Make Me

VI

"We've got some recording to do today." Vic sighed at the breakfast counter of our kitchen. I smiled as I poured coffee.

"That's exciting." My heart pumped blood faster. I was finally getting back into the groove I was used to two years ago.

"Indeed it is." He nodded. "Plan on having that album out in 2015."

"That's great!" I kept smiling as I handed him some coffee. I could only drink tea as I was very pregnant.

"What do think of staying so far? Miss Washington?" He asked, devouring the breakfast I made for him.

"I like it." I said truthfully. "I hated Washington." I shrugged. "It's good to be back in my own home."

"I really missed you...especially your cooking. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to marry you." He giggled.

"Yeah." I said nervously, my voice shaking.

"What's keeping you?" He asked seriously. "We've got time to talk this out now, (Y/N)." 

"I'm scared it'll happen again." I sighed. "It's not you. It's them."

"Baby," He got up. "it's going to happen again whether you like it or not. I hate to say it, but you have to get over it. You are you, I am me. We can stay like that and others are entitled to their own opinion."

"I know, it makes sense, but something's stopping me." I looked away from him as he got up, his gentle arms coming around my large stomach.

"There's no avoiding it now." His voice was low, he was being romantic. "I put her in you." Vic started rubbing my stomach.

"Yeah." I giggled, leaning in to his advances. He pecked my forehead repeatedly. The doorbell rang.

"That must be the guys." He smiled. "You take your time, (Y/N). I love you and I'm down for not rushing things."

"I know." I said quietly as he dashed to answer the door. I heard the boys, loud as always.

We all ended up having fun in the basement, playing around with musical notes to come up with songs. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me and as they all were having fun, I was thinking desperately.

"You doing okay?" He asked me as I sat next to him on a bar stool. He had a guitar in his lap.

"Just fine." I nodded. He kissed the air and I blushed immensely. 

We only got two songs down. Oh well, I guess music takes time. There's no rushing perfection...just like our relationship.

"I've been thinking." I sat in the living room with Vic. No lights were on and we were illuminated by the television only.

"Yeah?" He turned towards me, relaxed but surely anxious.

"I think I know what I want to do." I took a deep breath, running my hand over my bulging stomach.

"Yeah?" Vic's anxiety intensified.

"I want to stay with you." I smiled down at my stomach. It was the most amazing thing to me.

"Really?" He was now staring at it, too. "It's not just because I got your pregnant?"

"No, it's...you." I looked up at him. "I love you and you're right...about everything."

"Holy shit." He giggled. "I'm right."

"That won't be often, don't get used to it." I giggled, joking along.

"That's great, (Y/N)." He scooted closer to me, pecking my cheek. "I'm glad."

"Me too." I smiled at him. Our family would be complete.