TITLE: Heart and Shoulder (15/22)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Baby talk (Viggo's POV)
FEEDBACK: To (badly) paraphrase Boromir, "Bring on the feedback!
This writer is thirsty!"
WARNINGS: None, unless you count minor sap
DISCLAIMER: If I knew any of these people, I'd be the happiest girl in
the world. But I don't. So that means this is all pure
fiction, and I don't make any claims that these stories are true, nor
do I make any money off of them. This is all just to satisfy my
demented imagination.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere you wish, just let me know where it's going
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This chapter is dedicated to my amazing oldest sister
and her wonderful husband, who just found out she's pregnant with their
first child, making me a first-time aunt! Also, a permanent thank
you to my darling Lostiawen for her support, beta skills, and insanity
DATE WRITTEN: June 27th, 2004
"It turns out that Catherine cheated on Austin with Seth–"
"You're kidding!" Orli exclaims. "But I thought Seth and Austin
were best friends!"
"Not anymore," Henry laughs. "You should have seen them fighting
at the party last night. It was wild, man. And then
Catherine tried to get in the middle, which made things worse."
"Wait a second," Orli says, holding up a hand to stop Henry.
"Wasn't Seth devastated over the fact that Meara had just broken up
with him? Now all of a sudden he's snogging Catherine?"
"I know! Meara was pretty upset, too, because she thought she
might get back together with Seth."
"Wow, what a soap opera." Orli shakes his head with wonder, and I
have to smile at the fact that he's this involved in what's going on
with Henry's friends. If one of them called the house and Orli
picked up, he could probably carry on a ten minute conversation with
them.
"Anyway, that's why Jemila and I left early," he explains. "It
was too much high drama for us."
"Well, since you got a good night's sleep, maybe you can start
researching colleges like you promised that you would," I suggest.
"Dad," he whines. "It's a Saturday in June!"
"And you were the one who said that you wanted to start touring
colleges this fall, so it might be a good idea to get off your butt and
take some initiative in the process. It's called responsibility,
Henry."
"Oh, you are so lame," he snorts.
"Don't knock your Dad," Orli says with a grin. "He just wants you
out of the house as quickly as possible so we can keep having hot
monkey sex."
"Eww!" Henry squeals. "Okay, I'll research the colleges!"
He glares daggers at Orli and clears his breakfast dishes before
fleeing to the sanctity of his room.
"Worked like a charm," Orli laughs.
"Hot monkey sex?" I ask with amusement, raising an eyebrow at my
boyfriend.
"Isn't that what we have?"
I roll my eyes. "You're a few bananas shy of a bunch, elf boy."
"And you're one to talk about such things," he giggles before growing
serious. "Actually, I'm kind of glad we're alone. There's
something I think we need to talk about."
"What would that be?" The casual tone of the morning has just
vanished, and I now find myself a little nervous about what Orli might
bring into conversation. Everything seems to be fine with us, but
then again, I've learned that happiness in life is never a guarantee.
"Our plans to have a kid."
"You still want to do that, right?" My whole body tenses
up. Please, please don't tell me that Orli has changed his mind
about that.
"What? Of course I do!" he laughs, sounding shocked that I could
even ask that question. "This is something we've planned on for a
long time, Viggo. I'm not going to dick it up now."
"Okay, good," I sigh with relief. "I just got nervous for a
minute."
He flashes me a brilliant grin. "Listen, we've been talking about
having a child for almost two years. It's become one of the
central goals in my life, next to making you happy, making my family
happy, and keeping my career breathing. And I know that it's just
as important to you."
"So . . . then what do we need to discuss" I query, my brow furrowing
with confusion.
"Well, I sort of think that we should move beyond the discussion stage
with our plans, don't you?" He shifts in his chair, betraying a
bit of nervousness. "I mean, I think we're at the point in our
lives and our relationship where we're definitely ready for this.
Yeah, it's a huge step, but we've dealt with a lot before and there's
no reason why we can't take this on. Besides, adoption can take a
bloody long time for everything to fall into place, and while we're
simply talking about this, we could be starting the really extensive
process of getting a child."
It's amazing that Orli can talk that long without taking a
breath. I stare at him, blinking a few times before finally
finding my voice to respond. "You're ready now? You think
we're ready?"
"Why wouldn't we be?" There's a touch of indignance in his
voice. "We always knew that the one thing we had to wait for
before adopting was coming out, and we've done that."
