One More Night With You [BoyXBoy]

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My face fell. He was not going to take me back, he did not believe me. I felt utterly broken, but I needed to try harder.

"It won't, I swear. Vic, I love you. Why don't you believe me?" I cried, covering my face with my hands as I sobbed into them. I hated myself for being the way I was. If only I was born a different way, a way that did not hurt people I loved, everything would be so much easier.

"Because I honestly don't know if I can trust you anymore. All we've been doing recently is fighting. I just need to think everything over again. You should go now."

Vic looked like he was in pain when he stepped back into his house. My swimming eyes widened when I saw him reach for the handle. He began closing the door on me, locking me out of his life. I needed to do something quickly before he shut me out completely.

"My dad died a few days ago," I blurted out in a surprisingly even voice.

Vic froze in place, an expression of shock prominent on his features. He looked so surprised, and his mouth opened and closed constantly ad if he was trying to say something but didn't know what would be appropriate.

Finally, after a few moments, Vic composed himself. He stood up straighter and seemed conflicted.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, but it doesn't change-"

"My dad died a few days ago," I repeated, cutting him off. "And it made me realise something very important."

I took a deep breath in preparation for all I would say.

"It made me realise that the time I have with people I love is limited, so I should live with them in the now and make nice memories and share amazing experiences," I paused, collecting my thoughts and biting my lip, before looking up, straight into Vic's eyes, and carrying on. "Every minute I spend with you is a new happy memory, and all those days I didn't talk to you feel like I wasted them. Everything has been completely going to shit in my life recently and the only thing keeping me grounded are thoughts of all the great memories I've made with you and the ones we could make in the future. I don't want to lose you."

Vic's expression completely changed with the more he heard from me. It was like I was opening his eyes up to how I viewed things. He seemed hopeful, but uncertain as he played with the sleeves of his shirt, as if he was weighing the difficult pros and cons. Finally, the boy looked up at me through his eyelashes and, in a small voice, said, "Really?"

"Really. I love you so much and I'll never hurt you again."

I was crying again, but this time it was tears of joy and relief as soon as a smile blessed Vic's face and extinguished his previous grave expression. All I needed was some validation that we were okay again for me to take pride in, and it came in the form of Vic opening up his arms.

I crashed into his hug so forefully that both of us were pushed backwards into the house. I was beaming as I craved the closeness of Vic's touch. His fingers tangled into my hair and I could not help but carry on apologising into his ear in a desperate whisper. I cried so much, I could not help it. I had been so afraid of losing him that getting him back was almost overwhelming. He constantly repeated that he loved me and it made me feel so much better.

Standing there, with Vic's protective arms around me, made a strange sensation come over me. It was a feeling that, no matter what stood in our way, whether it's bullies or financial difficulties or family problems, the two of us (soon three) could get through anything as long as we stuck together. It was a connection like no other and, although we were still young, I just knew that we would last.

***

To say that life went uphill from there was an understatement.

I was there to see Vic graduate and felt so proud of him. During the summer that followed, we made some very hard decisions. Vic decided that, despite mine and his parents' protests, university was not his thing and he would not be attending it. He had never been the academic type, so it was a justified decision, but I felt uneasy with it. It did, however, help when the baby came and I had to go to school, so Vic could stay behind and look after him.

Giving birth was a strange experience. It was especially weird because, although the pain I went through was the worst thing I had felt in my life, I felt like it was worth it. It was also quite amusing as, during the actual birth, Vic got so overwhelmed that he passed out. Doctors had to drag him away, meaning that he did not get to cut the umbilical cord, but it still served as a good memory, because those were the most important.

Luckily Vic dropped his crazy baby name ideas and we decided to call our little boy 'Raymond'. He mainly stayed in Vic's house, as his parents supplied us with most of the items we needed, mainly because they could afford it and we couldn't.

Although we missed his prom, Vic was able to attend mine and we had a great time while my mum looked after our baby. Next came my graduation and the news that I had, indeed, received a scholarship. Finding that out was one of the happiest moments of my life.

As soon as I left school, Vic and I decided that we wanted to move away. It was a difficult choice, but we felt as though it would be a good route to independence for us. We finally found a good use for the house my father had left me in his will, so we ended up moving all the way from California to Michigan. I missed the weather, but at least I ended up being accepted to an amazing local university. Vic's dad had given him a very well-paying job in a branch of his label which was based in our area so, for the first time in my life, I felt financially secure.

I had a job too, but it was only part-time so that there would always be someone to look after Raymond. He rarely saw both of us at once, but the weekends were like a blessing to our little family in which all of us could spend time together.

My transition had been postponed for a while, but Vic and I did not particularly want another child, so I started HRT as soon as it was safe to do so. That was another great moment.

As for Raymond, I had a test done to see who the real father was. This was all mainly out of curiosity because, to me, Vic would always be the real parental figure for our little boy. I wanted to open up the envelope with him, but Vic refused and said, "I don't care whose baby he really is - I'll treat him as my own either way". It was strong and respectable of him to say that, but I gave in more easily. I saw the results and, although they were not the ones I had been wholeheartedly hoping for, it was like Vic said. The results did not matter, we would always be Raymond's real parents.

Our family had its ups and downs, but overall we were so happy and content. Vic and I were still young and inexperienced, but we knew that we would raise an amazing son who we would grow to be proud of. Every moment spent with each other was a new memory, and every memory we made together was a new reason to smile.

The End

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Whoop there it is, the end. I hope you guys enjoyed this story and how it turned out. It was fun but I started getting bored of it close to the end but whatevs.

Thanks for sticking with me and reading my shit lol