Time For Miracles-Part Two
Shock coursed through Tommy's veins, making his stomach clench hard. He leaned over Adam's legs to puke into the trash can.
"He's-he's pr-pr-" Adam stuttered.
"Pregnant." Dr. Brastick finished. "We have an Ob/Gyn at another branch that specializes in male pregnancies. I can reccomend you to her."
Adam nodded disjointedly, unconciously stroking Tommy's arm as he raised back up, wiping his hand across his mouth.
"I'll leave you two alone to think about it." Dr. Brastick said and got up and got up to leave the room.
When he heard the door softly click shut, Adam got off the bed and walked around until he was in front of Tommy. He pulled the smaller man to his feet and into his arms. Tommy wrapped his shaky arms around Adam's waist. Adam wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulder's and tucked Tommy's head under his chin. Tommy unconciously wrapped one of his arms around his stomach.
"What are we gonna do?" He breathed into Adam's shirt.
"We're gonna get through this, Tommy Joe."
"Okay..." He took in a shaky breath and turned his head against Adam's chest.
After awhile, there was a quiet knock at the door and Dr. Brastick entered the room. "Can I talk to you two?"
They both nodded and turned to sit back on the bed.
"Tommy, I talked to Dr. Payal, she said she'd be happy to set up an appointment with you. I got you in for in two days, is that okay?"
Tommy nodded and curled into Adam's chest.
"I know this is a shock for both of you, but you have to understand how amazing this is. This is so rare, and to have it right here-"
"You can't tell anyone." Adam snapped, holding Tommy protectively against his chest. "Not anyone."
"No, no, of course not. Doctor-patient confidentiality."
"Good." Adam said, narrowing his eyes at the doctor.
"According to the tests, you're about eight weeks along."
Tommy looked down at his stomach and pressed the palm of his hand to it.
"You can go home now, just sign out at the front desk."
Adam nodded the doctor out and looked down at Tommy, "You okay, baby?"
Tommy nodded and slipped off the bed. "Let's go home." He whispered.
All the way out to the car, Adam had a protective arm around Tommy's hips and Tommy had a protective arm around his stomach. The whole ride home was awkward and silent. Tommy had nothing to say and Adam didn't know what to say. Once the car was parked in the garage, Tommy got out and went inside without a second glance at Adam.
Adam sighed a shaky sigh and pulled his keys out of the ignition. Inside, he found Tommy curled on the couch, his arms still wrapped protectively around his stomach. He sat down beside the smaller man and pulled Tommy's head into his lap. He carded his fingers through Tommy's fringe and asked a quiet, "What's wrong?"
"You probably think I'm a freak." Tommy whispered, turning towards Adam.
Adam ran his hands down Tommy's arms and his side and said, "Yeah, but I love freaks. And you're my freak."
"Don't play this off as a joke." Tommy frowned.
"I'm not. This is my body's natural defense against shock." When Tommy didn't answer, Adam used his hand to tip Tommy's head to the side so he could look into his mocha brown eyes. "I love you, Tommy. And now you're carrying my baby. I couldn't be happier and it gives me a reason to love you even more. So don't think you're a freak because what you're doing is beautiful."
"Really?" Tommy asked, raising one of his hands to twine his fingers with Adam's.
"Really. I love you, Glitterbaby."
Tommy raised up and lightly kissed Adam's lips. "I love you, too, Babyboy."
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Later that afternoon, Adam found Tommy standing shirtless in front of the mirror. "Whatcha doin', baby?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Tommy's hips. It was then he noticed that Tommy had his gaze firmly fixed onto his stomach. He lifted his gaze up to meet Adam's in the mirror. His eyes reflected his fear and his nervousness. "I'm gonna get fat." he whispered, horrified. "I'm gonna get so fat."
Adam shook his head side-to-side and kissed the shaved side of Tommy's head. "You're gonna be beautiful. You're gonna be so beautiful."
"Lies." Tommy hissed, turning to the side for further examination. He gently prodded at his stomach with his fingers until Adam snatched his fingers away.
