(2018-12-26) Wayward Wanderers Return
Vic and Calvin return to Calaveras and let Willow and Everett in on the news.
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Boxing Day! It's December 26th, the day of the mighty gift return rush, and also the return of Vic and Calvin from their trip to Iceland. It's mid-afternoon when there is a rattle of the key in the door to the office, and it swings open to reveal a mildly greenish, very bundled up, Victoria Gray, who is carrying precisely none of her own luggage, despite likely trying to get Calvin to let her do so. The woman looks tired, but it was a long flight which could explain it, or the time change, or many other things, as she stomps the snow off her boots on the threshold before coming inside and tugging off her gloves.

*

Calvin's got the luggage and from his flushed, annoyed expression, this was indeed a small disagreement. He places the luggage near the door upstairs and leans against the wall, tiredly. He's looking a little greenish himself, and bleary in the eyes as he kicks off snow and unlayers himself. "Man…we got a lot of shit to work out." He comments quietly. "…Fuck."

*

Willow is in the office, since she sort of lives there, though she is not alone. Everett is there too. And when the door opens to reveal Vic and Calvin, they quickly break their kiss and Willow, completely naturally, starts to rearrange things on the front counter. It was what she was doing all along! "It may be Christmas, when life is not sick, But not everyone is happy, so you may need a dick." Seasonal greeting supplied she suddenly looks alarmed at Vic's state. "Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Did you get Icelandic flu? Do they have flu in Iceland? I bet it is a cold flu since, you know, ice is involved. A whole land of ice. Does it disappear in summer?" And Calvin doesn't look happy either. Trouble in paradise! "Umm…is everything okay?"

*

Blinking a little as the kissy-fu is suddenly aborted, Everett looks much more relaxed and probably much less guilty as he remains seated at Willow's desk. Or whatever desk Willow would normally work at. He holds up a peace sign when Vic and Calvin enter, but otherwise doesn't say anything. He does quirk an eyebrow, though, looking between the two.

*

Vic looks at Calvin with an expression of 'ya think!?' on her face, before she looks at her assistant. "No, Calvin gave me a parasite at Thanksgiving," she declares. It's true. In the loosest sense. "I'm fine. I'll be fine. It's nothing bad." She shrugs out of her coat and scarf and drapes them on her desk chair for the moment. "How were things here while we were gone?"

*

Calvin upnods to Everett in greeting. He snorts and covers his mouth at Vic's parasite comment, adding, "Everything's fine. We had a great time in Iceland and it was as beautiful as people say. Just dark. Long, long nights." And then, he falls silent, watching the women.

*

"A parasite? Like a worm? Or a tick? I mean, Calvin has a beard and everything so I could understand ticks or fleas" Willow muses, completely aware he is in the room too. "Everything was great here" she promises with a smile. "We had a great Christmas. I went to dinner at Everett's parent's house. They were such nice people. We had sex in his old room which I don't think his mom was /too/ happy about, but they like me. Right?" She looks to Everett for confirmation before continuing. "And we had to dash up to Aurora before the government shutdown to get emergency passports for the New Year trip - thanks so much Calvin. Hey, do you know how we get membership to the Mile High Club? The travel agent just looked at me weird. Oh, Vic! Did you go to the penis museum and get me something from the gift shop?"

*

Blink. Blink blink blink. Blink blink. Everett /was/ just chilling on the couch, watching the interactions between the other people in the room. But, then Willow has to go on that TMInfo dump and he jumps up from the couch and comes up behind Willow, intent on wrapping his arms around her and turning her away. … too late, though. So, instead, he just winds up shaking his head woefully and moving to stand next to her. "… my /dad/ likes you fine. My moms … might take a sec," he offers. And then he double-takes. "Wait, what do you mean penis museum?" he asks, looking at his girlfriend incredulously.

*

"Not a worm or a tick or fleas. Something that'll be with me til sometime in August if things go right, then with all of us for at least 18 years," Vic declares with a smirk, ignoring the rest of the flood of questions from the girl since this may be a tad more important. She watches Willow, waiting for the lightbulb to go on over the girl's head.

*

"I knocked her up, Willow." Calvin deadpans, pulling out his phone to fuss with it. "You are welcome for the trip. Where did you two pick?" Calvin moves right along. "Also, fucking in the parent's house is kinda disrespectful." He gives both of them the stink eye. "I need to make a few calls. The Mile High Club is when you fuck on the plane. Don't do that. They will kick you off and you will waste my money. I'll be upstairs." And he makes a quick escape. Coward.

