holiday exchange: We Won't Back Down; Our Love Will Conquer All
Author: strlight_fics
Title: We Won't Back Down; Our Love Will Conquer All
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Johnson/Spencer (Panic at the Disco)
Recipient: justranda
Summary: One romantic encounter leads to something completely unexpected between Johnson and Spencer. Mpreg. Inspired by this.
When Johnson gets back to the apartment he shares with Spencer, he's surprised the place actually doesn't smell like weed, for once. In fact, after taking a few distinct sniffs of the air, he smells... fake pine and lemon? Johnson makes his way further into the foyer, kicking the door shut as he juggles his shopping bags. "Spence! ‘m home!"
Spencer walks out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his waist and another being used to dry his hair. Johnson feels his cheeks heat up a bit at the sight of his lover. "Hey. I spent the day cleaning the kitchen and shit. You make a mess in there, I will castrate you, I swear."
Johnson laughs and sets down the bags on the area rug, walking forward to wrap his arms around Spencer's waist. Their lips brush, Spencer forgoing the towel in his hands to cup Johnson's cheeks. After a moment, Alex pulls his head back, barely. "Why don't you go get dressed? I got you something."
A soft grin graces Spencer's lips. "Oh, yeah? What?" He ducks down to look in the bags, only to be tickled on the sides of his stomach, a shrill tearing from his throat.
"No peeking, mister." Spencer sticks out his tongue at Johnson, but pads over to the bedroom regardless. Johnson runs a hand through his hair and eyes the bag closest to his feet. He scoops it up, looking through the contents to make sure everything is there as he moves deeper into the apartment and into the living room. He can hear footsteps coming down the hall, and he takes a shaky breath.
It's either now or never.
Spencer wanders back into the living room dressed in a baggy t-shirt and red flannel pajama pants, flopping with no grace whatsoever onto the couch. "So, what'd you get me?" Johnson smiles and pulls out a couple books from the bag, handing Spencer a book he knew he'd been eyeing for the past few weeks now. "Oh, thanks, babe."
"This too, Spence." Johnson hands another book, and Spencer looks down to read the cover.
"Planning Weddings for Dummies...?" By the time he looks up, Johnson is kneeling on one knee, a small black box in his hands.
Oh. Oh.
"Spencer Smith, will you have my hand in marriage?"
Spencer tugs Johnson up of the floor and into his lap, kissing him deeply. "Fuck, Alex. Of course I'll marry you." Johnson breathes a sigh of relief and kisses Spencer again, sliding his hands up the older man's chest. Spencer wraps his legs around Johnson's waist, kissing and kissing until his lips feel bruised and swollen. "Fuck me, Alex."
Johnson makes a noise and pulls back just enough to look Spencer in the eyes. "Right here? Are you sure?"
Spencer nods, sliding his hands down between them to work Johnson's jeans down and push his own flannel off his hips. "Yes. Please." Johnson groans softly as he unhooks Spencer's legs from his waist and manages to get his jeans down and off, fumbling between the back of the couch and the seat cushions for the bottle of lube kept hidden. Spencer takes off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground and tugs at the fabric of Johnson's, pulling it over Alex's head and dropping it over the edge of the couch. Johnson has already popped the lid of the lube, spreading the liquid over his fingertips. He slides his hand down, rubbing his middle and index fingers against Spencer's entrance. Spencer gasps softly and presses against Johnson's hand, the digits slipping past the ring of muscle to the first knuckle. Johnson works them inside Spencer, slowly stretching him out. A throaty groan escapes Spencer's lips when Johnson's fingers curl just right, his legs spreading wider for more.
Johnson pulses his fingers against Spencer's prostate, leaning in to nip at Spencer's collar bone. "You ready, baby?"
Spencer nods quickly. "God, yes. Need your cock."
Johnson makes a noise and presses his hard dick against Spencer's thigh, slipping his fingers out from his entrance. "Okay, fuck. Just let me go grab a condom." Spencer whimpers and tangles his fingers in Johnson's long dark hair, tugging lightly.
