesterday,” he commented lightly, glancing down at his watch. “Look, I’m pressed for time. Are you able to start tomorrow?”
Ville blinked. No interview? Not even a question of experience with the job?
“Yes,” he admitted. “But, I must warn you, I’m pregnant. I might have to take a few days out of each month for doctor appointments and everything.”
The manager apparently named Thomas waved his hand to dismiss that matter. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure you can get your appointments in. I just need to know if are able to work soon.”
Wow, this man was either in an extreme rush, or he was just not very good at his job. Ville didn’t care which it was, as long as he could get some work and have a paycheck at the end of every week.
“Yeah, I can work,” he replied.
“Good, you start tomorrow,” he stated before walking away. Ville blinked once again, watching the man leave. He wasn’t so sure if getting a job here was such a good idea after all. But, he couldn’t turn back now. He officially had a job for the first time since he moved to the States. Bam was going to be so proud of him.
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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: Hahaha, Sorry Ville, but you're knocked up again!
Previous Chapter:
Chapter 2
The Second Month:
Ville grumbled into his pillow when he heard the alarm go off. Honestly, it was ridiculous how early he was being forced to wake up on a Saturday morning. He slowly opened one eye, focusing his blurry gaze on the red numbers that glared back at him. They read: 7:45am. Once again, Ville grumbled, reaching over and hitting the clock a few times before the incessant blaring was finally silenced.
He rolled over and wrapped his arm around his lover, snuggling close for warmth. He could feel Bam’s arm wrap around his slender waist and rub in small circles. Ville loved the contact, and released a contented sigh, starting to doze off again.
“Wake up,” Bam demanded, shaking Ville out of his newly achieved slumber. Ville growled lightly into his lover’s chest, trying his best to ignore him. “I said wake up,” Bam said again, not intimidated by the empty threat.
Ville opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear is vision, his eyelids still heavy with sleep.
“God, Bam,” Ville whined, “Can’t we set this for another day?”
“Nope,” Bam said, pulling himself out of bed. “I have to work during the week, and the office is closed on Sundays. So, wake up before I drag you out of bed,” he threatened.
Ville groaned, but sat up. He knew that Bam wasn’t joking when he said he’d drag him out. He had done it before, despite Ville’s many shouts of profanity and declarations of hatred towards him.
He rubbed his eyes and stretched, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly.
And there it was. That feeling he had been getting for the past month or so. Every morning he would wake up with a terrible nausea, followed by the most epic vomit sessions Ville had ever experienced. There was never any reason for it. At first, he and Bam had thought that it was something that he had eaten the night before, but when it kept happening after the first couple of weeks, they decided it was best to go to the doctor’s and figure out what was really going on.
Ville jumped out of bed, racing to the bathroom before Bam could occupy it. He knelt by the toilet, spilling his guts for the seventh time this week alone. He could feel Bam’s warm hands against his cheeks as he pulled his hair out of his face. He had been so sweet and helpful since the episodes began. He’d wait on Ville hand and foot just to make him feel better, and Ville was thankful for it. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do without that boy.
When he had finished, Ville reached up and flushed, wiping at his mouth with a wet rag that had been handed to him. He sat back, sighing heavily.
“You okay, babe?” Bam finally asked.
Ville nodded in affirmation. “Yeah, I think I’m okay now.”
The two men sat in a small room, Ville on the paper-covered table, Bam in a chair, waiting as the doctor got back to them as to why Ville had been so sick. It was awkwardly quiet as they sat.
Finally, the doctor poked his head into the room.
“Ville?” he asked.
“Yes,” Ville replied.
The doctor walked in, closing the door behind him. He flipped through a chart that was in his hands. Ville guessed that he was looking at the results of the tests that he had taken.
“Well,” the doctor finally spoke up, pushing his bifocals up the bridge of his nose. “It says here that the reason you’ve been sick this past month is because you’re pregnant.”