*

"Oh, yes, there's a penis museum in Reyk…Rey…Rayvic. I hoped Vic would go and check it out for me." Willow listens intently to Vic's words, eyes narrowing. "Ooh…a riddle. I like riddles." She sucks on her lower lip as she thinks hard. "So it is inside you for nine months and then infects everyone else for eighteen years? Wow, that's a long time. So am I already infected or does infection only happen in August? Gosh…let me think…" And then Calvin ruins it…though not at first. "He hit you?" she gasps at Vic before pouting at being disrespectful. They're teenagers! "When you fuck on a plane? That's a club?" Then there is a sudden, and loud, squeal. "You're pregnant!!!" Willow rushes over to give Vic a squeezing hug. "Oh my gosh! No wonder you didn't need to go to the penis museum. E! Vic is going to have a baby!!" The teen looking rather flustered as she pulls back from the hug. "There's so much we need to do. Gosh, I'm going to have to find a crib. And we need to get baby clothes. And nappies, lots of nappies. And we have to figure out what school they're going to. Can't leave it too late."

*

There's a facepalm as everybody explains to Willow what she didn't get. And then Calvin's giving them the stink eye? Everett just sighs and chuckles to himself before moving back to the seat he'd previously occupying. He drops onto it, unceremoniously, and slouches, letting his legs spread out as he leans back and folds his hands behind his head.

*

"Coward!" Vic mutters after Calvin. Look at him flee! Just like a man, leaving her to all the crazy her assistant is about to unleash. And unleash it she does. Vic is hugged and then bombarded by a river of Willow-speak. "Slow your roll, Wil," she cautions, with her hands up to fend off any more squeezing. "I'm 45. This might not end well. But we're going to do everything we can to help it get there. Ok? It took us both by surprise and we're still kind of recovering from the shock of it all."

*

"Of course it will go well" Willow pouts at her boss. "I mean, you don't get pregnant by accident, do you? The Universe wants you to get pregnant. Or God if you prefer. Though the last time God got someone pregnant…" She's not sure where she's going with this so she will resume the rainbow talk instead. "Let me get you a coffee. Oh, can you still have coffees? A juice? Water? Age is just a number. And I am going to be with you every day and night." Which may be more of a threat. She frowns over at Everett. "Should we still go away? Vic needs us." Willow looks back at Vic. "You were surprised? Umm…don't you know how it happens?"

*

Everett looks surprised when Willow suggests they may not go on their trip after all. But, being the supportive, understanding type of boyfriend he is, he shrugs a little. "Yeah, you prolly won't have no fun if we go an' all you thinkin' 'bout is Vic. Spend the whole trip worrying," he says. "We can stay. No big deal."

*

"Calvin had a vasectomy three years ago. Turns out his baby making gear decided to find its way back to connecting itself. Doc said it's rare but it happens. Like Ian Malcom said, 'Life finds a way.'" Vic frowns, wondering if they're old enough for Jurassic Park quotes. "So it's kind of a miracle baby. We'd actually just decided to get his operation reversed and try, and whammo, it was already in motion. And don't you even think about skipping this trip. Calvin and I need some alone time and we need to let our families know and such."

*

Calvin slid back into the room while Vic was explaining the How of the matter. He adds, "I'm gonna be up Vic's ass until she sees a doctor, so do not worry about her Willow. Please, go have fun. Fuck in more inappropriate places…away from here." He sounds a little exasperated but still in good humor. "We have a lot to discuss. A lot."

*

Willow nods to Calvin, though she is sad she is being sent away at this important time. Still, they get to go on a trip. Especially after all the effort they made to get those passports. "I'll still be fun" she promises Everett. Is she ever anything else? "Could I get that name of that vasectomy surgeon? I don't want him doing any heart bypasses in my furture." She gets the quote. He said it in Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom too. ""Everything will be fine. I promise. And then I will have a sister or brother. Or both! Do you have any children already, Calvin?"

*

Whelp. Trips back on. Sweet! Everett just shrugs again and remains in his seat. Just so long as Willow doesn't get baby envy out of this, he's totally content to sit on the sidelines, an innocent bystander. "Oh, you always fun, 'low. But, you also get pretty worked up about stuff. Wouldn't want you worked up about stuff here while we tryin'a do stuff there. 's all I'm sayin'," he offers, smiling.

*

Vic sits down in her desk chair because fatigue is a real thing at this time. "Go and have a great time you two! I insist!" She really does. "And I'll keep you updated in texts, Wil, if that makes it easier for you." She smiles over at Calvin, tired, maybe still a little salty around the edges, but a smile.

