Make Me

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"She's so beautiful." Sam cooed at my baby. She giggled and kicked in her arms. "Too bad her daddy's an asshole! Yes he is!" Using a baby voice.

"Don't talk like that. She'll end up talking that way when she grows up." I quoted Vic.

"Oh please." Sam rolled her eyes. Our baby never cried, always a happy one. It's a shame her daddy gave up on us. "Do you want to go back?" She mumbled.

"I mean, yeah. I miss Mila and everyone else." I sighed, sitting on the couch and watching children cartoons.

"What happened exactly?" She wondered, too preoccupied with the baby.

"Well, I slept with Jaime." I started. "Maybe I'm the bad guy."

"He should've tried again. It's not like you'd do it again." Sam tried to cheer me up.

"He told me to go back to Washington and when I was at the airport...he came running towards me for a second chance."

"(Y/N)!" Sam shouted at me, outraged, startling my daughter.

"What?" I smiled sheepishly.

"You are a bad guy!" She chuckled loudly.

"Shut up!" I slapped her arm lightly.

"No, really. You should've gone for it." Sam looked back down at the baby on her lap. "Now mummy's stupid!"

"Sam!" I complained. "Maybe." I went into deep thought, getting up to take a phone call.

"(Y/N)?" Mila answered, wondering why I would call so soon after leaving.

"Mila." I sighed. "I made a mistake."

"Oh boy." She muttered. "Are you getting another plane ticket."

"Thinking about it." I confessed. "What's Vic up to?"

"It's summertime, (Y/N). Remember, he's got Warped Tour this year."

"Shit." I sighed. "Do you know where they are in the coming weeks?" I wondered.

"Uh...looks like Burgettstown next Tuesday if that works." She answered.

"I'll see what I can do." I hung up without saying goodbye.

*Vic's POV*

"I'm so tired of travelling." I sighed, laying on the bus couch as it continued to hit bumps on the highway.

"What time do you think we'll get there in the morning?" Tony mumbled, staring at his phone in the dining booth.

"Stop complaining, we love PA." Jaime kidded around. We eventually made up and it wasn't a big deal anymore. The only big deal was that I missed (Y/N) and our daughter.

"You should've cancelled if it was going to bother you so much." Mike sat beside my head. He knew what I was complaining about. It's a brother thing.

"Shut up, Mike." I hissed, about to fall asleep. Warped has been dragging on.

In the morning, when I woke up, I noticed that we were in Burgettstown. Everything was set up and we were set to go on at four after a signing at two. 

"Come on, brother." Mike walked on the bus. It was bright and the others weren't anywhere to be found. He had a beer in his hand and looked like he was out trying to sunbathe.

"Why?" I groaned on the couch. I never made it to my bunk!

"You've got an interview." He nudged my shoulder.

"What time is it?" I rubbed my eyes as he continued to nudge.

"Eleven thirty." Mike simply stated, finally sitting across from me in the dining booth.

"Fuck." I groaned, falling onto the floor. Mike started laughing at me.

"Jaime and Tony are out getting some drinks before the signing." Mike informed me. "They made me in charge of baby-sitting you."

"Lovely." I sat up and started picking out clothes to change into.

"You gotta' look hot for the ladies." Mike mentioned as I tried to stretch into my skinny jeans.

"I won't be looking for quite a while." I notified him. "Six years doesn't just go away."

"I feel for you, bro." He nodded.

I walked out to find Bryan waiting. I was getting sick of this kid. He asked stupid questions and was all the same color except for that damn blue shirt I swear is the same one every time I see him. (Not my personal opinion of Bryan Stars.) 

"Hey, Vic!" He smiled cheerfully.

"Hey, Bryan." I put on a fake smile. His camera guy was just smiling and looking through the lense.

"Mind if we get a few questions in?" He wondered.

"Don't you want the rest of the band?" I looked around, seeing if the other two had come back yet.

"No, this time...we're getting a little bit more personal." He informed me.

"Okay?" I gave him a weird look. This felt suspicious as he normally asks stupid things, like for us to talk in a British accent or make a funny face...anything that isn't really related to our music.

"Are you missing your daughter?" He put the mic to my lips.

"Uh, that's a little obvious." I giggled, trying to act normal for the camera.

"What about (Y/N)? Weren't you going to marry her?" Bryan asked more and more personal questions.

"Uh, yeah..." I looked around to see if it was set up by anyone.

"Okay, and why did she leave? Don't you want her to come back?" 

"Well, there was a misunderstanding and...I desperately want her back." This interview was making me emotional.

"What would you do if you saw her and your baby again?" Bryan looked like he was looking past me.

"What?" I said, slowly looking behind me. There they were...standing. Our baby was cradled in her arms with Sam and Mila standing next to her.

"Hi, Vic." She waved and then looked down at our baby, talking to her.

"So cute!" Bryan said to the camera as the man zoomed in on our reunion. I ran up to them, they followed close behind.

"What are you doing here?" I kissed (Y/N)'s cheek and our baby's forehead. 

"I wanted to see you. I want to come back to you." She answered. "I want to marry you."

"Really?" I was flabberghasted. 

"If you'll have me." She had a sweet smile on her face, blushing.

"Of course, (Y/N)." I embraced her, her hair flying into my mouth but I could careless. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." She giggled. "Now I don't ever want to buy a plane ticket to Washington ever again."