Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Victor: Possibilities

Victor sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He checked his phone, clicking the screen on. Still no texts and not even a phone call. He frowned and set his phone back down. He could hardly focus on his work. He ruffled through the papers again when there was a knock on the door.
    "Come in," he said flatly.
    Goldman appeared in the doorway. "Sir, your meeting is in an hour. The investors are going to be on their way soon. If you want to cancel, you may want to do it now."
    Victor raised an eyebrow. "And now you're giving me advice?"
    Goldman flushed. "I'm sorry, sir." He closed the door and disappeared.
    Victor sighed and rolled his eyes. He dialed Goldman's number. Goldman picked up on the first ring. "Go ahead and cancel the meeting," Victor said. "I want nothing to do with them right now." He hung up without waiting for a response.
     Victor looked out at the city. He stood and went over to the window, looking down at the bustling traffic below. It relaxed him. He hadn't realized how anxious he was until he felt it leaving him. But it all came back when his cell phone rang on his desk. He quickly picked it up.
    "Hello?"
    "Victor? It's me."
    Victor closed his eyes. She sounded like she had been crying. He bit his lip and continued. "What's the verdict?"
    "I can't."
    Victor nodded slowly. "I'm sorry. Are you doing okay?"
    She gave a cynical laugh. "I'm doing as good as you could imagine. I'm leaving now." There was come crying in the distance. Victor frowned. "Do you need me to come over to LFG to give you the paperwork?"
    Victor sat down and flattened his tie. "No, no. I'll see it when I get home. Be safe."
    She hung up without a goodbye. Victor laid the phone down. He ran his hands over his face and sighed heavily. He and his girlfriend had been trying to get pregnant for at least a year and a half now. When she wasn't conceiving, he knew that something was wrong—either with him or her. His tests all came back normal, so she went to get tested. She couldn't say the same. He rubbed the back of his neck.
    He didn't get home until later that night. He closed and locked the apartment door behind him and set his keys on the counter. He went into the living room and saw her curled up on the couch, a blanket over her and a shot glass tipped over on the coffee table. An empty bottle sat next to it.
    "Drowning your sorrow in alcohol?" Victor asked. He set the glass back upright and knelt in front of her. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
    She mumbled something under her breath. Victor couldn't quite catch what she had said. As soon as he touched her, she reeled around, slapping his hand away. Victor recoiled in shock. He had never seen her be so violent. Was it the alcohol?
    "What's going on?" Victor asked, the harshness in his voice dropping. His tone became gentle. "You can talk to me."
    She shook her head. "I'm not going to talk. I don't want to talk. Just leave me alone."
    "Leave you alone to drown yourself in whiskey and potentially die from alcohol poisoning? Come on, now. That's not the way you want to go."
    "It doesn't matter how I go, now."
    Victor looked at her defeated posture. He gently sat on the corner of the sofa and took her small hand in his large one. "Come on, (your name). Talk to me."
    She rolled her eyes. "I feel like I've failed you."
    Victor's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
    "I can't give you an heir to the company, and I can't make you a father. I'm pretty useless." She sat up slowly. "I can't do what I'm naturally supposed to do. I'm...broken."
    Victor placed his finger against her lips. "Stop. You haven't failed me. And there are other ways that I can become a father and you a mother. It may not be the same, but there's possibilities." He sighed. "And stop claiming you're broken. Just because something isn't working right doesn't mean that it's useless and needs to be thrown out. And if I remember correctly, broken crayons still color."
    She gave him a forced smile and turned away, hiding her tears. Victor touched her chin and gently turned her head back to him. She was trying hard not to cry. Victor swiped away the tear that had fallen down her cheek.
    "Come on, you can cry," he said, gently embracing her. "It's not the end of the world."
    She began to cry into his chest. Victor rested his chin on the top of her head and stroked her hair, rocking side to side slowly. He too was upset, but not as much as she was. He was upset that she would think so lowly of herself after everything they went through together. He kissed the top of her head.
    "We'll get through this," he whispered. "I promise."
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Okay, this has been on my mind, so I had to write about it.
    Two of my friends from my class just recently announced their pregnancies. One of my family members is pregnant, and so is my boss. It seems that every female around me is getting pregnant and having kids. I tried for two years at one point and failed to ever conceive. (The people I tried with; most of them are now expecting their children with their girlfriends and wives. So it's not them.) So this subject hits so close to home.
    If you are pregnant and you share the news and someone isn't very happy, know that it isn't you. They're happy for you, but they're devastated that they can't experience what you're experiencing for themselves. It's hard; every pregnancy announcement is a blow to the gut for infertile women like me. It's heart-wrenching.
    For the infertile women reading: you are not alone. 1 in 8 women will suffer with infertility. That's 7.4 million women in the U.S. alone. It feels lonely, and it probably makes you feel less of a woman than you truly are. But know, with or without a child, you are valuable and deserve love and happiness. 💕
    Stay strong.