dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Sixty: It Can't Get Any Worse

Chapter Sixty: It Can't Get Any Worse

"So, is 3:30pm ok?" I asked politely, as I twirled the phone cord around my finger. I was sitting, cross legged on the bench at home. I looked at the oven across the room, squinting at it. I wasn't burning the cupcakes was I? No, they'll be fine.

"That's fine, Dr. Jeremiah will be available then." The perky voice of the receptionist replied. I let out a tiny smile, the heel of my foot lightly bumping the bench, as I swun my leg.

"Then I guess I'll be in tomorrow." I pushed myself off the bench, landing with a soft thud. Vic walked around the corner from the living room. He noticed me and opened his mouth to say something, before I lifted my hand, making him pause.

"Great, you have a nice day." The girl chirped.

"You too." I spoked, before hanging up, by placing the phone back on the hook. I then turned to Vic.

"Now you can speak." I said with a smile, before walking over to the oven glancing in.

"Who was that on the phone?" He questioned, coming behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He had taken to being more affectionate, like touchy feely wise. It's nice, but I feel like he's doing it because he assumes I'm gonna fall apart unless he actually physically keeps me together. I slowly turned in the circle of his arms, looking up into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. I gave him an excited smile, as I pushed some of his dark hair from his eyes.

"Well, I booked in for my first ultrasound, tomorrow." I announced, giving him a gleeful look. His eyes brightened for a second, before his face fell.

"What time?" He spoke flatly, and I could tell something was up. I narrowed my eyes at him slightly.

"3:30 in the afternoon, why?" He let out an annoyed groan, his head hanging back, before he lolled it  forward, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry Kitty, I'll be at the recording studio all day." He mumbled glumly. I pulled back, giving him a stern look. I saw him start to get worried at my mildly hostile look.

"Vic, this is the ultrasounds of YOUR child. It's the first time we get to see OUR child." I emphasised the 'your' and 'our'. He let out a small groan, his arms twisting from waist, so he could rub his face in his hands.

"Catherine, I'm sorry. It's not like I don't want to go, I just can't, it's important." My eyebrows shot up, and I slowly crossed my arms over my chest.

"It's more important than seeing if your child is healthy?" I stated, you could hear that I was getting pissed by the sound of my voice. I could see Vic getting more distressed as he got backed into a corner, because I wasn't gonna let him escape.

"What? No, no, of corse it's not." He replied hastily.

"Then, I don't see why you can't leave a few hours earlier." I detested his excuse. He nibbled his lip, looking completely trapped now.

"Babe, we're getting to the pointy end of the record. It won't be long until it's finished, and then I'll have all the time in the world to go to your doctor appointments and be with you when your tummy grows, and most of all, be there with the kid." He defended himself. I guess he did know some of my soft spots, but I was still not in a good mood.

"And when you finish the record? Then what? You go and promote it everywhere? And if that promotion works, what's after that? That's right, touring. You do know that touring could be for months on end right? At some point, it'll be too hard to come down to your family every break you get, and before long, you are going to miss our baby's first words, their first steps. You won't see them grow as steadily, you won't be around enough, hell, you may be gone so long, they forget who Daddy is." I didn't think through everything I said, I just blurted out what had been whirling in my head for ages. It was like all my fears placed into a plate. Well, I'm not gonna stop there. Vic stared at me, his mouth slightly parted, like he was looking to say something but couldn't find it.

"Or then you have the flip side, where the album doesn't work out, and we're left to work shitty paying jobs and can barely support our fucking child and we will become those parents who live with their own parents because they've become too pathetic to keep on their own feet." I was surprised to feel hot tears of frustration start to tip over the edge of my eyes. I let out a loud growl, wiping my eyes rather aggressively.

"And I need to stop fucking crying, dammit!" I yelled before slamming my fist on the bench. That made Vic step out of his slight shock, before he came towards me. I turned away, begging my tears to stop flowing. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind, as I sniffed, and used the heel of my hands to wipe away my tears. I felt Vic's warm breath tickle the back of my neck.

"Hey, hey, shhh." He hushed me softly, his lips brushing my ear.

"I understand that's you're stressed ok, but I won't let any of that happen. Missing one ultrasound, even if it's the first one, doesn't mean I'm not going to be there every other step of the way. Remember in the laundromat, back when we'd first moved in together? You got annoyed at me because I promised you I'd be around forever, and I told you I can promise whatever the hell I wanna promise, so listen here. I promise I'll always be there for you, I will be there for this child, I will be there for your pregnancy, I don't give two shits if it's 2am and you're asking for some weird craving thing, I'll drive out and I'll get it for you. Ill be there when they're born, and I will help them ride a bike and I will help them know that their mother is the most beautiful, strongest and absolutely trying woman I have ever met." He chuckled to himself, tightening his grasp around my shoulders.

"I want them to grow up, knowing that I will always love you. They will grow up in a house that's only full of love. They will grow wise and headstrong like you, and we will support them through thick and thin. I don't give a single fuck if my album doesn't get big and Pierce The Veil becomes a garage band gone wrong, I won't care, as long as at the end of the day, I can come home to you and my family." I let out a tiny sob, turning to face him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I clutched the back of his shirt, as I crushed him to me.

"I'm sorry, I just need to calm down." I muttered, shakily breathing. He pulled back, brushing my hair from my face, using his thumb to brush away my loose tears. He gave me a small smirk.

"Well hey, it probably can't get any worse."  I can't him a incredulous look, and let out a tiny snicker.

"Don't say that, you'll jinx it." I muttered, letting my own small smile creep on my face. He chuckled himself, before he leant down and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed against his lips, relaxing my body against his. His lips ran smoothly against mine, as I linked my fingers behind his neck, as his hands rested on my hips. I found myself getting caught up in his lips and body, that I suddenly took notice of the burning smell. I abruptly stopped kissing Vic, and pulled back, my eyes wide.

"Shit, the cupcakes!" I screeched, rushing to open the oven door, and I was blasted a little bit with black smoke. I grabbed an oven mitt, coughing and waving it around, trying to thin the smoke. I pulled out the tray of cupcakes, and looked down on the now charcoal, well, things. I wouldn't describe them as cupcakes, then a huge lump of charcoal. If I was an artist, it would be like a gift. I heard Vic's husky chuckle in my ear as he came behind me.

"You were right. I did jinx it."

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Because I wanted to break all your hearts before the final few chapters, because that's how I roll.

I'm so sorry this is so late. I started school last week, so I didn't have much time to write this chapter out. I think I know what I want for next chapter, so hopefully it won't be nearly two weeks late next week, whoops.

QOTD: Do you remember the first album you got?
AOTD: I can't remember distinctly, but it was either 1. A Glee album, 2. Miley Cyrus: Breakout (I still know most of the words to that album, fuck with me) or 3. Taylor Swift: Fearless. Yes I wanted that album because I was obsessed with horses at the time and was intrigued she had a song called White Horse. Funny, it became one of my favourite songs, and now I'm a huge fan of hers still.