/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.
Istvan was fast asleep after his impromptu drinking session with Drake. Viktoria had the presence of mind to cancel his scheduled appointments for the next day after Drake left. She’d left voicemails informing people he were terribly sorry, but would have to reschedule due to stomach flu. She knew no one would ask any questions if she said that! The state he was in tonight, she knew there was no way he’d want to sit through the hours of discussions on legal reform in his diary for tomorrow… She’d never seen him so drunk.. Drake was buzzed, but Istvan? Wow…
Viktoria lay under the duvet facing him. He was drunk, but he looked so peaceful. Istvan was a truly handsome man she mused. If he weren’t the king he could have been some sort of model. His dark skin was flawless, his cheekbones were high and sharp, his lips were full but fell slightly parted as he slept, ever so lightly snoring, his body relaxed from all the alcohol. She reached across and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. She had never loved anyone the way she loved him. Of all the things she’d doubted recently, out of everything she’d questioned, that was one thing that she was crystal clear on. She knew she was the reason he’d got stinking drunk. She realised that she was hurting him more than she knew and she couldn’t bear it. He was a good man and honestly, he would make a wonderful father. Viktoria just didn’t want to argue with him any more. What was it Drake had said? “You two’ll work it out”? How exactly were they going to do that, without one of them making a huge sacrifice or compromising how they felt?
She felt cold and anxious as she lay there, thoughts swirling round and round inside her head. No matter what way she looked at it, she couldn’t see how they could get past this. They weren’t on the same page. She simply wasn’t ready to be a mom. And honestly, she didn’t know if she ever would be. He wasn’t going to be happy without a child, and those feelings wouldn’t just go away. She’d known since early in their relationship that he wanted a family… Had she just been in denial when she thought she’d ‘warm up to the idea’? Deep down did she know she didn’t want this, but never told him in case it stopped him being with her…? He would grow to resent her for not giving him the child he craved… Maybe she would resent him for making her do something she didn’t really want to do? Or maybe if she just bit the bullet, it would be the best thing she ever did? But that would be a hell of a gamble… When did her fairy-tale get so complicated? She shifted in closer to him, breathing in the mixture of his cologne and alcohol, feeling the warmth of his strong body as he threw an arm over her, grumbling slightly. Viktoria blinked back her tears. She wanted to lie there nestled in his arms forever. Safe. Warm. Denying the uncertain future looming over them.
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Istvan jolted awake with a start – ‘What time is it?!’, scrambling for his phone on the bedside table, wailing as he saw the time,
“10.49?! Oh good God!! Viktoria?! It’s almost 11!! Why didn’t you wake me?!”
He was out the bed, trying to pull yesterdays shirt off before she’d made it into the bedroom with his coffee. She smiled at him,
“Ist it’s ok darling, you’re sick today. You can go back to bed. I’ve rescheduled everything you’d booked for today. I thought you might be a little delicate…”
He took his head in his hands letting slip a huge sigh of relief before melodramatically crawling back onto the soft mountain of pillows. Vik chuckled lightly, perching on the edge of the bed, handing him the piping mug of coffee,
“Here you go, you could probably use some caffeine around now…? Do you need some painkillers too?”
She moved to stand again, then looked down at him when no answer came, he was smiling softly at her. She smiled back, confused,
“What?”
Istvan shook his head,
“Nothing. You’re just… Thank you.”
She retrieved her own mug of coffee, a couple of paracetamol and a glass of water for him, before climbing onto the unmade bed beside him. Viktoria leaned back against the plush silver headboard, clasping the warming mug in both hands, savouring the taste as she sipped. They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Istvan turned to look at her, stroking her arm gently as he spoke,
“I’m sorry Vik.”
She raised one eyebrow. He continued,
“For getting so drunk. For going missing yesterday. For… this-”
he gestured towards his hungover, fully-clothed self,
“-for the way I behaved yesterday morning. Drake’s sort of made me see that I’m not helping anyone by putting pressure on you about a baby. I wasn’t trying to force anything onto you my love. I just for want us to have a family so badly, I thought if I could make you see how wonderful it would be… If you’d just stop thinking so much and…”
Viktoria sat sipping her coffee. She had nothing new to say, they’d already been through it, over and over and over… She didn’t want to do the full circle again. She closed her eyes and shook her head, praying that it wasn’t going to replay again,
“Ist…”
a ragged sigh left her body. He pulled her towards him, kissing her forehead,
“So in the spirit of not putting any pressure on you, I’m going to change the subject now.”
She gave him a hollow smile, her eyes glistening. ‘For how long…?’
