It'll Have To Be Enough [Kellic]

Meeting Dane

Sorry I haven't posted in well...months. I've been busy with finals and school and all this other shit. But anywayssss, here's the sixth...? Chapter of this gayous fanfic.

-L

Extra note!  12/26/14

I am so sorry I've forgotten about writing all of this!  Promise I'll continue regularly now since I have an excellent phone.

Living Like Kings

Kellin's POV

  The Christmas party went off without a hitch, and my house escaped with its life.  My carpets remained unstained, my walls unscratched - truly a miracle. 

  A couple days after Christmas,  I sat at the kitchen table browsing the newspaper and looked out at the backyard.  I had screwed up my coffee - but drank it anyways, avoiding Vic's confronting glance again if he saw me ignoring the mug - I always messed it up, to the point where Vic had just told me to leave it to him, or to buy an automatic machine.  You decide which one I picked.

  Vic ruffled my hair as he passed by me siting the kitchen. He refilled his mug and slid into the chair across from me.

"Whatcha reading?" He asked, peering over the edge of my newspaper.

"Uh...nothing," I said, trying to fold it and get it away from him.

"Kells!" Vic said, laughing. "Lemme see!"

Vic grabbed the newspaper from my hand and I slumped back, arms crossed and frowning. His face fell slightly as he scanned the page, notes written to the side in my handwriting.

"Adoption agencies?" Vic was puzzled for a second, looking at me with a questioning gaze. Then he understood. "Oh...baby...,"

"Don't," I said, waving him off.

"Look at me." His voice was firm, hard. He looked at me through my shaggy bangs. "We can have kids some day, Kells. Maybe not right away, though. We can talk about it."

"I know, Vic, I know."

He stared at me for a while, and then shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"It's just that we tour a lot..."

"Maybe one of us could take a break from touring for a while.  Work predominately from home or the studio," I offered, hopeful.

Vic brightened a little and touched the hand that rested on the table. 

"Maybe.  We'll just have to see."  Vic patted my hand and stood.  He walked over to the coffee maker.  I paled. 

He turned to me, holding up his glass mug of ruined coffee.

I stood, and slowly backed away laughing.  Vic sighed.  I turned and ran, giggling, down the hall and sprinted up to the stairs, more so listening to the pattern of his feet hitting the floor than my own.

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Not many days later, Vic asked me to meet him in the car in a few minutes.  I did, waiting for what our destination could be.  He reached the car in our driveway as I did, and he casually liftened a hankercheif from his backpocket and fastened it over my eyes.

"What's this for....?"

"You'll see!"  I could almost hear the wink punctuating his sentence.

We drove for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a half hour or so.

I felt the car turn, and soon after, park.  Vic got out, and then guided me from my seat to the entrance of a building.  After stepping through a set of doors, he undid my blindfold and let it fall from my face.

My eyes fixtated on a large brass sign nex to a sign in desk. 

"Royal Oaks Orphanage".

All of the crap he'd been feeding me about how it wouldn't work had been a cover up!

He guided me to the desk, where a smiling receptonist greeted him.

"Mr. Fuentes and Mr. Quinnn, I presume?"  She asked warmly.  Vic responded with a nod and a smile.  "Since you stopped in yesterday,  Mr. Fuentes, your appointment is right on schedule.  I see you have two back to back today," she paused to squint at the computer screen, "...with baby Dane and then James Hathaway, correct?"

"Yes."  Vic replied and squeezed my hand.

"Right this way then."  The receptionist stood and led us to a door, and then down a hallway, past a few more doors labeled with ward names...teenage...preteen...toddler...nurse...nursery.  My heard swelled.  Our guide pushed the door open and ushered us inside.  She located "Meeting Room 2" from the laminated map on the wall, and walked us to it.

"Just wait here, and we'll bring her in in a moment!"  She said with a smile, and closed the door behind her.  Before I could open my mouth to speak, a different women in a blue sweater came in holding a sleeping baby wrapped in a green blanket, a backpack over the womans shoulder.

"Which one of you would like to hold her?"  The woman asked brightly.  Vic ushered to, me.  I stuck my arms out in an awkward cradle, and the woman - whose nametag read Jenny - tucked the baby inside my arms.  I held her tiny body close to me, and felt a sudden rush of love expanding from my core out to every filament of my being.  Her rosy little cheeks flamed, her soft eye lashes brushed her cheekbones.

Jenny gestured for us to sit down, which we did, and she followed.  She withrew a few files from her bag, and spread them out on her desk.

"So.  Since there isn't much of a meet and gretet process for infants," she laughed lightly, "I'll just come out and ask what you think of her."

"She's perfect."  I breathed.

Jenny smiled at me, and then her and Vic spoke while I adored my hopefully soon-to-be daughter.

"You mentioned she was a doorstep baby over the phone?"  Vic asked.

"Yes, unfortunately.  She is, however, in excellent health.  No problems with her at all.  We have no knowledge on further issues, though, without a medical history of her parents.  A note was left, saying the usual - she needs a home.  The note was signed 'Dane', which is what we've called her.  She is young enough where she may be called another name, though, since she hasnt begun fully responding to her temporary name."   Jenny then pulled out a couple more pieces of paper and handed them to Vic.

"She's had all her vaccinations, and is ready to be taken home today, if that's in your interests."  Jenny glanced over at me, and saw my eyes glued to the baby.  At least, that's what I assume, because her next statement to Vic was that she guessed that was the option we'd prefer.

"I think that's the best option, I don't think Kellin wants to put her down," Vic said with a smile.

Jenny then took Vic and I through some legal proceedings.  We signed what seemed like hundreds of forms, and initialled about thirty "right here's". 

Jenny took down all the infortmation she needed, and came to one final one.  She asked what name our baby would go by.  Vic glanced at me.

I had another rush.  I was a dad, this is my baby, I can name her.

"Copeland Fuentes-Quinn."  The name came out like an amazed sigh. 

Jenny wrote this on the appropriate form slot, and passed us the final sheet of paper.  Each of us armed with a pen, we each signed the last x marked line.  She was ours. 

"Now, since we've already completed the home interview and check, we can send you off with her as soon as we round up her few possesions.  I can have these brought to your next appointment in room A23 if you'd prefer, as I assume James is waiting for your arrival."

Vic answered for us.  "That would be wonderful."