"Just pull out before you come. I need you inside me." Johnson agrees and grabs the bottle of lube from the couch, pouring a quarter sized amount into his palm and slicking up his cock. Wrapping his hands underneath the back of Spencer's thighs, Johnson presses his hips forward, rubbing himself against Spencer's opening. Spencer moans loudly as Alex thrusts into him, hitching his legs up around Alex's waist. It isn't exactly the best angle, but with every movement Johnson rubs against Spencer's prostate, causing Spencer to mewl. "Nngh, harder." Johnson moans and snaps his hips, Spencer crying out in pleasure and dropping his head back against the couch, moving his hips up to meet Johnson's. Spencer can tell he isn't going to last very much longer and moves one of his hands from Johnson's hair down to wrap around his hard, flushed erection. Johnson bats his hand away and replaces it with his own, jerking Spencer in time with his thrusts. Johnson's movements are becoming uncoordinated and sloppy, his own orgasm building in his stomach.
Spencer cries out and comes in hard spurts over Johnson's hand and between their bodies. Johnson growls at the feeling of Spencer's muscles clamping down on his cock and comes hard, buried deep inside his body. Spencer shakes at the sensation of Johnson's orgasm and tugs Alex down for a heated kiss, both panting against each other's lips. Spencer loosens his grip in Johnson's hair, smiling breathlessly up at his lover.
"Love you, Alex." Johnson smiles fondly and kisses Spencer again, slow and tender.
"Love you too, Spence."
*****
For the sixth morning in a row, Johnson wakes up to the sound of Spencer throwing up in the bathroom. Groaning, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and clambers out of bed. As he pads over to the bathroom, Johnson can hear Spencer whimpering softly, and sure enough, the older boy is slumped on the cold tile floor, head resting against the seat of the toilet and eyes closed. Sighing, Johnson sinks down to his knees and cards his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Spin, I'm taking you to the doctor. You've been sick like this for nearly a week."
Spencer whines, shifting closer to Johnson. "Just bad weed. ‘m fine, I promise. Just let me go back to sleep."
Johnson shakes his head and gently rubs Spencer's back. "No way, babe. You haven't even smoked up this week. I doubt it's because of pot." Johnson manages to help Spencer onto his feet, the other drummer barely cooperating. Being the awesome boyfriend that he is, Johnson helps his fiancé brush his teeth, holding Spencer's long hair out of the way when he rinses his mouth out. Together they stumble back to their room, Spencer leaning heavily against Johnson's side. Spencer all but collapses onto the bed, curling up on his side as Johnson heads over to the closet. Johnson looks back over at Spencer. "Spence, you gotta get up. You can go back to sleep when we get home, okay?"
Spencer slumps his shoulders, whining into his pillow. Johnson has to admit how pitiful Spencer looks right now. "Alex, I'm fine. I'm just so tired. Can I just go back to bed? If I'm not any better tomorrow, we can go then. Please?"
Johnson sighs and fixes his attention back to the closet, grabbing a t-shirt and jeans for Spencer as well as some clothes for himself. He walks over to the bed and sets down Spencer's clothes. "Get dressed, so we can go. You can sleep in the car."
Spencer pouts, but begrudgingly gets dressed, nonetheless.
*****
After pulling over on the side of the road four times for Spencer to puke, they finally have made it to the hospital. Now they sit in one of the sterile exam rooms, waiting for the doctor to come back. Spencer sits perched up on the exam table, wearing a weird sheet-like gown that doesn't even close in the back. His ass feels really cold and uncomfortable as he tries to sit still, and the plainness of the room only seems to make him claustrophobic. "Johnson, they seriously need to get an interior decorator in here. There's nothing comforting about white linen on white walls. It's just tacky."
Before Johnson can answer, the door to the hospital room opens, a middle aged man with a clipboard and a lab coat walking inside with a soft smile. "Hello, Spencer. I'm Dr. Kherington." He reaches forward with the hand not clutching the clipboard and shakes Spencer's hand, followed by Johnson's. "So, the nurses tell me that you're vomiting a bit. Anything else that's bothering you?"
Spencer reaches his hand closest to Johnson out and laces their fingers together. "I've been really tired and weak. Other than that, I feel fine." Doctor Kherington nods along, scribbling words down on his board as Spencer talks.
"I see. And how long has this been an issue?"
This time, Johnson pipes up. "Almost a week."
The doctor gives another nod. "Well, I think I know what's going on with your body. All we have to do is a simple test."
