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vigorliTitle: Christening Bundle and starting a family
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obvmluver
Pairing/Characters: Viggo/Orlando and their baby
Rating: PG-13, I think
Warnings: Mpreg
Summary: A piece of today alongside a slice of the past.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to hurt anyone nor am I making any profit with this. All mistakes there might be are my own.
I suggest you'd read these before stepping into the story.
Previous instalments
Orlando looked at Viggo’s smiling face. It was a wonder how much he could love that man. The priest continuing his speech caught their attention. “Viggo... you may kiss your husband.”
Looking back at Orlando, Viggo adjusted Bundle a little better in his arms and captured Orlando’s lips. He felt like crying. He also wanted to burst out laughing. He was so happy. So happy to have Orlando by his side. And so happy about the little miracle in his arms.
The family and their friends started cheering and clapping their hands. Sonia, Grace and Samantha too, was crying, sophisticatedly wiping the tears away.
The priest let them get lost in each other, in the love they shared, for a minute or two before he declared the ceremony was about to continue.
“Today you’ve brought your child to be christened and joined to the congregation of the Christ. As a Christian he is part of an eternal life and absolution. Together we have prayed for blessing and protection for this child on his path in life.
The possibilities but your responsibility as well as parents and educationists are great. As the closest grown- ups you have a decisive influence on his development. That is why we have asked blessing for you too that you would know how and have strength enough to raise your child so the possibilities God has given him have a chance to come true.”
The priest then motioned Viggo to lower Bundle a little so that he could wet his head with warm water. “From this day forth, you shall be Julian Thomas Bloom-Mortensen.”
That moment was an end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Bundle was pushed aside and replaced with Julian. Orlando and Viggo had had a discussion a while ago about keeping Bundle as a nickname. That name in its cuteness had come to mean so much to both of them. Turning back to their families and friends they met them as a married couple and rightful parents.
~*~
The journey they had gone through to this day had been eventful. It all had started in the middle of the night. Orlando had woken up to an odd feeling. He had turned on the bedside lamp and stood on the bed slightly dumbfounded. Something was amiss. Viggo woke up to the bright light a minute later. “What’s wrong, angel?” he asked sleepily only to get his answer right there. Orlando let out a sharp cry and gripped his stomach. That’s when they spotted the wetness between his legs. Panic shot through Orlando but Viggo was there to reassure him everything would be fine, that he’d clean up the mess. “But I haven’t packed a bag. I hadn’t thought this would...” “Angel, it’s all taken care of.” Viggo said running his hands on Orlando’s shoulders and inclined his head to the door. There, on the floor, lay a bag waiting for a trip like this. Orlando, warmed by this small gesture, broke down chanting how he loved Viggo for being so considerate. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, angel.” Viggo said. He stood up, walked round the bed and to Orlando. He pulled the messy sleeping pants and boxers down, retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned Orlando before putting fresh boxers and pants on. “Are you ready to meet our baby?” Viggo asked pulling Orlando on his feet.
Orlando was more than ready to meet this newcomer but he also was scared. He knew he wasn’t the first one to have those feelings and he wouldn’t be the last either and it comforted him a little. Nodding his head he answered.
Stars were bright as Viggo drove the car out of the garage. He touched Orlando by putting his warm palm on Orlando’s thigh. It seemed to comfort Orlando because soon he let out a long sigh. Viggo wanted to convey that they were together in this, that Orlando would not be left alone. Ever.
An hour later Orlando lay on his side, on a hospital bed, holding Viggo’s hand. He didn’t want to fall asleep for fear he’d be waken up by a contraction. Orlando lost the fight at six in the morning. Viggo was at his side, still fighting against exhaustion. He knew that soon the struggle would be over.
Seventy hours and fifty-eight minutes later found them in the theater. Orlando was crushing Viggo’s bones in his fingers, growling like a tiger and screaming obscenities at him and crying in his pain. Viggo was whispering sweet nothings at Orlando, encouraging him in every possible way.
All the pain and suffering and the seemingly long hours were forgotten instantly as they heard their baby cry for the first time. Viggo was once again reminded that love at first sight was not a cliché but an actual fact. He felt it and he could see it in Orlando’s eyes as he got a tiny, healthy baby boy in his arms. Orlando was so overcome with a mixture of love, wonder and emotions he could only stare at their baby.
~*~
Viggo looked at Orlando standing in front of Julian’s cot and felt immense pride swell up inside. Orlando had gone through a real hell to give birth to their son, something Viggo could only imagine. Walking towards Orlando and stopping right behind him Viggo pressed his hands on Orlando’s hips. “Would my beautiful husband want something to eat?” Orlando chuckled at the question and turned around knowing full well the house was full of guests. “Only if you’ll feed me. I feel so giddy because of everything I may not know how that’s done.” Viggo could only kiss Orlando. “Whatever you ask, my angel, I will serve.”