*

Calvin chuckles. "I have my surgeon handled, but thank you, Willow. I'm sure this is from no fault of his. I got sober and healthy just a year after and sometimes, a lifestyle change can kick the pipes back in place or whatever. I'm not, okay, look—We are shocked and tired but we are happy and fine." He moves over to the desk and leans on the edge. "I have a daughter. 19." He adds, shifting his gaze away. "Add this to the pile of shit to tell my parents…"

*

"I'm almost nineteen" Willow grins to Calvin, since that is obviously relevant. "My birthday is next week…or the week after next. Soon. Your daughter will be soooo excited about having a sister…or brother." She is excited so everyone else will be, right? Her eyes go wide. "Oh my gosh! We have to organise a wedding too! Right?" A pout for Everett. "I am totally in control at all times. Just…excited. You have my number, Vic? Don't forget we'll be on the other side of the world but I'm /pretty/ sure their phones work the same way. So, yes, def text. And we'll send you pics of what we're up to." A pause. "Though not the sex in inappropriate places."

*

"No, I know you is," Everett responds to Willow's pout at him. But then she makes the comment about the sexy times and he just shakes his head again and chuckles. Leave it to Willow to state the obvious when she's the one that misses it more often than most. "Love you, 'low," he comments, quietly, smirking to himself.

*

"Pfft, just wait til we talk to mine. 'Hi Dad, I came to make up, by the way, I'm pregnant and this rock star is the father. Sorry I was a shit for the last fifteen years!" Vic shakes her head. "Mom will be over the moon though. I know it hurt her not to have a grandkid. And she's a retired nurse though, so she'll have our back through all this. She'll make sure we're not screwing it up." She reaches a hand up to squeeze one of Calvin's gently. The Willow brings up the OTHER 'W' word and she blinks a bit, having not thought about that.

*

"No one said anything about a wedding." Calvin says, incredulously. He looks back at Vic. "Best not mention the festival tour next year. Let's kick that can down the road a-ways." He leans down to kiss her hand. "So, where did the two of you decide to go?"

*

"No wedding? But…baby?" Even Willow's parents got married when they had her. And they were way younger than these two. And they're still together! Still, they are a different generation. Maybe they did things different in the 1950s when Vic and Calvin grew up. "Sydney! We're going to the land Down Under!" A pause. "By plane. Because they're in the future, and it's such a long trip, we have to leave on Friday. I've been packing for a couple of days. And I have to buy swimwear too. Not much call for it here. It's going to be sooooo exciting. Thanks so much, Calvin!"

*

"… wait … how much you pack?" Everett asks, his eyebrow quirking as he shoots a look at Willow. "You know you can't take but one carry on and one checked bag, right?" he asks, suspicious. "Oh, and yeah. Thanks for the trip, Calvin. Ain't never left Colorado before, so this'll be cool."

*

Vic perhaps wisely stays mum on the wedding bit, but her eyes do get a little squinty when Willow brings up the impending baby. That was a monkey wrench in the old lifeworks. To let your kid be a bastard or no? "Well you two will have a great time. Just don't let any of the wildlife near you. I hear a lot of it is dangerous. As for me," Vic stands slowly, creakily. "I need to go take my shoes off and change into comfy clean clothes."

*

Calvin beams at Everett. "No shit? Well, you are in for a real treat, man. Sydney at New Year's is…man, the fireworks over the opera house? Nothing like it." He chuckles lightly. "Travel was a big deal for me when I was a kid. I loved going places and seeing new things. Meeting people. I am a bad flyer but I put up with it, gladly, to see the world." He regards Willow as he moves to follow Vic. "Honey, I've stood at the alter three times. Could you maybe understand my reluctance to try a fourth?" Beat. "I love Vic. I do, alright but this has nothing to do with love, okay?"

*

Nothing to do with love? Willow is confused now, looking between Vic and Calvin for a moment. She thought they loved each other. Still, her confusion is brief as she is distracted by other things to talk about. A roll of her eyes and a shake of her head at Everett. "Silly. I only have the one carry on but it's hard to decide what to take, you know?" Not that she has a lot of choice without spending money. "Take care, Vic. I'm so happy for you both." She fingewaves to each of them…and then fingerwaves to Vic's belly too.

*

Everett throws up another peace sign as Vic and Calvin head for the stairwell. "Congrats, y'all," he says, not budging from the chair. "We leavin' for Sydney on Friday, so y'all have to put up with Willow til then, but I'll try 'n keep her outta your hair," he adds, grinning.

*

Vic is now flushing at Calvin's words and feeling a bit like an ant in a room of giants. She heads for the door upstairs and belligerently takes one of her own bags. Clearly that hit her in a way she hadn't expected it too. When they just weren't talking about it, it was fine. Having it aired? Stings a little. "Have a great trip!" she calls back over her shoulder as she heads up to her apartment quickly.

*

Calvin snorts as he waves goodbye. He shakes his head and says, quietly, "They let her vote. Join the Army. Drive…" He laughs a little and heads upstairs.

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