Spencer watches the doctor curiously as he wanders over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a thin, rectangular box. From afar, Johnson and Spencer can't tell what the object is, but when the doctor moves closer and hands Spencer the box, he deadpans. "A male pregnancy test?"
The doctor nods mutely. "It easily explains your symptoms; morning sickness and fatigue are among the early signs of pregnancy." He pauses, eyes flickering between Spencer and Johnson. "I assume the two of you are... active."
Spencer visibly pales. "Yes, but we use condoms."
Johnson hangs his head a bit, chewing on his bottom lip. "Well, there was that one time...."
It takes a minute for Spencer to realize what Johnson is talking about, but when he does, he sits up straight and smacks the back of Johnson's head. "I told you to pull out!"
Johnson hisses softly and rubs the back of his head gently. "I'm sorry!"
Doctor Kherington sighs and looks at the two boys. "Technically, it wasn't your fault-"
"Alex."
"-Alex. You also should be aware that pre-come has sperm in it. So even if you didn't release inside of him, he still could have gotten pregnant."
When Johnson turns to look at Spencer, Spencer's expression is one that he only gets when he's about to cry, and Johnson has only seen that once before when his mom called to tell Spencer she had to put one of their dogs to sleep. Johnson makes his way to stand and walk over towards his lover, but Spencer hops off of the table and lightly pushes him away with one of his hands. "I'll be right back. Doc, can you show me where the bathroom is?"
The doctor nods and gestures with his free hand. "Just down the hall, first door on the left."
Spencer wastes no time leaving the exam room.
*****
The entire car ride home is silent, the only sound filling the air is that of the air conditioner. Spencer tries to duck away from Johnson when they park and head inside their apartment, but Johnson blocks his escape. "Baby, we need to talk about this...."
Spencer shakes his head and presses his hands against Johnson, trying to push him out of the doorway. "I don't want to talk to about it, right now."
Johnson frowns, bringing up a hand to cup Spencer's cheek. "Spencer-"
Spencer shoves Johnson's hand away, finally able to brush past the smaller man. "I told you not now!" He stalks off to their bedroom, but this time, Johnson makes no effort to stop his fiancé. Instead, he pulls his cell from his side pocket, flipping it open to call Marshall.
Marshall answers on the second ring. "Hey man, what's-?" Johnson doesn't let him finish the sentence before cutting him off.
"I fucked up, Marsh." He stumbles over to the living room, sinking down into one of the armchairs. He scrubs a hand over his face, rubbing at one of his temples.
Marshall sighs, and Johnson can hear shuffling in the background, like he's moving to a place where they can talk without anyone else butting into the conversation. "What happened?"
Johnson slumps his shoulders and hangs his head, long dark hair covering most of his face. "I knocked him up."
Marshall goes silent for a few moments, and that is something Johnson isn't used to. "Um, what? Seriously?"
Johnson nods, even though he knows Marshall can't see him. He can feel the burn of tears in the corners of his eyes and squeezes his lids shut. "Yeah. I mean. Fuck, what do I do, Marsh?"
There's a long pause on the other end of the line. Johnson's given up at trying not to cry, silent tears making their way down his cheeks. "Do you want the baby, Alex?"
A soft, pathetic sob clenches in his throat, and he rubs at his eyes in an attempt to stop the hot tears from falling. "Yeah, I. I do."
"Go talk to him. He's probably afraid that you're not going to want to be with him, because he's pregnant. He needs to know that you're in this with him."
Johnson regains his composure and pulls himself up from the chair, wiping his face with his hand. "Thanks, man." He shuts his phone and slips it back into his pocket, slowly walking over to the master bedroom. When he turns the knob, he's surprised that the door isn't locked and pushes it open, slowly.
Spencer's knees are pulled against his chest, tears landing on the fabric of his jeans as he cries silently. It nearly breaks Johnson's heart, and he moves closer to the bed, sitting down next to his fiancé. He wraps his arms around Spencer, and this time, Spencer doesn't pull away. Instead he lets go of his legs and clings to Johnson, burying his face into Johnson's chest. Johnson just holds him close as he feels the tears dampen his shirt, gently rocking him in his arms and carding his own fingers through Spencer's. When the tears finally subside, Spencer sits up a little in Johnson's embrace, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks. "How are we supposed to do this, ‘lex? Are we ready for a baby?" Spencer bites down on his bottom lip, looking over at Johnson.