Ville’s heart jumped into his throat at what he had just heard. He turned his excited gaze to Bam, who was staring at the doctor, wide eyed.
“Congratulations,” the doctor mumbled before walking out.
Ville clapped excitedly, jumping down from the table and grabbing Bam by the arm.
“Did you hear that? We’re going to have a baby!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, I heard,” Bam stated, remaining in his seat.
Ville’s excitement quickly faded when he realized Bam wasn’t happy about the situation. He dropped his lover’s arm, his expression turning from joy to disappointment. He stared at those blue sapphires for a long time, which didn’t return the gaze for God only knows what reason.
“Bam,” Ville said, his voice low and dark. Bam finally looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”
Bam shook his head, looking back down. “I just didn’t know that it would happen this soon,” he admitted.
“What do you mean?” Ville asked.
“Well, I thought that maybe it would take a while, so maybe I could save up some money and everything. I just don’t think I’m ready for it,” Bam stated.
Ville sighed, then tugged on Bam’s arm, a silent demand for him to follow. They both walked out of the room and to the receptionist’s desk. The blonde woman behind the counter forced a smile before turning back to her computer, tapping away at it for a moment, then handing Ville a sheet of paper. Ville scanned it, then looked up at the woman.
“What’s this for?” he asked.
“It’s a list of prenatal vitamin supplements the doctor recommends for you,” she said mindlessly as she continued typing on the computer in front of her.
“Okay,” Ville mumbled, turning towards the front door.
“Oh, by the way,” the woman called after him. Ville turned back and found another sheet of paper in her hands. He grabbed it and looked at it. “It’s your bill,” she said with a tight smile.
Ville’s heart practically jumped out of his chest when he saw the numbers at the bottom of the page.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he exclaimed, forgetting where he was for a moment. “Is that the price or the phone number!?”
The woman gave him an apathetic shrug before turning back to her work.
Ville didn’t know if he wanted to jump over the counter and attack that woman for being so uncaring, or to collapse in a chair and cry over the bill. Neither choice was going to solve his dilemma, so he simply stormed out of the doctor’s office and marched to the car, throwing himself in it and waiting for Bam. When Bam did get there, he looked at Ville with concern, reaching out and rubbing his shoulder lovingly. Ville wished the touch was enough to calm him, but unfortunately, all he wanted to do was scream. Now he knew why Bam wanted to save up some money before they had a baby.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Bam assured as they pulled out of the parking lot, “we’ll find a way to get through this.”
Ville nodded, glaring out of his window, looking at nothing in particular as the scenery whizzed by.
Ville sat in the living room, staring at the newspaper, scanning through the classifieds. His eyes were beginning to strain after reading through the vague descriptions of each available job for about the millionth time in the past hour alone. He knew the people were trying to be basic with what was available, since the paper charged by the word, but seriously! ‘Secretary wanted. Needs to know how to type and answer phone’ was a bit ridiculous. He shoved his hand into the bag of corn chips that sat next to him, shoveling the junk food into his mouth before turning his attention back to the paper.
Bam walked into the room, sitting next to Ville on the sofa. He reached over and slowly grabbed the paper from Ville’s hands, putting it to the side.
“Put that away for a bit. You don’t need to find a job just yet,” he told him.
Ville knew that Bam was just being nice when he said that, but Ville wasn't stupid. He was the first one to see the bill. He wasn’t even the one that had to pay it, and he almost had a heart attack. He also wasn’t blind when he finally handed Bam the bill and saw his reaction. There was no way that Bam was going to do this all on his own.
“Well, I just want to make a little extra cash on the side for us. I don’t want you to have to pay for everything,” he stated.
Bam wrapped his arms around Ville’s thin waist, nuzzling into the nape of his neck in a loving manner.
“I know, baby. I’m just saying, you don’t have to take all the stress on at once. I can pay for the doctor bill this time. Just relax. You’ve got to take care of our baby, you know.”
