(2018-12-22) Christmas In Reykjavik
Calvin and Vic arrive in Iceland and make some life decisions.
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calvin..vic..

When you are dating a rock star, you do not fly commercial. You are not going to spend over a day getting to Reykjavik, Iceland with 3 stops and long layovers. You spend eight hours in the air in a chartered private jet. Calvin is a poor flyer, nervous and a little prone to sickness, so he drugs up in the car as they arrive. Dramamine, Xanax, a neck pillow, and noise canceling headphones do not make for a good companion in flight. He does apologize and promises to make it up to her on the ground.

The hotel is right in the middle of the city. Their room isn't just any room though. It's a tower, decorated in art deco. Two floors with the bedroom on the first. The second story is mostly a living room with a panoramic view of Reykjavik's skyline. It had to have been the skyline that attracted Calvin, because that is the first place he goes when they arrive. He just leans against the wall, admiring.

*

Vic is fortunately a stable flyer, but it's her first time in a plane sober. This isn't any plane though. She can watch tv, stretch out and nap on the sofa…SOFA or in the lush leather recliners, listen to music, eat the food they bring her. Mostly, though, she reads. She's been doing a lot of research lately on some of her cases, and her laptop is with her for the downtime during the flight to and from. Promises are made not to even glance at it when they land though.

The hotel is mesmerizing and Vic takes the time to look over every inch of it in awe. Then she moves up beside Calvin to lean against him and gaze out at the skyline with him. "This place is magical," she says softly, reverently, as if speaking loudly would be an affront to the beauty of it all.

*

"Mmm.." Calvin nods and winds his arm around Vic. "I didn't make an itinerary or anything. I figured we'd just…go with the flow. Hrm? I mean, we have to see the northern lights and I wanted to go whale watching but…" He shrugs a little and smiles, sheepishly. "I want this to be totally relaxing. We, both, have had a rough time these last few years but I think that…the best has yet to come. We are almost out of the woods. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel."

*

"And maybe swim in the blue lagoon. Supposed to be good for the body and soul. Great way to clear the way for the new year," Vic murmurs, nestling into the curve of his arm. "You're the light at the end of my tunnel, Calvin. You know that right?" she asks with a smile, looking from the view to the man. "Did you get to have the talk with Wren yet?" she asks, gently.

*

Calvin nods and pulls away to sit down. "God…I don't deserve her, Vic." He says, leaning forward and hanging his head. "She was so mature about it. She took it well. We cried a little." He chuckles and sniffs. "In the end, we parted as friends. She called me Dad and I was embarrassed. Dads are…they are the men who raise you. I'm just her father. I made her. I told her she didn't have to call me that and she was relieved. So was I. After the holidays, I'm going to sit my folks down and tell them about her. I don't know how that will go but I know she would benefit from more family. I mean, who doesn't like more love, right?" He leans back now. "Yeah…if she calls me Dad, I would have earned it." He looks up at the ceiling, in thought. "Vic? You hit the change yet?"

*

Vic smiles warmly at his admission. "I'm glad you told her, Calvin. She needed to know she wasn't without family. After this trip, I was thinking of trying to make peace with my dad, too. Our relationship has healed a hell of a lot of bits of me, and given me the courage to work on the rest of those old wounds too." She crosses to sit in a chair and blinks at him. "The change? Oh menopause? No, no few years off from that I think. I thought about just having the works removed a couple of times, since the plumbing wasn't being used, but never quite could do it. Evan always said we didn't know what would be tomorrow, so not to burn bridges. I don't think he meant with that but, it stuck with me. Why?"

*

"Y-You know how…I always say I hate kids and blah, blah? Well…" Calvin begins with a brief huff. "I mean, I got fixed but…I don't know. It's…stray thought. I'm feeling sentimental and emotional as the new year comes. I'm looking back and wondering what'll left behind and oh…I am five minutes from buying a Ferrari and ditching you for Willow." He smiles, lopsided and chuckles. "How do you feel about babies? In general."

*

Vic blinks and, as he lets out all his emotional baggage from the year, she moves to sit in his lap and put her arms around him. "Oh Cal. If you ditch me for Willow you'd be back on the sauce after 10 minutes of her rainbows and kittens," she says with a gentle smile. "As for babies it just never happened. I wanted them, but after Evan died I didn't ever meet someone I wanted to date let alone share anything else with. Not until you." She tilts her head. "Do you really want a baby?" she asks, curiously. That is not a no.

*

Calvin shrugs a bit. "Maybe." He winds his arms around her. "It's not hate or a lack of love that holds me back. It's fear. I was scared of being tied down but that's passed. I don't want to fuck up but parents will fuck up. That's the circle of life." He looks at her for a few seconds. "Make up with your Dad. Try, at least. You are his little girl. I just found out about my kid and…I just want to be close to her." Beat. "Yeah. I think I want a baby. I mean…no rush." He chuckles nervously. "I'd have to get a reversal so…if that's something we want to do. It'll be an act. A whole damn deal."

*

"Get the reversal." It's a simple statement from Vic, and she kisses his temple. "There //is/ a little bit of a rush you know. I am in my 40s. I think, I think I'd like to be a mom. Taking care of Willow has helped me see that. And if I'm going to have a kid, I'd want one with you, Calvin. I love you. I didn't think I'd ever love anyone ever again after Evan died, but you proved me so very wrong. And this isn't the teenage overwhelming love I had with him. This is real, adult, walked through the fire together love."

*

Calvin gets all red around his eyes, flushing. He looks away and smiles. "Alright. A whole damn deal. I'll make an appointment ASAP." He starts to chuckle. "I love you, Vic. Making a baby with you wouldn't be a mistake, I know that much. You'll make a great mom." He pauses a moment as his eyes fall on the windows. "This time, next year, we'll have a bun in the oven. Fuck, that is a weird feeling. Thinking about procreation without fear in my heart. Well, it's a good fear. A fear that drives. I'm doing the festival circuit next year around the album's release. I will not be gone more than a few days at a time. When it's over? I don't know what I want to do. Music has changed a lot since I began. World tours are for pop stars and washed up old men. Maybe, with Wren and you and our kid? I'll just settle down. Produce, compose…or reignite my professional songwriting gig." He leans in a little. "We would not believe how many songs are out there with my hand in them. I write really good pop. I just don't want to sing it." He takes advantage of this closer space and steals a kiss, a long one.

*

"Or maybe work on finding new talent?" Vic offers. "I still love your karaoke place idea. And I know I'm in good hands with you, and our kid will be too. Wow, can you believe this?" She blinks at tears. "Best Christmas ever." She returns the kiss just as deeply, and never wants to let him go.

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