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Love Knows No Time	By : Maggot23 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1543 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Avenged Sevenfold or the DiBenedetto sisters. This story is purely fiction and no money is being made from this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Avenged Sevenfold or the DiBenedetto sisters
Claimer: I do own Aleera and the idea for this story
Chapter Eight
"I want a baby," Johnny said.
"What?" Zacky asked, looking at his husband.
They where laying in bed, and until Johnny had made his comment, he'd been trying to figure out how his pants had ended up hanging from the ceiling rafters, and how the glass in the French doors leading to the balcony had ended up busted out.
"I want a baby, Zacky," Johnny repeated.
"Why? We don't have time for kids Johnny," Zacky said.
"We can make time," the smaller man said, sitting up. "And I'm sure the girls will help us with it."
Zacky laid there staring up at his husband, processing what he had said.
"We don't have room," he said after a moments pause.
Johnny's eyes went wide.
"We don't have room? We don't have room?!" he exclaimed. "We live in a fucking twenty five room mansion!! If you don't want kids, all you've gotta say is "Johnny, I don't want kids," not "We don't have room"!!"
"Johnny, I don't want kids," Zacky said.
"You're a selfish asshole, Vengeance," Johnny snapped, leaving the bed and grabbing his shorts from the floor, puling them on.
"Oh, come on, Johnny," Zacky said, sitting up. "I just meant I don't want kids right now."
"You haven't wanted kids for four hundred and eighty-three years," the younger man said, turning to glare at his husband. "Any time I mention kids, you change the subject or tell me some lame ass excuse. I am tired of it!!"
"Johnny....."
"If you hate the thought of kids so much, I'll stop talkin' about'em, Zack," Johnny said, then he turned and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Outside."
Without a second glance at his husband, Johnny left the room with a slam of the door.
With a frustrated sigh, Zacky fell back onto the bed and laid staring up at the ceiling.
He had always known that Johnny had wanted children, the younger man had made that clear the first night they had met, and he would point that out every now and then.
We can't have kids, he thought, there's no way we can have kids, and what adoption agency would give a child to a couple who wouldn't, and couldn't, meet in day light?
"Zachary!!"
He told the twins, he thought when he heard pounding foot steps coming down the hallway.
A second later, the bedroom door burst open and the twins marched in.
"What did you do to Johnny?" Michelle asked, hands on hips.
"Why is he sitting outside half dressed, smoking like a factory chimney, and calling you every name on gods green earth?" Val asked.
"We had a little argument," Zacky said, not moving. "It was nothing big."
"He started talking about kids, didn't he?" Michelle asked.
"No."
"He did, didn't he," Val said, "and you once again shattered his dreams. Why don't you just listen to him?"
"I do listen to him," Zacky said, sitting up.
"Then why don't you support his choice to have a child?" Michelle asked.
"Because we're dead, alright?" he snapped, glaring at them. "How would that look on an adoption application?"
"Zacky, you don't have to say you're dead," Val said.
"Then what am I supposed to say? We're allergic to sunlight?" he asked sarcastically.
"You're scared," Michelle said suddenly.
"What?"
"You're scared, Zacky," she repeated. "You're afraid to have a child. If that's all that's wrong, just tell Johnny that."
"Get out of my room," he said, pointing towards the door.
"Admit it, Zachary. You are scared," Val said. "It's okay to be scared."
"Get out," Zacky growled, still pointing to the door, his fangs now extended.
"Fine, but you can explain to Jimmy why his best friend is sitting outside in the cold and is depressed," she said. "Come on, Michelle. Let's leave Dream Crusher alone."
Without a word to Zacky, Michelle followed her sister from the room.
When they where gone, Zacky got up and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor, pulling them on.
Walking across the room, he glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was only 10:45 pm.
It's still early, he thought, tip-toeing around the glass on the floor and opening the balcony doors, stepping outside into the cold night air.
He walked up to the rail and leaned against it, sighing as he gazed out at the hills rolling down towards the ocean below.
I can't believe Michelle accused me of being scared to have children, he thought. I'm not scared, I'm just.... he looked up at the sky, not quite sure where he was going with that thought. I'm just what?
"Scared?" Johnny's voice floated through his mind.
Looking down, he wasn't surprised to find his husband standing by the pool looking up at him.
I'm not scared, he thought.
"Zacky, if you're not scared why do you keep changing the subject every time I mention kids?" Johnny asked. "And don't use the "we're dead" excuse either."
Sighing, Zacky hung his head.
I'm scared, alright?
"Scared of what, baby?" Johnny asked.
To watch them grow up and die.
"Is that why you don't kids? You're afraid we'd lose them?"
Yes, Zacky sighed. Whenever you mention kids, I think about Ellen, and how Matt and Val changed after she....left us.
Ellen had been the daughter of a couple who had been in the employee of the family when they had lived in New York City in the year 1887.
Her parents had died in a cholera outbreak that same year, and Matt and Val had adopted the three year old girl, raising her as their own child.
In no time little Ellen had become Matt's little princess and Val's constant shadow, and everyone had spoiled the little girl rotten.
Then, on the Christmas Eve of 1890, Ellen had come down with a bad case of the smallpoxs, a case so bad that the doctor had refused to come and see her which left Val and Ellen's day time nanny to take care of her.
They had done all they could to make the little girl better, but sadly she had died on Christmas morning and it had been the heart-broken cries of Matt and Val learning about their little girl's death that had woken everyone else that night.
Two months later, the family moved back to London and Matt decreed that Christmas wouldn't be celebrated in the house anymore.
So every time Johnny brought up having kids, Zacky thought about the beautiful little girl the family had lost and had visions of the same thing happening again.
"Zacky?"
Looking up, he found Johnny sitting on the rail next to him.
"If you're afraid of having kids, for any reasons, I'll respect your wishes and stop talking about them," he said.
Zacky didn't say anything, he only moved closer to his husband and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly.
Johnny returned the older mans embrace, kissing him on the temple.
Maybe someday he'll be ready for kids, he thought.
"Maybe someday," Zacky whispered in his mind.
Johnny only smiled, hugging Zacky tighter.
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