Johnson shrugs, reaching over to stroke Spencer's temple. "We'll get through this, Spin. As long as we're together in this, we can handle it." Spencer nods weakly and leans forward, pressing his lips chastely against Johnson's. Johnson kisses back, sliding his hand back to rub the base of Spencer's neck. The two part, resting next to each other in silence.
After a moment, Spencer breaks the silence, his voice quiet and shaky. "What about the wedding?"
Johnson leans over and kisses Spencer's forehead, moving the older boy's hair out of his eyes. "We can always wait until the baby's born."
They end up heading over to City Hall that afternoon and fill out their marriage license, Marshall and Ryan by their sides as their witnesses. Johnson can't help but turn into a puddle of goo when Spencer fucking beams at him, and they kiss, slow and tender.
*****
Four months later, Spencer completely refuses to leave the apartment. "I'm huge, Alex! No one wants to see the fat drummer of Panic at the Disco," he huffs as he crosses his arms against his chest.
Sighing, Johnson sits next to his hormonal lover. "Spencer, you're not fat. You're with child. And you look amazing." A light blush tints Spencer's cheeks, and his lips press against Johnson's, kissing him deeply. Johnson slides a hand over Spencer's ever expanding stomach, rubbing gently as they kiss. Spencer breathes a sigh of content against Johnson's mouth, and he pulls his head back, pillowing his head on Johnson's shoulder. A light tap hits Johnson's hand from the inside of Spencer, and he freezes. He's sure that this isn't the first time baby has kicked, but it's the first time he's felt it. His lips can't help but tug into a grin so wide it hurts his cheeks, and he kisses Spencer again, lightly.
Spencer shakes his head lightly, a smile glued to his face. "I think that means jelly bean likes you."
Johnson beams and untangles himself from Spencer's frame, sliding down the couch and settling in front of Spencer's protruding stomach. He lets his hands wander over Spencer's belly, leaning forward to press his lips where Spencer's shirt has ridden up. "Hey there, kiddo. It's your other daddy. Just wanted to tell you how much I love you and can hardly wait to hold you in my arms." He drops another kiss to the bump, and feels another kick where he had pressed his lips. He looks up at Spencer, his smile never faltering as he climbs back up the couch. His lips find Spencer's, and together they sit, just enjoying the presence of one another.
At one point, Johnson reminds Spencer that he has his six month check-up with Doctor Kherington. Spencer whines and tries to curl up against his husband, but only manages to get one leg onto the couch tucked underneath his body. Johnson eventually manages to haul Spencer on his feet and out the door to his car. Despite not having to pull over multiple times for Spencer to throw up on the shoulder of the road, they still manage to be fairly late to the appointment. Johnson isn't sure what's worse: morning sickness or Spencer's foul and ridiculous cravings.
*****
All of the boys of The Cab and Panic at the Disco are gathered together at Cash and Marshall's house on Christmas Eve when Spencer goes into labor. At first, Spencer thinks it's just the baby moving inside of him, but the pain is sharper, more defined. He squeezes at Johnson's arm, who's chatting away with Singer about some band they started listening to. He squeezes again, and Johnson turns his gaze. "What's up, Spin?"
Spencer's face has gone pale, and Johnson can see him wince as his fingers tighten into Johnson's hoodie. "Baby wants to come out, I think."
It takes a minute for the words to register in Johnson's brain, but as soon as they do, he's flying up and out of his seat next to Spencer on the couch. "Shit, okay. Ian, you go to our place and grab Spencer's overnight bag, and meet us at the hospital." Johnson tugs them from his coat pocket and tosses them in Ian's direction, the curly-haired boy catching them in mid air. "Someone, I don't care who, drive us there?" Marshall volunteers, and everyone starts moving about, almost frantically, helping Spencer get dressed up in his winter clothing and put his shoes back on. Spencer whimpers as Johnson helps him onto his feet. "Everyone else, we'll meet you at the hospital."
When they get to Marshall's car, Ryan is right at their heels. "I'm coming with you guys. My best friend is going into fucking labor." Johnson nods and eases Spencer into the backseat, sitting next to him as Ryan climbs into the front passenger seat. Marshall's lead foot comes in handy, and they make it to the hospital in less than fifteen minutes. Spencer squeezes onto Johnson's hand while Marshall parks, a soft noise of pain hitching in his throat as a contraction rolls through his body.