Author:
obvmluverPairing/Characters: Viggo/Orlando and their baby
Rating: PG-13, I think
Warnings: Mpreg
Summary: A piece of today alongside a slice of the past.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to hurt anyone nor am I making any profit with this. All mistakes there might be are my own.
I suggest you'd read these before stepping into the story.
Previous instalments
Orlando looked at Viggo’s smiling face. It was a wonder how much he could love that man. The priest continuing his speech caught their attention. “Viggo... you may kiss your husband.”
Looking back at Orlando, Viggo adjusted Bundle a little better in his arms and captured Orlando’s lips. He felt like crying. He also wanted to burst out laughing. He was so happy. So happy to have Orlando by his side. And so happy about the little miracle in his arms.
The family and their friends started cheering and clapping their hands. Sonia, Grace and Samantha too, was crying, sophisticatedly wiping the tears away.
The priest let them get lost in each other, in the love they shared, for a minute or two before he declared the ceremony was about to continue.
“Today you’ve brought your child to be christened and joined to the congregation of the Christ. As a Christian he is part of an eternal life and absolution. Together we have prayed for blessing and protection for this child on his path in life.
The possibilities but your responsibility as well as parents and educationists are great. As the closest grown- ups you have a decisive influence on his development. That is why we have asked blessing for you too that you would know how and have strength enough to raise your child so the possibilities God has given him have a chance to come true.”
The priest then motioned Viggo to lower Bundle a little so that he could wet his head with warm water. “From this day forth, you shall be Julian Thomas Bloom-Mortensen.”
That moment was an end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Bundle was pushed aside and replaced with Julian. Orlando and Viggo had had a discussion a while ago about keeping Bundle as a nickname. That name in its cuteness had come to mean so much to both of them. Turning back to their families and friends they met them as a married couple and rightful parents.
~*~
The journey they had gone through to this day had been eventful. It all had started in the middle of the night. Orlando had woken up to an odd feeling. He had turned on the bedside lamp and stood on the bed slightly dumbfounded. Something was amiss. Viggo woke up to the bright light a minute later. “What’s wrong, angel?” he asked sleepily only to get his answer right there. Orlando let out a sharp cry and gripped his stomach. That’s when they spotted the wetness between his legs. Panic shot through Orlando but Viggo was there to reassure him everything would be fine, that he’d clean up the mess. “But I haven’t packed a bag. I hadn’t thought this would...” “Angel, it’s all taken care of.” Viggo said running his hands on Orlando’s shoulders and inclined his head to the door. There, on the floor, lay a bag waiting for a trip like this. Orlando, warmed by this small gesture, broke down chanting how he loved Viggo for being so considerate. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, angel.” Viggo said. He stood up, walked round the bed and to Orlando. He pulled the messy sleeping pants and boxers down, retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned Orlando before putting fresh boxers and pants on. “Are you ready to meet our baby?” Viggo asked pulling Orlando on his feet.
Orlando was more than ready to meet this newcomer but he also was scared. He knew he wasn’t the first one to have those feelings and he wouldn’t be the last either and it comforted him a little. Nodding his head he answered.
Stars were bright as Viggo drove the car out of the garage. He touched Orlando by putting his warm palm on Orlando’s thigh. It seemed to comfort Orlando because soon he let out a long sigh. Viggo wanted to convey that they were together in this, that Orlando would not be left alone. Ever.
An hour later Orlando lay on his side, on a hospital bed, holding Viggo’s hand. He didn’t want to fall asleep for fear he’d be waken up by a contraction. Orlando lost the fight at six in the morning. Viggo was at his side, still fighting against exhaustion. He knew that soon the struggle would be over.
Seventy hours and fifty-eight minutes later found them in the theater. Orlando was crushing Viggo’s bones in his fingers, growling like a tiger and screaming obscenities at him and crying in his pain. Viggo was whispering sweet nothings at Orlando, encouraging him in every possible way.
All the pain and suffering and the seemingly long hours were forgotten instantly as they heard their baby cry for the first time. Viggo was once again reminded that love at first sight was not a cliché but an actual fact. He felt it and he could see it in Orlando’s eyes as he got a tiny, healthy baby boy in his arms. Orlando was so overcome with a mixture of love, wonder and emotions he could only stare at their baby.
~*~
Viggo looked at Orlando standing in front of Julian’s cot and felt immense pride swell up inside. Orlando had gone through a real hell to give birth to their son, something Viggo could only imagine. Walking towards Orlando and stopping right behind him Viggo pressed his hands on Orlando’s hips. “Would my beautiful husband want something to eat?” Orlando chuckled at the question and turned around knowing full well the house was full of guests. “Only if you’ll feed me. I feel so giddy because of everything I may not know how that’s done.” Viggo could only kiss Orlando. “Whatever you ask, my angel, I will serve.”
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Date: 2007-12-23 07:32 pm (UTC)