VICTOR's POV

Sitting in my hotel room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the files on the table in front of me. I still couldn't get over the fact the bastard made me sign a contract about the marriage, but he knew very well how to force me into it. There was no way I would let him just walk away when I found out he had Oliver investigated all those years ago. Seeing how thick the folder was, I was curious even before he let me take a peek inside. After looking inside, it was a done deal. Especially when I saw there were many weird looking medical records and analyses.

Now, I was officially screwed. I agreed to the wedding by putting my signature on the fucking paper, and there was no way out, unless I wanted to lose my job and standing. Moreover, as I found out from Alison yesterday night, when I got back, she had to agree as well, though she refused to tell me why. To put it simply, there was no way out of this predicament for either of us, so we were as good as married, even though the actual ceremony would be next month.

Sighing, I leaned back, staring at the white ceiling. I had the files since yesterday night, but I wasn't brave enough to look inside yet. Which was a bit irritating considering I've just sold my soul to the devil for it.

Turing my eyes towards the table, I took a deep breath. There was no way I was going to act like a pussy for another minute. Grabbing the folder with unnecessary force, I opened it, my eyes automatically reading over the first few words. It was now or never.

*****

It was past seven in the evening when Nelson decided to show up. I was sitting in the same chair as before, and the only change in the scenery was the mess on the table and the half-finished glass of scotch next to me. There was just no way I could've read the files to the end without the help of alcohol. I figured as much after finishing the first one.

"Hey, what's up? I haven't seen you since yesterday! Are you-" he started, but when his eyes landed on the glass and the mess of papers I made on the table, the voice got stuck in his throat.

Laughing bitterly, I took one stack of documents and threw it at him, waiting for his reaction after reading it. I was sure he would have a lot to say about it, but the silence that followed proved me wrong. It looked as if he was reading through it more than once, and even after finishing it for whatever time it was, the bewilderment written all over his face didn't disappear.

"What the hell is this? Are you into sci-fi now or what?" he asked after a while, his eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl.

"These are medical records, over five years old." I took a swig of the drink and looked at him blankly. I could practically see the wheels in Nels' head turning. Reading through the papers one more time, his expression changed from confused one to shocked one in a span of few seconds.

"Are you trying to tell me there's an actual possibility a man can get pregnant now? 'Cause that's what it seems like based on these papers, and it's honestly pretty fucked up. How could a man get pregnant, Vic? Dude, that's impossible. No matter how you look at it, it's not happening. No way. How would you even create a womb inside a body that is not made to have one? Damn, I think I feel sick," he threw the papers back on the table, going over to the couch. Sitting down, he leaned against the headrest, probably in attempts to make himself feel better again. The color in his face was unusually pale, his eyes staring at me as if I've gone mad.

Sighing, I rubbed my eyes tiredly, emptying the glass in one go. I reacted almost identically all those hours ago, so I couldn't really blame him for his disbelieve.

"Looks like it is possible. I was thinking the same thing so I looked it up, and it's true. It's not even a secret or anything. It was an experiment that started almost 10 years ago, and based on these papers, Oliver was one of the first guinea pigs that took a part in it." I stood up, going towards the big window that overlooked the harbor. The sun was just setting, and the lights in the streets started to light up. It would be calming and beautiful sight if it wasn't for the circumstances.

"Apparently, you have to start the procedure in early teens, which is fucked up if you ask me. Who would let their kid be a part of a new experiment in such an early stage of their life? Oliver's parents have to be mad. But anyway," I paused, turning so I would face Nelson, who was still in a bit of a shock, based on his expression.

"From what the investigator gathered, he was one of the few that ended up being a success. I don't really care for the details, but it seems like you have to have some kind of gen or something. Whatever. The most important thing right now is the fact Oliver can have kids. And he didn't even bother to tell me when we were still together. Don't you think I should've known considering we slept together? I could've got him pregnant and he fucking didn't tell me! How fucked up is that?" I almost yelled, feeling like punching something. The wall behind Nelson looked really appealing for that matter.