"Breathe, baby, I've got you." Spencer draws in a quivering breath and holds Johnson's hand tight, slowly relaxing as the pain fades. Johnson, Marshall and Ryan all manage to help Spencer into the ER, and a nurse quickly settles Spencer into a wheel chair, wheeling him and leading Johnson up to the Labor and Delivery floor of the hospital. Johnson can already tell it's going to be a rough night.
*****
Jayden Michael Johnson-Smith is welcomed into the world at seven thirty am Christmas morning, his arms waving as he lets out his first cry. After Spencer's stomach is sewn up, the baby boy is placed in his arms, wrapped up in a blue and white stripped blanket. Spencer's eyes immediately fill with tears, taking in the view of his newborn son. He can hear Johnson sniff as he places a kiss against Jayden's forehead, the baby calming down in his arms.
"He's perfect, Alex."
Johnson nods, tucking his hair behind his ears and running his index finger over one of the tiny hands. Jayden grabs onto it, looking up at Johnson with his eyes in slits. Spencer melts and beams up at his husband. Johnson beams back, his eyes red rimmed. "You did it, Spin."
Spencer laughs softly, watching the baby yawn widely and drift off to sleep. "I did." He turns back to Johnson, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes and smiling tiredly. "Merry Christmas."
Alex bends down and presses his lips against Spencer, kissing him with love and tenderness. "Merry Christmas, love."
Title: We Won't Back Down; Our Love Will Conquer All
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Johnson/Spencer (Panic at the Disco)
Recipient: justranda
Summary: One romantic encounter leads to something completely unexpected between Johnson and Spencer. Mpreg. Inspired by this.
When Johnson gets back to the apartment he shares with Spencer, he's surprised the place actually doesn't smell like weed, for once. In fact, after taking a few distinct sniffs of the air, he smells... fake pine and lemon? Johnson makes his way further into the foyer, kicking the door shut as he juggles his shopping bags. "Spence! ‘m home!"
Spencer walks out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his waist and another being used to dry his hair. Johnson feels his cheeks heat up a bit at the sight of his lover. "Hey. I spent the day cleaning the kitchen and shit. You make a mess in there, I will castrate you, I swear."
Johnson laughs and sets down the bags on the area rug, walking forward to wrap his arms around Spencer's waist. Their lips brush, Spencer forgoing the towel in his hands to cup Johnson's cheeks. After a moment, Alex pulls his head back, barely. "Why don't you go get dressed? I got you something."
A soft grin graces Spencer's lips. "Oh, yeah? What?" He ducks down to look in the bags, only to be tickled on the sides of his stomach, a shrill tearing from his throat.
"No peeking, mister." Spencer sticks out his tongue at Johnson, but pads over to the bedroom regardless. Johnson runs a hand through his hair and eyes the bag closest to his feet. He scoops it up, looking through the contents to make sure everything is there as he moves deeper into the apartment and into the living room. He can hear footsteps coming down the hall, and he takes a shaky breath.
It's either now or never.
Spencer wanders back into the living room dressed in a baggy t-shirt and red flannel pajama pants, flopping with no grace whatsoever onto the couch. "So, what'd you get me?" Johnson smiles and pulls out a couple books from the bag, handing Spencer a book he knew he'd been eyeing for the past few weeks now. "Oh, thanks, babe."
"This too, Spence." Johnson hands another book, and Spencer looks down to read the cover.
"Planning Weddings for Dummies...?" By the time he looks up, Johnson is kneeling on one knee, a small black box in his hands.
Oh. Oh.
"Spencer Smith, will you have my hand in marriage?"
Spencer tugs Johnson up of the floor and into his lap, kissing him deeply. "Fuck, Alex. Of course I'll marry you." Johnson breathes a sigh of relief and kisses Spencer again, sliding his hands up the older man's chest. Spencer wraps his legs around Johnson's waist, kissing and kissing until his lips feel bruised and swollen. "Fuck me, Alex."
Johnson makes a noise and pulls back just enough to look Spencer in the eyes. "Right here? Are you sure?"
