I did a Sparia one, so now here's a Jori! I already mentioned that I'm only going to be doing Jori and Sparia for a while, right? The prompts I found are perfect for these two pairings and I already have a ton of ideas on how to go about writing both versions. I liked the story line better for this one, but I like the humor of the Sparia one. Anyways, ON WITH THE FIC!
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or any of the characters...yeah yeah you know the drill.
'Hey mom?'
'What's up, T?'
'Where do babies come from?'
Damn...I was hoping to avoid this talk for as long as possible. 'Is Mama here?'
'She went shopping with Auntie Trina and Uncle Beck.' Our 6 year old son, Tyler, says.
'Can this wait until she gets home? I'm sure she'll have something to say about it.' I ask.
Just my luck. As soon as those words leave my mouth, my wife walks through the door with shopping bags.
'Mama! Nice timing! Where do babies come from? Mom said you'd have something to say about it.' Tyler says, looking at Tori expectantly.
'Jade!' Tori yells, sounding like she did in high school.
'Would you rather I tell him?' I ask, knowing she wouldn't want me telling our son something like that.
Tori sighs, defeated, then smiles a bit. 'Well, Ty, when two people love each other-'
I groan and cut her off. 'You're not gonna give him that sh-...BS, are you?'
'Well, it's true!' Tori argues.
'Not all children are born like that you know!'
He's 6!'
I sigh and motion for her to continue.
'As I was saying, when two people love each other, they do something that's like a type of dance. The only difference is, sometimes there's a man and a woman dancing and other times there's a man and a man or a woman and a woman; like me and your mom. It's a dance that doesn't require music and should only be done with someone you love with all your heart. It's special and shouldn't be taken for granted...' Tori trails off and I try to hold in my giggles. 'What's so funny?'
'He asked where babies came from but I think you just gave him the S-E-X talk.' I let out my giggles when I see her turn bright red.
When I calm down, I look at Tyler. 'When a man and a woman dance that special dance, the man gives the woman something special. Do you know what that something is?'
'A baby?'
'Bingo.'
'But what about the couples who aren't a man and a woman, like you and Mama?'
'Well, a man can give that special something to these people who save it for couples like me and Mama. There are also other instances where the man and woman don't want the child, so they give the kid up for adoption. Couples like me and Mama can get a baby from there as well.' I try to explain.
'Am i adopted?' Tyler asks after a moment of silence.
I pull him in for a hug and chuckle. 'No, you look too much like your Mama to be adopted.' It's true, he looks almost exactly like Tori. He has her brown hair, chocolate eyes, her tan...the only thing he got from me was my sarcastic attitude.
He seemed satisfied with that answer because he gave us both a kiss on the cheek and ran outside to play.
'Well done, babe. Thanks for saving me there.' Tori says, smiling at me.
'Happens a lot, huh?' I smile back and give her a quick peck on the lips before pulling out my phone.
'Who're you calling?'
'Beck. We never did thank him for that "special something."'
I really wanna know the answer to this question, so I'll ask it.
How would you answer this question? Remember, you're talking to a young child.
Until next time my little gingerbread people!
