The thirtieth

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: Scotty turns 30, and age angst hits.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 802

Scotty has never thought that he would be one of those aging men who would buy a little red sports car for their 45th birthday, or start sky-diving in their fifties, just to prove how youthful and virile they are.


He still doesn’t think he will become one of them, but he is starting to understand them. Turning 30 was nothing. Breakfast in bread, Walker family dinner, phone call to mom and to dad, then an early night with a very congratulating Kevin in bed.


However, today, the day after his 30th, he might as well just go back to bed and stay there indefinitely. When he went up his joints were stiff, he groaned when he had to bend over and put on his socks and he is sure that that one hair is gray – not alternative blonde, which Kevin classified it as.


No, now he is 30 going on 89 and there is no use trying to hide it.

“I may just as well buy one of those little trolleys to bring home food from the store in and join a Canasta team,” Scotty complains over breakfast, not getting any sympathy from a giggling Kevin.


“Let’s go out today, take a walk,” Kevin suggests, looking out through the window to make sure the rain has stopped. Temporarily anyway.

“Yeah, that doesn’t make us seem old,” Scotty whines, burying his face in his palms.


“Okay, let’s go get very drunk in the middle of the day,” Kevin suggests instead. “You know I’m always ready for that.”


Scotty takes a deep breath and looks up, staring at Kevin with a pouty look.

“Okay, let’s take a walk in the park,” he says. “But we are not feeding the birds.”




Kevin had barely even objected when Scotty had taken his hand when they were strolling around on the paths. By now Scotty knew that it was rather the imbalance of holding on to someone when walking, rather than the PDA he disliked when it came to holding hands, but today Scotty needed the world to know that they were a young, hip, happening couple.


Okay, so a married, domesticated couple with a baby on the way, a good insurance and weekly grocery store visits, but still. Hip and happening.


“Let’s sit down,” Kevin suggests, dragging Scotty to a nearby bench by a bunch of flowers. The flowers are looking droopy, probably from the heavy rain, but with the sun about to look out from between the clouds, they will probably be back to normal within the hour.


They sit down on the bench and watch people walk by, some alone, some with children, come in couples. Scotty watches a child run on the grass, suddenly falling down but quickly pulling itself up and continuing to run.


“I hope we sit here in 50 years and watch people go by,” Scotty says, “but right now I’m feeling like a hundred years old even though I’m not. I really need to do something youngster-ish,” he says and stands up.


“Youngster-ish?” Kevin repeats and stands up, following Scotty on the path. “Like what?”

“Maybe I should get a tattoo that says Forever young, just to prove a point,” Scotty muses out loud.

“Not that tattoos aren’t sexy, but sweetie, let’s not,” Kevin says, taking Scotty’s hand and dragging him closer.


“Then we could go find a rave party and trash it.”

“I think that’s impossible, and besides, I think rave parties stopped being hip in the nineties,” Kevin says, placing his hands on Scotty’s arms and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s go have lunch. Without cocaine.”


“Ugh, okay,” Scotty agrees, bending his head but letting Kevin take his hand and lead him further along the small path. They walk side by side in silence, having without words decided to go to one of their favourite restaurants located close-by.


They walk by two benches on which four older ladies sit. They are all wearing tracksuits with matching visors. Scotty feel their eyes on himself as they approach, hand in hand.


Scotty knows, even for this tiny second he has to think it over, that Kevin will probably not approve. However, before they are out of sight from the ladies, he stops and drags Kevin close, putting his hand on the back of Kevin’s head and pulling his face to his own, giving him a kiss. Kevin doesn’t quite respond to the violent treatment, but still opens his lips a bit when Scotty decides to deepen their kiss.


Scotty hears the ladies make Ooh-ing noises and he lets go of Kevin. He sends the ladies a quick smile and a wink before taking Kevin’s hand and walking along like nothing happened. Yes, just like he thought, it did make him feel younger.

Walker Advent calendar: Flap #23

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 354

When it’s the day before the day and a loving married couple has nothing in particular to do, they might find themselves to spend the entire day on the couch, sharing thoughts and touches while they talk about life in general, and their future in particular.


Kevin gestures with his arms when he describes his dream house, where there is a fireplace in their big bedroom, a nursery room filled with pretty toys, a big light kitchen with all the equipment one could imagine and a big garden for playing and growing vegetables and herbs.


“And a cat,” Scotty adds. “A white cat with spots. Our neighbours in Oxford had one like that and I used to play with it, but my mom would never let me get a cat of my own.”


“We had a dog when I was little,” Kevin says, thinking back to Bingo. “And I’ve always wanted a pet since then.”

“But we can’t get a cat until the baby is a couple of years old.”


“Is that a rule,” Kevin wonders. “I didn’t know.”

“I think so. Maybe not. We will have to read all those books about what to expect when expecting.”


“I hear your thighs and ass swell up,” Kevin says dryly. “So you better keep doing those push-ups before going to bed every night.”

“You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” Scotty says, placing the fingertips of one hand on Kevin’s chest, pushing him down against the couch and kissing his lips.


“In fact, you should start doing them naked, for full effect,” Kevin suggest, raising himself slightly to kiss Scotty again.

“I bet there would be an effect if I did them naked, yes,” Scotty says, giving Kevin one thorough kiss before sitting up next to Kevin again.


“Well…” Kevin says, following Scotty and climbing over him, squeezing him down quite uncomfortably on the couch. “You shouldn’t deny your aging husband some fun. Especially not on Christmas.”


“I have no intention of denying him such a thing,” Scotty replies, grabbing Kevin’s wrists to push him off his own body, instead trapping him between himself and the couch.

Walker Advent calendar: Flap #22

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 308

“December 22nd,” Scotty muses. He’s propped up with Kevin on the couch, his head resting on Kevin’s shoulder. They’ve been watching boring Christmas specials on TV all night, enjoying their time together rather than the entertainment. “It’s almost Christmas,” Scotty continues. “Then new years’ eve, and then it’s a new decade.”


“That’s right, it is,” Kevin says, adjusting his leg under Scotty so it won’t fall asleep. “Ten years ago I was just a sad little law student, dreading to celebrate Christmas with my overbearing family who wouldn’t just let me be,”


“No oppressed feelings there, huh?” Scotty asks, gently nudging Kevin in the side.

“None,” Kevin agrees.

“I still lived at home,” Scotty says. “Horrid thought.”


“Did you call your dad?” Kevin asks, changing the topic.

“I did,” Scotty says slowly. “It’s still awkward between us though, but he asked some more about the baby.”

“That’s good,” Kevin says, moving his hand softly over Scotty’s belly. “You know, in another world, a twisted parallell universe, this would be where our baby was growing this very moment.”


Scotty looks down his own body, staring at his flat stomach and Kevin’s hand on it.

“Says who?” He wonders. “I think you’d be the first to get pregnant out of the two of us.”

“Re-eally?” Kevin wonders, a smile spreading on his face. “How is that?”


Scotty doesn’t reply, he only tilts his head backwards slightly, kissing Kevin’s cheek.

“I know that wanting to have a baby ‘the natural way’ is supposed to be some kind of dream,” Kevin says. “But I really don’t mind the way we’re having ours.”


Scotty stopps kissing Kevin’s throat, again leaning back on Kevin’s shoulder.

“I know,” Scotty says.

“In fact, I can’t imagine any better way to have a baby,” Kevin says, leaning forward to kiss the juncture of Scotty’s neck. “With you.”

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