Coming Together Years Later

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"He does...but things aren't so easy in his head, daddy. He does want to be a teacher, but because he's behind...it's hard to keep caught up and he's failing behind still and feels stupid...So maybe a break would help..." James whispered and Harry eased back in the chair. "I'll think about it. You need to talk to Victor, but I am finding a blade, James." Harry said. "Yes, daddy." He whispered.

It took a couple days before the shirt came that James ordered for Valerie. One that would help James tell Victor he was expecting, even if a part of him wasn't ready to have another baby. He never said he DIDN'T want a baby. He just said he DIDN'T want to die. That didn't mean for one hundred percent he didn't want a baby, he just knew for one hundred percent, he didn't want to die.
James dressed Valerie in the shirt and some leggings before easing the blanket over her who laid now half asleep in the crib. She yawned slowly going to sleep for her nap before James eased to sit on the bed, he listen to Victor finish his shower. They really haven't talked since their fight. Victor might not of been asleep on the couch, but he was still upset and James, and wasn't sure what the next steps were, especially when they were on different wave links. Victor stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed his clothes, and stood getting dressed. "I don't really care what your dad thinks, I have to do something else. I can't just sit here and go crazy." Victor finally said and after a pause. "You just don't want to be here is all." James whispered, easier to sit back fully on the bed. "We obviously have different goals in mind." Victor said, pulling his shirt over his shoulder. "I never said I didn't want another kid." James said. "you just shut me up at every conversation about it, what the hell kind of vibe does that give off? There's other options, you know that." Victor said, grabbing his shoes and dropping down to the floor to put them on. "where...are you going?" He whispered. "I have a job interview. I don't care what he says, I can't do this anymore. So maybe if I stay busier, we won't fight and you'll get what you wanted. One kid, so deal." Victor said and James sat up. "he won't let you...and I don't want you to leave..." James whispered. "I didn't ask. I still have control over what the hell I do with my life. I can't make you have a kid, and I'm done fighting over it, but I can't do this anymore. So deal with it." Victor said, but little Valerie started to fuss, woken up by their conversation. "Victor, please don't leave." James half cried. "I'm coming back." Victor said, easing back to his feet. "Victor, please...I'm sorry." James cried and Victor shoved his hands into his pockets. "Even so...I don't want to fight with you, I need more to do, James." Victor said, before turning to the crib. "I thought we limited David to-" Victor started until he heard to sobbing. "James, stop." Victor said. "I don't want you to leave..." James whispered and after a pause. "What the hell do you want form me then? You don't want another kid, so I found a way to make that happened. Yes, it involves me working, because I can't do this! I can't just sit around all day! It leaves me to think of the shit I can't have, so what the hell CAN I do?" Victor half spat and James just started to cry.

Victor just stood there, making a bottle. "Stop crying." Victor said picking Valerie up, blanket and all, and walked out the bedroom.

After the bottle, Valerie, laid sucking the pacifier in Victor's arms, who looked down at her. "Victor." Victor heard Harry said. "I don't want to talk." Victor whispered, but Harry came over anyway. "I thought-" Harry started. "I just hadn't been talking to him, okay? My thoughts are the same and so are his. So I'm fucked! Leave. Me. Alone." Victor said and Harry let out a sigh. "She should be changed, Victor." Harry said. "She doesn't need to be changed, she just-" Victor said. "Change your daughter, Victor, then talk to James." Harry said and Harry let out a sigh.

Victor took Valerie back to the bedroom and eased her down in the crib, before grabbing the diaper bag. "Stop crying, James." Victor said, grabbing the diaper and the rest of the things he needed, before he eased down the baby blanket. Victor raised an eyebrow. The shirt read big sister Valerie Jasmine white on it. She just looked up at Victor all wide eyed, before he picked her back up.
He eased Valerie down on the bed beside James on the bed. James found himself being pulled back against Victor, getting locked into. "Stop...crying, James." Victor said softly. "I...never said...I didn't want another kid...I just...I didn't want to die, because of it Victor." James said softly easing into his back. "I didn't want that either, I just wanted to be able to talk to you, James. You wouldn't even talk to me." Victor said and after a pause. "...I guess...I never thought about how...it might be...so strongly...about it. It scares me...it really does." James said. "James, I love you...I do...and I will take care of you, and our family." Victor said and James looked at Victor. "I love you too, Victor...And I'm sorry...I'm scared...And I don't think that's going to go away, Victor...I nearly died last time, and even if we had talked about it, it wasn't suppose to happened right now. The potion was suppose to last a year." James said.