"Stop that." He scolded. "You'll kill our baby fetus." Adam leaned down to pick up Tommy's discarded black and white striped sweatshirt off the floor and pulled it over Tommy's head. Tommy pushed his arms through the sleeves, shook his hair free of the collar, and let Adam lead him to the couch in the living room. He spied Adam's laptop on the coffee table and took notice of the webpage it was open to. "What're you looking at?" he asked, cocking his head toward the computer.
Adam picked his laptop up before sitting beside Tommy and wrapping an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Just some pregnancy stuff. I... wanted to see what our baby was doing."
Tommy took the computer from Adam and read over the page, letting Adam rest his head on Tommy's shoulder so he could read along.
New this week: Webbed fingers and toes are poking out from your baby's hands and feet, his eyelids practically cover his eyes, breathing tubes extend from his throat to the branches of his developing lungs, and his "tail" is just about gone. In his brain, nerve cells are branching out to connect with one another, forming primitive neural pathways. You may be daydreaming about your baby as one sex or the other, but the external genitals still haven't developed enough to reveal whether you're having a boy or a girl. Either way, your baby - about the size of a kidney bean - is constantly moving and shifting, though you still can't feel it.
Involuntary, unintentional tears filled Tommy's eyes as a low sob rose in his throat. Adam lifted his head in time to see the first few tears fall. "What's wrong?" He asked, gently wiping the tears away.
Tommy sniveled before wailing, "Our baby has fingers!" He hiccoughed and threw his arms around Adam's torso. "A-and toes!"
Adam craddled Tommy's head to his chest, smiling slightly, because Tommy freaking out over their baby's fingers and toes was so adorably cute.
When Tommy's tears quieted, he relaxed against Adam's chest and muttered, "Fucking hormones."
"Yeah, baby," Adam smiled and kissed the top of Tommy's head. "It's the hormones."
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It was the night before their appointment with Dr. Payal when Adam caught Tommy staring at himself in the mirror again. It was at least the fourth time in the past two days.
"You keep doing that," he said, coming up behind Tommy in the bathroom, "and out baby'll get stage fright and never come out.
"I just want to see if I can see anything." Tommy defended.
"Babycenter said you wouldn't be able to see anything 'til atleast fourteen weeks. And since it's our first baby, and you're muscles aren't used to being stretched, probably even later than that.
Tommy frowned and turned to look at Adam, whispering, "Well, you're no fun."
Adam smiled and pulled Tommy into a hug. "Awh, I'm sorry. Care to take a shower with me?"
Tommy pulled back and gasped at Adam, horrified. "What? Just 'cuz you ask I'm supposed to jump in and let you fuck me? I'm not a fucking whore!"
"What? Wait... But that's not what I meant! Tommy-!"
"Forget it. I'm going to bed." Tommy muttered before leaving the bathroom. Adam stared after him, but mentally wrote it off as hormones. He slowly pulled his clothes off, all the while wondering what the hell just happened.
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Adam walked out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his hips, a second he used to dry his still-wet hair.
He stopped short when he saw Tommy curled around his pillow on their bed. He took a minute to just look over Tommy's sleeping form. The planes of his face, the contours of his chest, the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed. He smiled and leaned over to card his fingers through Tommy's hair. The smaller man leaned into the touch and sighed softly in his sleep, his lips turning up in a small smile.
Adam smiled and moved his hand to press it to Tommy's stomach for a brief second before going to change into his pajama bottoms.
When that was said and done, he climbed into his side of the bed and crawled under the covers, pulling them to his waist. Tommy responded to the intrusion by slowly rolling over and snuggling into Adam's chest. Adam smiled and wrapped his arms around Tommy's slender torso.
"I'm sorry." Tommy murmured, voice thick with sleep. "These hormones are fucking me up."
"S'okay, Glitterbaby. I know you didn't mean it. I guess I should apologize too."
"No, don't apologize. S'my fault."
"Shh, just go to sleep."
Tommy sighed and leaned into Adam's chest. "Mm'kay. I love you, Adam. M' Babyboy..."
Adam smiled at Tommy's words and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, too, Tommy Joe."
