Saving Me [MxM]

Chapter 18 (Part Three)

“And if the father’s with someone else who doesn’t want anything to do with the kid?”

"If the father wants to be with the kid, but the father's...partner, I guess, doesn't, then the partner is an asshole. That person has taken part in making something amazing. If their partner doesn't like it, then they can fuck off."

Varian winced a little, shifting on the couch. “I see.”

Andrea frowned. "Why do you ask?"

“Because I wanted the mother’s perspective.” Varian said, sighing quietly. “I wanted to see if you’d have something helpful to say.”

"Helpful?" Andrea frowned more, looking at Varian fully while Curran reached up to touch her hair.

“It’s...kind of hard to explain. I don’t know if Nathan would appreciate it.”

"He'll be fine."

Pausing, Varian chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. “Alright. I’m supposed to have a kid with Jecklynn. So she’ll leave Nathan and I alone. But I’m not sure how I feel about the baby. What I should do,” he said. “I don’t want to repeat my parents, and Nathan tells me to do what I want, that it’s my kid, but he’s not happy with it.”

Andrea sighed. "Well. Now that I've called Nate an asshole,” she said, then thought about it and shrugged. "Never mind, that's a normal thing. I think Nathan had the right idea, actually. If you want to be in the child's life, then be in it. Fuck what he thinks. The only reason he isn't happy with it is because you’re his boyfriend, and he hates Jecklynn. It's entirely up to you."

Nodding, Varian took a drink. “Thank you.”

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Finals week. Or weeks, technically. The entire period lasted two to three weeks overall.

Two to three weeks of a campus full of irritable, energy drink-driven students. Nathan included.

He sighed as he downed his third cup of coffee for the morning, which had gone cold and he winced at the way it slithered down his throat. He was not a fan of cold coffee. Nathan still had regular classes during the finals prep weeks, but thankfully he didn’t have anywhere to be until roughly noon.

Deciding he was done with studying for the morning, he pushed away from his desk with a sigh, looking over to Vince’s bed. Vince was laying back on it, trying to balance a pencil on the end of his nose.

Procrastination was also a major part of finals week.

“The fuck are you doing?” Nathan asked quietly. It was dead silent in the entire dorm, mainly because everyone was studying, and the RAs got real pissy if you made any noise. Vince snorted, the pencil falling off to the side as he sat up.