Orlando grabbed the remote and hit the power button 20 times harder then necessary before throwing it across the room, followed by the TV guide and a few pillows from the couch. When he didn’t find anything else handy to throw, he sat down and crossed his arms, glaring at the TV.
That’s exactly how Viggo found him when he got home – three hours later.
“Orlando, love, what’s wrong?” Viggo asked, his eyes full of concern.
Orlando turned his glare towards Viggo. “I hate Brandy. I hate MTV. I hate all of television. I hate all children. I hate all couples with children.”
“That can’t be right, love,” said Viggo, speaking words of wisdom and sitting down on the couch beside Orli.
Orli turned his head so he still faced Viggo. “Is too!”
“Orli, I will not have childish fights with you, no matter how cute you are when you pout.” Orli scowled. “No, don’t get mad at me baby, it’s true.” Orli humphed. “Well it is.” Orli turned his head away. “You’re not alone, Karl pouts cute too.” Orli’s eyes shot back, and he eyed Viggo suspiciously. “Oh don’t look at me like that.” Orli squinted. “Forget it baby.” Orli tipped his head to he side, as if to ask Viggo what he had meant. “No, never mind!” Orli sighed. “Now tell me what happened.”
Orli suddenly remembered he was supposed to be mad right now, and he scowled again. “I was watching that thing on MTV about Brandy and how she’s having that baby, and…”
“What, love?”
Orli sighed. “And she made this comment… ‘It’s wonderful feeling when you realize that you’re having a baby with the person you’re in love with…’ Or something like that.” Orlando wasn’t glaring at anything any more. He just looked sad. Viggo began to understand.
“And so that bothered you because… We can’t have a baby like that?” Viggo wanted to be clear.
Orli nodded, his eyes cast down.
“Oh, baby…” Viggo reached out and pulled Orli into a firm hug and held him there, rocking gently back and forth. “I didn’t even know you wanted children…”
“Of course I do. I love children.” Viggo decided not to comment on how Orli had mentioned not two minutes earlier that he hated children.
“Well, baby, there are other things we could do… There’s adoption, of
course, or we could get a woman to carry a child for us.” Viggo pulled
back, albeit reluctantly, from Orli to look into his eyes. “It wouldn’t be exactly the same, but if this is really something that you want…”
Orli smiled and nodded. “Yeah. It is.” Viggo smiled too.
As Orli fell asleep in Viggo’s arms a few hours later he smiled again, this time to himself. They would have a child. He and Viggo would. He was going to have a baby with the person he was in love with.
And damn, it did feel wonderful.