Walt and Vic had arrived home yesterday, they thought they would need some time to decompress and settle back in, unpack and do laundry, but the comforting silence of the cabin, and Wyoming itself brought them back to each other very quickly. After they had been left alone, they had spent the rest of the day in the comfort of each other arms, they talked about getting back to the reality of Durant without the threat of Eddy, they made love, slept the afternoon away, and woke up to talk about the baby, and the wedding. Vic agreed she would let Cady take her shopping. They fell asleep after midnight in front of the fire in the living room, under a warm knitted blanket that Vic had pulled from the Moretti care package that made its way from Philly. After all they had been through, all the trauma, and stress, and fear, this day had been the perfect culmination of Walt and Vic just being together and making plans for their future.

"we don't look back" Walt had said to Vic as she lay in his arms.
"We don't look back" Vic kissed the palm of his hand and placed it on their baby before they fell asleep to the crackling of the warm flickering fire.

"are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"no Vic, its ok, you rest, I won't be long. I'm going to go in, talk to Ferg, Ruby, meet the new guy"
"you mean check him out"
"no,…. I mean meet"
"Cady seemed smitten" Walt just looked at Vic, his hip was cocked to one side as he leaned on the kitchen counter, she was sitting at the kitchen table doing the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, she didn't look up as she teased him. She was wearing one of his thermal shirts and his track pants, hair in a high ponytail, still beautiful. Vic wasn't much for maternity clothes, and she liked the way Walt's clothes smelled and made her feel safe. She looked up from paper, "oh come on, you saw it as much as I did, she was excited, she had a twinkle in her eye"
"I didn't see a twinkle"
"bullshit" Vic chuckled to herself, looked back at the crossword, and filled in 34 across.

Walt didn't pursue that line of conversation, he poured the fresh brewed coffee into his thermos, "what colour were the balloons?"
Vic looked up at him, head cocked to one side, confused, "what?"
"the balloons…."she was drawing a blank.
"in your dream"
"oh!…ummmm" she closed her eyes and thought about it for a minute, "blue I think…I think they were blue" a smile creeped onto her face, "you think thats a sign, my dream?"
"nope, just asking" he bent down and kissed her forehead, "i won't be long, call Ruby if you need anything….I love you…both"
"we love you too," she kissed his lips and lingered close to him "every damn sexy inch of you"
"you shouldn't talk like that in front of your son" Walt smiled and he made Vic giggle, she watched him as he walked to the front door, then, she was alone.

Vic became bored of the crossword puzzle, she showered, cleaned the kitchen, put on a pot of stew for dinner. Suddenly a knock at the door made her jump out of her skin, and she panicked. Walt hadn't called to say he was on his way home, Cady, Ferg, Henry, no one had texted or called to say they were coming by, Vic stood frozen in the kitchen. The curtain on the door obscured a figure on the front porch, she wanted to walk, but her legs wouldn't move.

"Vic? you home" he knocked a few more times on the door.

"Travis" Vic whispered to herself, her heart was beating in her ears, her breathing was heavy, she finally had the ability to walk, and she moved towards the door.
She took a deep breath and blew it out to try and calm her nerves before she unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door, "Travis, what are yo doing here?"
"Hey…I uh, just wanted to stop by, I heard you were home…" he looked from Vic's beautiful flushed face, to his boots on the snow dusted porch, "I uh, I have a present for you, well, the baby, your baby, and…Walts baby…"

"Travis, come inside, its cold," she stepped back to give him room to enter, he was having trouble looking her in the eyes.

Vic closed the door behind him, and grabbed her sweater to wrap it around herself to warm herself and calm herself down.

Travis pulled off his bomber jacket and Vic took it from him to hang on the coat rack, he kicked off his boots and placed them on the tray by the door.
"come on in, sit" Vic motioned for him towards the couch, he turned and picked up the small gift bag he had put down when he entered the cabin, it was yellow with blue tissue paper sticking out from the top, the handles had ribbon that had been curled neatly, Vic smiled at Travis as he walked across the room and sat down on the couch.
Vic joined him on the couch and there was an awkward silence between them, Travis's eyes darted from his hands holing the bag handles, to Vic, to the door, and back to his hands.
"Whats up Travis?" Vic broke the silence.
He looked to her, his eyes fell to the baby she was carrying, Vic noticed there was a sadness in his eyes. "I just wanted to come by, tell you I'm happy to have you back, safe and sound…and …bring you, you and Walt this. Its not much, but I was …i was in a store and... it just screamed Vic" he handed her the bag sheepishly.
Vic pulled on the ribbons to untie the knot, and pulled out the tissue paper to reveal a tiny Philadelphia Flyers onsie, a hat and booties. She looked up at Travis, "Travis this is adorable, but what store were you in?"
"I was in the sporting goods store in Cody…but they have a baby section and, well…"
"its perfect! I love it"
"really?"
"Oh my gosh, yes!" she put the gift on the coffee table and gave him a warm hug. Travis had lost a lot when Vic lost her first child, even if he didn't know if it was his, he wanted it to be, he lost something to look forward to, a future, a child to be a father to, or at the very least to be Uncle Travis. The baby gave Vic a pretty generous kick as they hugged.
"Holy smokes! was that the kid in there?" Vic laughed hard.
"yes, thats him"
"him? its a boy?"
"no, no, we don't know, but a had a dream and now Walt thinks it is" Travis loved seeing her happy and laughing and pregnant, he was truly happy for her, he reached out tentatively to touch her bump, Vic took his hand and placed it where the kicking usually happened. His eyes lit up and they sat there for a moment, just amazed at the wonder of this new baby.
"I hope you have a healthy happy baby Vic, I really do, you and Walt deserve some happiness."
Vic looked deeply into Travis's eyes, he smiled and looked down at his hands, "thank you Travis" she held his hand in hers, "I know what you lost when I lost my first baby"
"it doesn't matter, it probably wasn't mine anyways"
Vic shushed him, "hey, don't talk like that, I appreciated your enthusiasm, even if I didn't show it at the time, I was confused and overwhelmed. I know you meant well, and I know now that your mom….well...she did a pretty damn good job raising her son." He shrugged off her comments, "no, seriously, there aren't many guys out there that would do what you did for me, especially not knowing if the baby was yours"
"i just did what I thought was right" he said quietly.
"thats what I mean, you're a good person Travis"
He wasn't sure how to take the compliment,he thought for a moment and then looked up at Vic, "well, that coupon, the one I gave you for babysitting, its still valid" Vic wasn't sure where it came from but tears started to pool in the corners of her eyes, and when she blinked they fell to her cheeks.
"oh, no, Vic, I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to make you upset…"
"no, Travis, I'm not upset" She stood up and walked across the room, stopping in front of the window. The sun was bright, and she squinted until her eyes adjusted. The swath of sunlight made her feel warm, and her heart was feeling full at same moment.
"then why…why are you crying, what did I say?"
She turned to look at him, and smiled. "you said all the right things Travis. I feel so much love, from you, Walt, Cady, I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed, and super happy"

"so how are the wedding plans coming along, do you need help?" Vic wiped the tears off her cheeks, and started to laugh,"what?"

"Travis…" Vic started to laugh harder, and now the tears were from laughing, "I would love your help"