They weave their way through the crowd of insignificant strangers travelling to names on a map. He holds her hand through the airport. She lets him. It's nice he thinks. They've never done this before and it feels good. Her hand in his. Walking through the world. The stick figures on colored backgrounds direct the way for the pedestrian travelers and just before the large red warning sign for Homeland Security he steps aside pulling her with him and leans against the Navajo white wall. He pinches his lips as he looks at her and thinks of the things a normal man would say but his equally important words tumble from his lips.
"We're going to be ok." He says because he actually believes it.
"My parents aren't going to kill me, Walt." She says.
"I don't mean that." He pinches the other side of his mouth, "I mean me and you.
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"Nothing is settled between us."
"Not the details." He leans a little harder against the wall and pulls her fingers into his and as his lips flatten. "We have time for the details."
"Is that what you want me to tell my father?" She points between them with her finger, "That we're working on the details and never mind the baby."
He looks at her thinking and wanting and wondering.
"That shit will never fly in my parents' house."
His eyes blink slowly. "All three of us. We'll be ok."
"Look any notions you have that you need to be here because you're doing the right thing by me will only go so far, Walt."
He nods and leans into her and his breath falls on her neck. "This is the right thing." He kisses her there. Despite everything she gets warm all over.
"Thank you for coming with me." She says into his ear.
His hand tucks her hair aside and his lips find hers and he kisses her standing there against the wall as the strangers migrate past them. She kisses him back, her hands on his ass, because she can't help herself and he lets her.
"I think we might need that hotel room after all." She says in his ear and she can feel his cheek flush hot next to hers.
"Your dad is armed, Vic." He chuckles against her. "I don't need to throw it in his face that I'm sleeping with his daughter."
"Oh like being pregnant isn't obvious enough." She says as they break away.
"I don't want to be disrespectful."
"You mean it is bad enough already."
He pinches her t-shirt at her belt buckle, "It isn't bad, Vic." He smiles, "Us having a baby."
She looks up and studies his face, "I do wish it was different."
He waits and keeps his grip on her, "The timing is what I wish were different."
"Maybe if we planned it."
She nods, "More like if we were more settled."
"Me too." He admits, "But we're here now." He pauses while he looks at her, "We'll be ok."
She reaches up and kisses the corner of his mouth while her fingertip trace his cheek. She takes his hand and they walk out of the airport hand-in-hand to meet the rest of the Moretti's.
When the cab pulls in front of the tri-level walkup she grows pale, "I think I'm gonna throw-up." She says and holds her stomach.
"Vic, are you alright?" He asks.
"Fuck no." She says and leans forward her head nearly between her legs.
"Have you been getting sick?"
She shakes her head.
"Let's get some air."
The driver meets them on the sidewalk with their luggage and she practices her tactical breathing while Walt settles with the driver. His face is suddenly wrinkled and his age apparent as he worries about her.
"I'm just a little nervous I guess." She breathes in, "It's stupid."
"It could be worse." He says and she cuts her eyes at him, "I don't know how at the moment but it could be." He smirks and his eyes light up and she can't help but smile back because he's beautiful though she tries to deny herself the right to think of him that way. He threads his fingers through hers and rolls the luggage behind him suddenly thinking it was a bad idea to put their things together in one bag as the wheels click between the cracks in the cement.
The perfectly mowed lawn and manicured shrubbery offer a brief introduction to the flawless home of the Moretti's. He sneaks a peek of her out the corner of his eye and he imagines her as an unruly little girl defying everyone and everything and how he's put her in this position to explain to her parents how she's divorced living in Wyoming and pregnant by her boss. The sourness in the back of his throat pushes up and he swallows it back down. They never have a chance to knock. Lena Moretti opens the door with her hand on her hip, her chin down, and her eyes look up and down measuring every inch of his frame.
Vic smiles and Lena matches it like twins and they embrace.
"Oh, Victoria, it's so good to have you home." She looks past her, "You are always good for surprises." Her eyes roll back to Vic. "I didn't expect him to look like this."
"Mom this is Walt, Walt Longmire." She says as the color fills his face.
She smacks her lips and her eyes land on his belt buckle and then move back up to his pursed lips. She leans in and gently places her hands around his shoulders and embraces him for a light airy hug.
"Welcome to Philadelphia, Walt."
"Mrs. Moretti." He says with his campaign smile.
"Lena." She says and offers back a smile just as glaring.
"Your dad will be home in a few minutes." She says and turns toward the door. His hand falls to the hollow of Vic's back and he follows her through the threshold. "I made up your old room, Victoria and Walt," she says with a smile in her voice, "the basement is ready for you."
"Thank you, Lena."
"That's not going to be a problem. I hope." She says looking at him judging and thinking about this situation and why her daughter really is here.
"No, ma'am."
"Cut the cowboy shit." She says and his lips curl and he looks at Vic who shrugs her shoulders.
"It's not an act mom, seriously." Vic says and he's not sure if she's clarifying or coming to his defense.
"How can you put up with that shit?" She asks like he's not there.
"It's nice. He's nice." She says and his face stays flat while he reassesses their position and situation.
"Hmm" Rolls from her lips, "I don't know whether to make coffee or martinis." She says as Vic the Senior unlocks the front door and meets them inside. She takes one look at her husband and says, "Fuck it, I'll make both."