"That's true," I concede.
"And if you're thinking about how busy my career is with
'Elizabethtown' and the sequel to 'Pirates', don't worry about
it. By the time we're finally cleared to adopt and we're matched
with a child, I'm sure that the filming for those will be over."
"Orli, believe me, I'm not trying to argue with you. This is just
all very sudden."
"I know. I just . . ." He trails off and sighs.
"What is it, love?"
"I want to be a father, Viggo!" Orli cries. "And I don't want to
wait a minute longer than I have to!"
I can't stop a smile from spreading over my face. "Then we won't
wait."
"Yeah?" His face lights up.
"Absolutely," I tell him. "We'll start looking at adoption
agencies and find out what we need to do to get cleared."
"Oh, Vig!" I suddenly have a lapful of joyous Orli, who's
covering my face in kisses. "Really? And you think it'll go
smoothly?"
"Well, I guess we'll have to see. Researching the agencies is the
key."
"But what if they won't let us adopt because we're, you know, uh . . ."
"Gay?"
He sighs. "Yeah. I know that policy has been getting more
liberal, but I still worry that people will be arseholes about it."
"They could be," I admit. "But for better or for worse, that's
where our celebrity status might help."
"Good point."
"Don't worry about all of that now, Orli," I say, running a comforting
hand over his back. "We just need to start at square one.
And you know that we'll have all of our friends and family to help us
with this."
"God, that will be so wonderful," he sighs. "I just hope that the
adoption agency doesn't run a background check on the hobbits, or we're
done for."
I snort. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Besides, we
have people like Liv and John to make our extended family seem more
normal."
"They're normal? Since when?" Orli asks with a grin.
"Hmm, I see what you're saying," I chuckle. "Oh, and speaking of
Liv, I just had a thought."
"What's that?"
"Well, assuming that we were able to adopt a child who's a toddler or
infant, he or she would be roughly the same age as Liv's child," I
muse, thinking about our newly pregnant friend. "It would be
terrific if our child and hers would end up being close."
"Imagine if our kid married hers!" he laughed. "That would be
even better!"
"Okay, that would just be bizarre."
"Yeah, but Tolkien purists would love it if Aragorn's kid and Arwen's
kid got married in real life."
"Can we just adopt our child first before we start planning a wedding?"
I tease.
"Of course. But . . . I mean, it's all so exciting! Just
thinking that we'll have a child and we'll get to go through every
experience with them," he gushes, his brown eyes shining with
enthusiasm. "Dirty nappies, teaching them to walk, reading them
stories, tucking them into bed–"
"Explaining that Daddy's studio isn't for kiddy finger-painting," I
add. "Henry loved to annoy me when he was about four by sneaking
into my studio and getting into the blue paint. Only blue,
though; no other colors. I never understood that."
Orli laughs. "It's because he's as mad as his old man."
"Probably." I smile and shift my position so Orli isn't crushing
me into the chair quite as much. "So, elf boy – ready for
parenthood?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
I can't help myself from cracking up. "Please don't give that
answer to the adoption agency."
"Uh, I won't," he mumbles, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
"You know how I get when I'm excited."
"Yeah, you use a lot of curse words," I laugh.
"But yes, I am very ready to be a father."
"You'll be an exceptional parent, Orlando."
"You're just saying that so you'll get free hot monkey sex later," he
says, blushing again.
"No, I'm not," I tell him firmly. "Everybody knows that you are
going to make a terrific father."
"And if I have any difficulty, you'll be there to steer me in the right
direction. Thank God that one of us has been through this before."
"Well, I don't think you'll need much help. Being a parent is
pretty much all instinct. And I can't imagine a more loving or
devoted person than you, so you shouldn't have any problems," I assure
him.
"Vig . . . thank you."
"Anytime, baby." I brush my lips against his cheek, then let my
mouth travel over to his for a long, lingering kiss. He welcomes
it, flickering his tongue out to flirt with mine as we engage in a nice
snogging session (as he'd say).
"That was perfect," Orli breathes when we draw apart.
"Perfect, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Don't let your ego get too big," he laughs. After another kiss,
this one briefer, he turns the megawatt grin on again. "So, shall
we get started on our project?"
I return the smile with every ounce of the happiness and excitement
that I'm feeling. "Definitely. The time has come."
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