"He's-he's pr-pr-" Adam stuttered.
"Pregnant." Dr. Brastick finished. "We have an Ob/Gyn at another branch that specializes in male pregnancies. I can reccomend you to her."
Adam nodded disjointedly, unconciously stroking Tommy's arm as he raised back up, wiping his hand across his mouth.
"I'll leave you two alone to think about it." Dr. Brastick said and got up and got up to leave the room.
When he heard the door softly click shut, Adam got off the bed and walked around until he was in front of Tommy. He pulled the smaller man to his feet and into his arms. Tommy wrapped his shaky arms around Adam's waist. Adam wrapped his arms around Tommy's shoulder's and tucked Tommy's head under his chin. Tommy unconciously wrapped one of his arms around his stomach.
"What are we gonna do?" He breathed into Adam's shirt.
"We're gonna get through this, Tommy Joe."
"Okay..." He took in a shaky breath and turned his head against Adam's chest.
After awhile, there was a quiet knock at the door and Dr. Brastick entered the room. "Can I talk to you two?"
They both nodded and turned to sit back on the bed.
"Tommy, I talked to Dr. Payal, she said she'd be happy to set up an appointment with you. I got you in for in two days, is that okay?"
Tommy nodded and curled into Adam's chest.
"I know this is a shock for both of you, but you have to understand how amazing this is. This is so rare, and to have it right here-"
"You can't tell anyone." Adam snapped, holding Tommy protectively against his chest. "Not anyone."
"No, no, of course not. Doctor-patient confidentiality."
"Good." Adam said, narrowing his eyes at the doctor.
"According to the tests, you're about eight weeks along."
Tommy looked down at his stomach and pressed the palm of his hand to it.
"You can go home now, just sign out at the front desk."
Adam nodded the doctor out and looked down at Tommy, "You okay, baby?"
Tommy nodded and slipped off the bed. "Let's go home." He whispered.
All the way out to the car, Adam had a protective arm around Tommy's hips and Tommy had a protective arm around his stomach. The whole ride home was awkward and silent. Tommy had nothing to say and Adam didn't know what to say. Once the car was parked in the garage, Tommy got out and went inside without a second glance at Adam.
Adam sighed a shaky sigh and pulled his keys out of the ignition. Inside, he found Tommy curled on the couch, his arms still wrapped protectively around his stomach. He sat down beside the smaller man and pulled Tommy's head into his lap. He carded his fingers through Tommy's fringe and asked a quiet, "What's wrong?"
"You probably think I'm a freak." Tommy whispered, turning towards Adam.
Adam ran his hands down Tommy's arms and his side and said, "Yeah, but I love freaks. And you're my freak."
"Don't play this off as a joke." Tommy frowned.
"I'm not. This is my body's natural defense against shock." When Tommy didn't answer, Adam used his hand to tip Tommy's head to the side so he could look into his mocha brown eyes. "I love you, Tommy. And now you're carrying my baby. I couldn't be happier and it gives me a reason to love you even more. So don't think you're a freak because what you're doing is beautiful."
"Really?" Tommy asked, raising one of his hands to twine his fingers with Adam's.
"Really. I love you, Glitterbaby."
Tommy raised up and lightly kissed Adam's lips. "I love you, too, Babyboy."
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Later that afternoon, Adam found Tommy standing shirtless in front of the mirror. "Whatcha doin', baby?" he asked, wrapping his arms around Tommy's hips. It was then he noticed that Tommy had his gaze firmly fixed onto his stomach. He lifted his gaze up to meet Adam's in the mirror. His eyes reflected his fear and his nervousness. "I'm gonna get fat." he whispered, horrified. "I'm gonna get so fat."
Adam shook his head side-to-side and kissed the shaved side of Tommy's head. "You're gonna be beautiful. You're gonna be so beautiful."
"Lies." Tommy hissed, turning to the side for further examination. He gently prodded at his stomach with his fingers until Adam snatched his fingers away.
