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title: Geek!Orlando, epilogue
author:

stormatdusk
pairing: Viggo/Orlando
rating: adult
warnings: AU, m/m sex
disclaimer: this is only fiction.
a/n: starts here
picks up from part 37
a/n2: thank you all so very much for the love you've shown this story. happy new year!

"Mama!!"

Orlando looked up in the direction of that perfect little voice to see Viggo coming through the front door of Best Buys 'R Us, Dory perched on one hip.

Orlando had long suspected Elijah as the one teaching Dory to call him that, though so far he hadn't been able to catch him in the act. Besides, he kind of liked it deep down, anyway. Well, okay; he really liked it. After all, she was only 13 months old, and had exactly four words to her vocabulary so far. Orlando figured that any time now, she'd start calling him 'Daddy,' so he was going to enjoy the 'Mama' thing while it lasted.

Though Viggo was still several feet away, Dory was already stretching forward, chubby arms reaching for Orlando. He stepped out from behind the Computer Department counter, grinning at their little girl.

"Hi, Baby! Did you and Papa come to pick me up already?" Orlando accepted the squirming bundle and peppered her face with kisses before turning to Viggo with a smile. "Hi."

"Hi, you," Viggo said, rubbing a gentle manhand along Orlando's spine. It occurred to Orlando for maybe the 10^6th time that he probably shouldn't still feel zingles when Viggo touched him, not after five years together. But apparently the zingles hadn't gotten that memo, because still they came.

"Coochie coochie coo, Dory!" squeaked Dom as he entered the department for a visit. Dory squealed a little in recognition.

"Hi Viggo," Karl rumbled. "Woobie woobie, Dory!" he cooed, his voice suddenly catapulting two octaves skyward.

"YaYa?" Dory asked, head swiveling.

"Elijah's not here today, honey," Orlando explained. "But here's your dolly he gave you, see?" Orlando reached behind the counter for the little computer geek man that Elijah had bought for Dory. Actually, he'd just bought the Ken doll and put it in a little white button-up shirt. He'd even gotten his mom to sew little pocket protectors for it, and he'd used a fine red marker to write 'EJILAH' in tiny letters on the pocket. Dory was a bit young to play with it, since she could choke on the little glasses, but as with the zillion other toys he'd gotten her, Elijah'd said he couldn't resist.

"Dom, Dory. Say Dom?" Dom coaxed with a hopeful smile. But nope, no 'Dom' seemed to be showing up yet.

"Maybe next time?" Viggo said, hoping to cheer Dom.

After a few minutes of baby chatter - - 90% of which came from Dom and Karl - - Orlando had clocked out and grabbed his Finding Nemo lunchbox from the break room and was ready to leave.

"Wave bye-bye, Dory!" Viggo cooed. Orlando pumped a big exaggerated full arm wave along with her. Dom and Karl flopped their own arms back, grinning.

Orlando thought maybe there was a haiku in that, the funny sight of the three of them flopping their arms like happy walruses. He'd open his notebook when they got home and see if any ideas came.

Orlando really liked to write haiku now, since he'd picked it up again. When they'd gotten married, Orlando had wanted to give Viggo a wedding present, something personal and sort of quiet and just between them. So he wrote some haiku poetry for him.

Before we found us
Shyness was never easy
Then, you saw through it

Gentle, strong, and kind
Your love made me remember
I was good as is

You had felt alone
Now, together, we’re complete
I saved you right back

Today we marry
For the rest of forever
We get to be 'us'

He'd kept it hidden from Viggo for two weeks so it'd be a surprise. A few days before the wedding, he'd copied it onto some prettier paper he'd found in the Office Stationery and Highlighters department at the store. Then the day of the wedding, he'd pulled Viggo aside a few minutes before the ceremony. When reading it, Viggo had gotten sort of choked up and watery, and Orlando had gotten a Kleenex from the little pack in the pocket of his black tuxedo and dabbed at Viggo's eyes for him, and whispered that he loved him.

That had been Orlando's favorite part of the whole day.

Well, there had been a lot of favorite parts, so many that it was really hard to pick just one. It had been really neat, for example, to come out into the back yard, he and Viggo, hand in hand, and walk down the little path together, between the rows of white chairs and their guests all smiling at them. And it had been really neat saying their vows under the little white gazebo thing that Orlando's mom and sister and Viggo's mom had put up, along with big bunches of white balloons all over, and lots of flowers that Viggo liked (Orlando's mom had asked Viggo what his favorites were, ahead of time). And it had been kind of funny, too, when one of the gazebo's support poles had started to wobble a little, and Karl had jumped up and shoved it more firmly into the ground, and Orlando caught Sam looking at Karl like he was a big bowl of steaming hot macaroni and cheese - the really good, homemade kind, instead of the box. And it had been really sweet, if a big surprise, when Orlando looked to the guests after kissing Viggo for the first time as his husband to see Elijah crying his eyes out.

