One shot: 50/50

"Why the fuck are you only telling me now?" Bam demanded, tears pouring down his face. "Your 6 months pregnant, you should have had an abortion the minute you found out, this could KILL YOU," He screamed, collapsing on the bed in tears, he threw his face into the pillow to muffle the sound. Ville rubbed his bump, then reached over and grasped Bam's hand.
"I didn't want to worry you Love, I know that my choice could mean the difference between life and death but..."
"NO BUTS! No fucking buts Ville, you have fucking cancer and you are refusing treatment!" Bam screamed, face still on pillow.
"So I can bring OUR child into the world. Bammie, when i found out I had cancer, I was already 2 months gone. I'd heard our baby's heartbeat, I'd seen our little girl in a scan, I couldn't kill her Bammie..." Ville sniffed, took a deep breath and whipped his eye's of the few, silent tears that had fallen down his face. Bam too, fought back tears as he sat up and pulled his husband into his arm's.
"You know your problem Ville?" he asked as he patted the now crying mans hair.
"What?"
"You care to damn much about anyone but yourself,"
"I know Kulta, I know, and I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner...then we could make a decision together but..." Bam placed a finger on his lovers lips.
"I told you Ville, no buts, if you had told me then, I would have wanted you to keep the baby too, its what you wanted, and we can get through this, its US, Willa Walo and Bammie, we can do anything," Bam stated, forcing Ville to look in his eye's as he finished. He grinned as Ville did, and the pair shared a passionate kiss. As he pulled away, Bam asked,
"What are your changes of recovery after the baby is born?"
"50/50" Ville said, he looked down as he did so, ashamed of the tears that feel from his eyes. Bam simply hugging him tighter, he too was letting silent tears run down his cheeks.
"What kind of cancer is it?"
"Lung..."
Bam let out a sob, causing Ville to feel guilty.
"And when is the baby due?"
"November 3rd..." Ville chocked out. Bam gulped,
"Thats 3 months away..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Ville simply nodded, before breaking down again. Bam kissed his hair, dampening it with his tears, and repeated the words,
"We'll get through this..." Until he words lost all meaning.

2 Months later, and Ville was fast losing his health. He was so weak, he needed help with just about anything. Doctors were concerned that the cancer was spreading, but Ville was determined to bring his baby into the world. Bam was at his wits end. One minute, he would be caring for Ville, reassuring him that everything would be fine, the next, he was screaming at him, telling him he'd their lives had been ruined. Once or twice, he'd even dragged him to the doctors, telling him that he would force an abortion on him. Ville was too far along of course, but that didn't stop the fear that ran through his body, chilling his bones to the point where he felt physically sick.
"Bammie...come home..." Ville whipered into the phone, cluthing his stomach.
"What! Come on Villle, this skate demo is important and..."
"My water just broke..."
"I'll meet you at the hospital...go, NOW!"
"o-ok..." Ville whispered. He was scared, he was weak, so weak, and he didn't know if he could bring his baby into the world.

"Just one more push Ville, hold it for 10 seconds and it will all be over," cried the nurse. Ville got a firmer grip on his husbands had, and pushed down to the count of 10, until he heard a cry. He fell back on the bed, tears of relief in his eyes.
"Oh thank god...is she ok?" he asked. Bam, who was cutting the cord, looked up at him with a smile,
"She's a little small, but she's perfect!" he said, as he passed the baby, now wrapped in a pink blanket, and sobbing to Ville.
"Awww, Hey Kulta, I love you so much, you know that..." he cooed, stroking her damp cheek. She had stoped crying by this point, and simply stared up at Ville.
"Oh Bam look at her! What are we going to call her?"
"Well, I like that name you mentioned last week...Petra...it sounds like petite, and thats what she is..." Ville simply smiled and nodded.
"Ville, we will be starting treatment in a week," a doctor stated, lookin at a clipboard. Ville nodded, and let a tear fall.

As Petra crawled away, Ville walked after her, and, with as much effort as he could muster, he picked up his daughter, and put her in her play pen. She wimpered and held up her arms, she had become very clinging as of late.Its as if she knew that he was ill. Ville had returned from the doctors today, after 6 months of treatment, he got the news, the trwatment wasn't working. He was dying. He hadn't told Bam yet, and really, he didn't want to. It was his own fault he was dying, and the guilt he felt was killing him faster than the cancer. He bent down again, picked up Petra, and cradled her as Bam opened the door. He simply looked at Ville before he said,
"Your gonna die, aren't you?" Ville didn't respond. Instead he closed his eyes and let a tear fall. Bam could do nothing but wrap his arms around his husband and daughter.

Ville didn't have long left, and doctors wanted him to stay in the hospital, but he was determined to die at home, where he belonged. Petra had been send to Ape and Phil, so she was away from what was happening. Bam stayed at his husbands bedside, not daring to leave for anything but food, the bathroom, and anything Ville needed.
"I love you Bammie...i'm sorry to put you through this," Ville mutterd, grasping Bams hand. Bam blinked back tears, took a deep breath and said,
"Its ok Willla, I understand why you did it,"
"But..."
"No buts Willa, I love you, and I know...I know Petra's life is more important to you than you own and...and...this is what you want, so its what I want to," Bam had begun to cry at this point, he let the tears openly fall as he wiped Villes away.
"This isnt what I wanted. I didnt want to be ill, I wanted us to be a family, but your right, i'd rather Petra live than me,"
"Oh god Ville, why do you have to care so much," Bam sobbed, burying his head in the dying mans chest. Ville stroaked his hair softly.
"I don't know Kulta, but I care about you. Now promise me something. Raise Petra well after i'm gone, move on with your life, love again, don't be unhappy. Don't not grieve for me, but dont let your pain linger..." Ville said, struggling slightly at the idea that Bam had to love another.
"But Ville..."
"No buts Bam...Its what I want..."
"But why..?"
"Because I care, I don't want you unhappy," Bam simply nodded, kissed Villes fingers and said,
"Ok...but I wont love again for a long time...years...maybe longer...." Ville sniffed, wiped Bams eyes and said,
"Ok,"

Early the next morning, Ville knew his final hours had come. He spoke to each of his family one last time, and lay in Bams arms watching his favorite films. The pair talked of old times, but Ville was putting all his effort into talking, so after a while, they just watched. After watching 'Dirty Harry' Ville said,
"No....n-no...more," Bam gulped and nodded, knowing what was about to come. He clucthed Villes hand and kissed his forehead.
"I'm....dying..." Ville chocked out.
"I know, and I love you Ville, I always will, I promise you i;ll never forget you..."
"I love...you too...Bammie...i'll be...watching....watching over...you and...Petra...forever....I promise," Ville struggled to say. Bam simply nodded and cradled the man in his arms. For 10 minutes, he lay there, occasionally kissing Villes hair or forehead, but, at 12:23am, Villes grip loosened, and he died in Bam's arms. Bam sobbed as he relised Ville's life had ended, and kissed is lips one last time.

Bam kept to his promise, and, when Petra was 10, he meet, and fell in love with, Jonne Aaron. Ville watched over his family until they too passed away, and joined him.