"Stop that." He scolded. "You'll kill our baby fetus." Adam leaned down to pick up Tommy's discarded black and white striped sweatshirt off the floor and pulled it over Tommy's head. Tommy pushed his arms through the sleeves, shook his hair free of the collar, and let Adam lead him to the couch in the living room. He spied Adam's laptop on the coffee table and took notice of the webpage it was open to. "What're you looking at?" he asked, cocking his head toward the computer.
Adam picked his laptop up before sitting beside Tommy and wrapping an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Just some pregnancy stuff. I... wanted to see what our baby was doing."
Tommy took the computer from Adam and read over the page, letting Adam rest his head on Tommy's shoulder so he could read along.
New this week: Webbed fingers and toes are poking out from your baby's hands and feet, his eyelids practically cover his eyes, breathing tubes extend from his throat to the branches of his developing lungs, and his "tail" is just about gone. In his brain, nerve cells are branching out to connect with one another, forming primitive neural pathways. You may be daydreaming about your baby as one sex or the other, but the external genitals still haven't developed enough to reveal whether you're having a boy or a girl. Either way, your baby - about the size of a kidney bean - is constantly moving and shifting, though you still can't feel it.
Involuntary, unintentional tears filled Tommy's eyes as a low sob rose in his throat. Adam lifted his head in time to see the first few tears fall. "What's wrong?" He asked, gently wiping the tears away.
Tommy sniveled before wailing, "Our baby has fingers!" He hiccoughed and threw his arms around Adam's torso. "A-and toes!"
Adam craddled Tommy's head to his chest, smiling slightly, because Tommy freaking out over their baby's fingers and toes was so adorably cute.
When Tommy's tears quieted, he relaxed against Adam's chest and muttered, "Fucking hormones."
"Yeah, baby," Adam smiled and kissed the top of Tommy's head. "It's the hormones."
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It was the night before their appointment with Dr. Payal when Adam caught Tommy staring at himself in the mirror again. It was at least the fourth time in the past two days.
"You keep doing that," he said, coming up behind Tommy in the bathroom, "and out baby'll get stage fright and never come out.
"I just want to see if I can see anything." Tommy defended.
"Babycenter said you wouldn't be able to see anything 'til atleast fourteen weeks. And since it's our first baby, and you're muscles aren't used to being stretched, probably even later than that.
Tommy frowned and turned to look at Adam, whispering, "Well, you're no fun."
Adam smiled and pulled Tommy into a hug. "Awh, I'm sorry. Care to take a shower with me?"
Tommy pulled back and gasped at Adam, horrified. "What? Just 'cuz you ask I'm supposed to jump in and let you fuck me? I'm not a fucking whore!"
"What? Wait... But that's not what I meant! Tommy-!"
"Forget it. I'm going to bed." Tommy muttered before leaving the bathroom. Adam stared after him, but mentally wrote it off as hormones. He slowly pulled his clothes off, all the while wondering what the hell just happened.
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Adam walked out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his hips, a second he used to dry his still-wet hair.
He stopped short when he saw Tommy curled around his pillow on their bed. He took a minute to just look over Tommy's sleeping form. The planes of his face, the contours of his chest, the way his chest moved up and down as he breathed. He smiled and leaned over to card his fingers through Tommy's hair. The smaller man leaned into the touch and sighed softly in his sleep, his lips turning up in a small smile.
Adam smiled and moved his hand to press it to Tommy's stomach for a brief second before going to change into his pajama bottoms.
When that was said and done, he climbed into his side of the bed and crawled under the covers, pulling them to his waist. Tommy responded to the intrusion by slowly rolling over and snuggling into Adam's chest. Adam smiled and wrapped his arms around Tommy's slender torso.
"I'm sorry." Tommy murmured, voice thick with sleep. "These hormones are fucking me up."
"S'okay, Glitterbaby. I know you didn't mean it. I guess I should apologize too."
"No, don't apologize. S'my fault."
"Shh, just go to sleep."
Tommy sighed and leaned into Adam's chest. "Mm'kay. I love you, Adam. M' Babyboy..."
Adam smiled at Tommy's words and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, too, Tommy Joe."