But yeah, if he were forced to choose only one moment, like if the Final Jeopardy answer was, "When Viggo got all choked up and watery after you gave him the poem right before the ceremony," then Orlando would be able to buzz in and say, "What is my favorite favorite part of our wedding day, Alek?"

In the weeks after the wedding, Viggo had played with the haiku lines in different ways. Orlando would find bits of them scribbled on pieces of paper and tissue and even fabric once, stuck on the magnet board in the studio, or there'd be a few words of it drawn in the steam of the bathroom mirror when Orlando got out of the shower.

Eventually Viggo used each of the middle lines – the ones with seven syllables instead of five – and had made them their own poem. Orlando thought was so cool, because he sure didn’t try to plan for it to work that way, and yet it did. Then Viggo had put those lines right into a big painting, filled with all sorts of colors and swooshes and quiet places. That painting hung over their headboard now. Sometimes Orlando liked to sleep sort of upside down, with his head at the foot of the bed, and leave a little lamp on, just so he could he fall asleep gazing at the painting that Viggo had made, that both he and Viggo had made, together.

Dory was blinking drowsily by the time Orlando unbuckled her from the car seat and carried her inside. He settled into Viggo's butt chair to rock her the rest of the way to sleep. Karl and Dom and Elijah had gone in together to buy the chair for Orlando and Viggo as a wedding present. Once Orlando's cock had settled down and allowed Orlando to actually sit in the chair without drooling and generally making a mess of the place, it made a perfect place to ease Dory down to her nap, and check email or play Text Twist or something.

He cradled Dory in his lap and dropped his cheek against the top of her head, stealing his first good sniiiiiiff of the afternoon. She smelled just a little bit like toast. Well, not toast, exactly. A bagel, maybe, or saltines; he hadn't quite figured it out yet. And then sometimes, she smelled like buttered popcorn, though that was really only when she needed a diaper change in a big way.

Which was kind of gross, now that he thought about it.

Viggo thought she smelled more like pastry. He liked to call her 'Tartlette' sometimes, theorizing that she was a mini-Orlando-apple pie.

For some reason, Orlando always got zingles from that, too.

When her breathing was quiet and even, Orlando carried her down the hall and tucked her into her crib for her afternoon nap, snuggling her in her Nemo blanket. He nearly giggled, remembering again the look on Viggo's face when he'd finally realized that Orlando had named their little girl after a bright blue amnesiac fish. Viggo crept in and turned on her little sound machine. He joined Orlando at the crib. They stood and watched her sleep for a minute, like they did so often, and Orlando felt that warm, full, neon pink sort of feeling in his chest.

He loved this feeling. And it was kind of amazing, how often it happened since the adoption had gone through and their baby girl had come home with them.

Geez, life was good.

They tip-toed out and Viggo swoop-hugged his arms around Orlando.

"You know what today is?" he whispered, his eyes all sparkly.

"You remembered!" Orlando whispered back, his smile spreading from ear to ear. "You remembered it's... that day!"

"Of course I remembered," Viggo said. "And I love that you still won't say it."

Orlando felt his cheeks heat happily. It was kind of silly, he knew, to be embarrassed to say things like, "It's the anniversary of the first time you took me into your bed and into your hands and made me come so hard it was like the sun exploded and everything was all yellow and glowy and wonderful," when he could do it. Had done it. Still did it. A lot. And really, really loved to do it.

Really.

But actually saying the words, outside of their bedroom, and without a boatload of arousal hormones racing around his bloodstream... well, that was just... different.

Though the more he stood here, kissing Viggo in the hallway all hushy so they didn't wake their daughter, the more it was seeming like a really good idea to at least do it again.

"I asked Elijah to babysit tonight," Orlando whispered. "So we could... well, so I could... take you. Out, I mean. Take you out. Like, uh, like a date."

Viggo's eyes narrowed. "I asked Elijah to babysit tonight. Two weeks ago."

Orlando's eyes got big. "I asked him last week." He shivered as Viggo drew small, slow Viggo Circles on the back of his shoulder. "YaYa's getting too good at keeping secrets, I think."

"I'm not sure..." Viggo kissed Orlando's temple, "...I want to wait," He kissed Orlando's cheek, "...until tonight." He punctuated the sentiment with a slow, sucky kiss to Orlando's neck. Orlando's knees did their best imitation of a puddle.

"Maybe you could - - uh... take me - - oh geez - - on a date... before our date?" Orlando managed to gasp. "Please?"

Viggo's eyes got crinkly.

In the sanctuary of their bedroom, they undressed and fell into each other, again and for the first time. They stroked and rocked and crested and rested, and through it all, Orlando remembered aloud in breathless murmurs how very much he loved Viggo.

-end-
but... interlude 1 is here. :)