His hand trailed from Ville’s waist to his belly, rubbing the area gingerly. Ville couldn’t help but smile at the simple gesture. He placed a hand over Bam’s and leaned over, placing a small kiss on his lips.
“Yeah, I know I do,” he said against Bam’s lips. “But, if we’re going to keep going to the doctor’s, then we need insurance, because we can’t just keep winging it like this. That’s why I want to find a job - so you don’t have yet another thing to pay for every month. It’ll lighten the load on both of us,” he explained.
“Fine, but let it go for tonight. I ordered Chinese for dinner,” Bam said with a smile, standing up and dragging Ville by the arm to the kitchen.
As soon as Ville laid eyes on the little white boxes on the table, and caught a whiff of the smell, his stomach turned over. He put a hand to his abdomen and sighed.
“I don’t think the baby wants it,” he grumbled. “I’ll just have some salad.”
It didn’t take long for Ville to get a call back when he had gone out and put applications in every place he could think of. He had told the manager that had called him first that he would be in the next day for the interview. And sure enough, there he was, standing outside the local department store in the best casual outfit he could find, never wanting a cigarette so badly in his life. Taking in a deep breath, he walked into the store, heading straight for the customer service desk.
A short older woman stood behind the desk, her salt-and-pepper hair had been tied back in what seemed like an attempt at a bun, though a lot of hair was falling out of it, and it was being held up with nothing but a pencil. She was jabbering away on the phone, asking things like, “Well, what did he say?” and, “Then what happened?” Honestly, that was extremely unprofessional of her. Then again, Ville didn’t think you needed much profession in anything to work in a place like this.
After a few minutes of waiting, Ville cleared his throat, becoming more and more impatient with the woman behind the customer service desk. She looked up at him as if she just realized he was there.
“Oh, sorry, I have to go,” she spoke into the phone before hanging it up. She turned back to Ville and smiled a crooked smile, her bright red lipstick really bringing out the yellow on her teeth. Ville inwardly shuddered at the sight, but smiled back.
“Hi, I’m here because your manager had called me about an available part-time position,” he explained.
“Okay,” the scraggly woman replied, turning back to the phone, “let me just see if I can get him up here for you.” She dialed a few numbers on the phone, waited a few seconds, then started talking, glancing at Ville every time she mentioned him. Finally, she hung the phone up and turned back to him.
“He’s on his way down,” she explained.
“Thank you,” Ville mumbled before sitting down on one of the benches available. After only a few minutes of waiting, a man in a white collared shirt approached him. His black tie was on crooked, and his hair was a mess. Ville decided not to comment on it. He reached out and took the man’s hand, shaking it firmly. He was always told to give a firm handshake during an interview.
“My name is Thomas, how may I help you today?” the man stated.
“I’m Ville. I’m here for the interview,” he replied, surprised the idiot woman behind the desk wasn’t even smart enough to tell the manager that he was here for a job, at least.
“Ah yes, Ville. I talked to you on the phone yesterday,” he commented lightly, glancing down at his watch. “Look, I’m pressed for time. Are you able to start tomorrow?”
Ville blinked. No interview? Not even a question of experience with the job?
“Yes,” he admitted. “But, I must warn you, I’m pregnant. I might have to take a few days out of each month for doctor appointments and everything.”
The manager apparently named Thomas waved his hand to dismiss that matter. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure you can get your appointments in. I just need to know if are able to work soon.”
Wow, this man was either in an extreme rush, or he was just not very good at his job. Ville didn’t care which it was, as long as he could get some work and have a paycheck at the end of every week.
“Yeah, I can work,” he replied.
“Good, you start tomorrow,” he stated before walking away. Ville blinked once again, watching the man leave. He wasn’t so sure if getting a job here was such a good idea after all. But, he couldn’t turn back now. He officially had a job for the first time since he moved to the States. Bam was going to be so proud of him.
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