Running my hand through my hair angrily, I walked towards the couch and sat down next to Nels.

"It's not like he found out after we broke up. He knew all along he could have kids and just decided to keep it a secret. Isn't that something you should tell your partner, especially when you're with him for over two years? Who is really the bad guy here?" I grumbled, dragging my hand over my face tiredly. As much as I was used to thinking, my brain was at its limit for today. The information was too much to absorb in one go. All I really wanted to do at the moment was to get wasted. But that was impossible. Even though my craving was really strong, so strong I felt like pulling my hair out; I had work tomorrow. And although my father decided he would got there instead of me today – to give me some time to recover from the news, as he said – there was no one to stand in for me tomorrow.

"You know, it's not like he actually had a kid. I understand you're angry he didn't tell you, but as long as he didn't get pregnant, you don't really need to concern yourself with it now, right?" Nelson looked at me, all serious.

"You're pissed off, I can see that and I understand. These are some really shocking news, and you're probably thinking about all the things that could've happened before. It's a matter of principle, I get it. But being angry about it right now will not help you in any way." He placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it so hard I had a need to get away.

"We both know how hot headed you can get, and what you're able to do while in that state. If you really have a need to go and talk about it with him, it would be better to do so after few days. Confronting him now would end up badly, for both of you."

Frowning at him, I kept on staring until he looked away, his hand dropping down.

"Don't look at me as if I was the villain. You know I'm right, Vic. You might hate your father, but you're taking after him in this department. Both of you get angry too easily and do things you regret later on," he finished, standing up and going over to the table where the scotch was. Pouring himself a glass, he knocked it back immediately and poured another one.

"I'd love to take you out so you could take your mind off it, but you would probably overdo it with drinks and wouldn't be able to wake up on time tomorrow. So," he turned, taking the bottle with him and grabbing my empty glass on his way back to the couch.

"What about having few drinks with me here? There's only one bottle now, and it's not enough to get you drunk." Smirking, he sat back down, filled my glass up and handed it to me.

"Cheers." Clinking the glasses, we both took a sip. I guess I could keep him a company tonight. It's been a while since we spent the night like this.

*****

Going to work today was easier than I expected. After talking and drinking for over four hours, we got to our beds a bit after midnight. My mind was relaxed so I fell asleep almost immediately, and even this morning was kind of easygoing as I wasn't feeling so angry anymore. That itself, though, should've told me that something would go wrong. There just couldn't be a day in my life when something wouldn't get fucked up.

After getting our coffees that waited for us at the reception with a note, as the receptionist was not there at that moment – probably running around a different department or using a bathroom, I opened the door to my office. Seeing all the papers on my table made my mood drop several levels. But it was nothing compared to the moment when I realized we were not the only ones inside.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone. There's probably a lot you would want to talk about after what happened in the past few days," Nels said when he noticed the person as well. It looked like he was a bit hesitant to leave, but did so anyway.

"See ya later." He patted me on the shoulder, leaving me in the situation that probably couldn't get any crappier.

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Finally an update, huh? Sorry for taking so long!

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Now, this is really random, but am I the only one here who is terrified of deep water where you cannot see the bottom? Like, whenever I'm on a vacation, spending my time by the sea and go to the water, there is just no way I would go further than where I can still feel the sand under my feet (standing only on my toes makes me panic and I have to get back to the spot where my whole feet would be touching the bottom of the sea). The only exception I made was last year when we were on a ship trip and could go swimming near a small island. I was capable of getting into the water because it was so clear we could see the stones and fish at the bottom even though it was really deep.

I'm asking because I just saw a picture of people diving in this huge hole at the bottom of the ocean (or sea), and it made me literally sick to the stomach. I was slowly panicking while looking at it, and it was only a picture! Damn >.<