Spencer nods, sliding his hands down between them to work Johnson's jeans down and push his own flannel off his hips. "Yes. Please." Johnson groans softly as he unhooks Spencer's legs from his waist and manages to get his jeans down and off, fumbling between the back of the couch and the seat cushions for the bottle of lube kept hidden. Spencer takes off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground and tugs at the fabric of Johnson's, pulling it over Alex's head and dropping it over the edge of the couch. Johnson has already popped the lid of the lube, spreading the liquid over his fingertips. He slides his hand down, rubbing his middle and index fingers against Spencer's entrance. Spencer gasps softly and presses against Johnson's hand, the digits slipping past the ring of muscle to the first knuckle. Johnson works them inside Spencer, slowly stretching him out. A throaty groan escapes Spencer's lips when Johnson's fingers curl just right, his legs spreading wider for more.
Johnson pulses his fingers against Spencer's prostate, leaning in to nip at Spencer's collar bone. "You ready, baby?"
Spencer nods quickly. "God, yes. Need your cock."
Johnson makes a noise and presses his hard dick against Spencer's thigh, slipping his fingers out from his entrance. "Okay, fuck. Just let me go grab a condom." Spencer whimpers and tangles his fingers in Johnson's long dark hair, tugging lightly.
"Just pull out before you come. I need you inside me." Johnson agrees and grabs the bottle of lube from the couch, pouring a quarter sized amount into his palm and slicking up his cock. Wrapping his hands underneath the back of Spencer's thighs, Johnson presses his hips forward, rubbing himself against Spencer's opening. Spencer moans loudly as Alex thrusts into him, hitching his legs up around Alex's waist. It isn't exactly the best angle, but with every movement Johnson rubs against Spencer's prostate, causing Spencer to mewl. "Nngh, harder." Johnson moans and snaps his hips, Spencer crying out in pleasure and dropping his head back against the couch, moving his hips up to meet Johnson's. Spencer can tell he isn't going to last very much longer and moves one of his hands from Johnson's hair down to wrap around his hard, flushed erection. Johnson bats his hand away and replaces it with his own, jerking Spencer in time with his thrusts. Johnson's movements are becoming uncoordinated and sloppy, his own orgasm building in his stomach.
Spencer cries out and comes in hard spurts over Johnson's hand and between their bodies. Johnson growls at the feeling of Spencer's muscles clamping down on his cock and comes hard, buried deep inside his body. Spencer shakes at the sensation of Johnson's orgasm and tugs Alex down for a heated kiss, both panting against each other's lips. Spencer loosens his grip in Johnson's hair, smiling breathlessly up at his lover.
"Love you, Alex." Johnson smiles fondly and kisses Spencer again, slow and tender.
"Love you too, Spence."
*****
For the sixth morning in a row, Johnson wakes up to the sound of Spencer throwing up in the bathroom. Groaning, he kicks his legs over the side of the bed and clambers out of bed. As he pads over to the bathroom, Johnson can hear Spencer whimpering softly, and sure enough, the older boy is slumped on the cold tile floor, head resting against the seat of the toilet and eyes closed. Sighing, Johnson sinks down to his knees and cards his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Spin, I'm taking you to the doctor. You've been sick like this for nearly a week."
Spencer whines, shifting closer to Johnson. "Just bad weed. ‘m fine, I promise. Just let me go back to sleep."
Johnson shakes his head and gently rubs Spencer's back. "No way, babe. You haven't even smoked up this week. I doubt it's because of pot." Johnson manages to help Spencer onto his feet, the other drummer barely cooperating. Being the awesome boyfriend that he is, Johnson helps his fiancé brush his teeth, holding Spencer's long hair out of the way when he rinses his mouth out. Together they stumble back to their room, Spencer leaning heavily against Johnson's side. Spencer all but collapses onto the bed, curling up on his side as Johnson heads over to the closet. Johnson looks back over at Spencer. "Spence, you gotta get up. You can go back to sleep when we get home, okay?"
Spencer slumps his shoulders, whining into his pillow. Johnson has to admit how pitiful Spencer looks right now. "Alex, I'm fine. I'm just so tired. Can I just go back to bed? If I'm not any better tomorrow, we can go then. Please?"
Johnson sighs and fixes his attention back to the closet, grabbing a t-shirt and jeans for Spencer as well as some clothes for himself. He walks over to the bed and sets down Spencer's clothes. "Get dressed, so we can go. You can sleep in the car."
Spencer pouts, but begrudgingly gets dressed, nonetheless.
*****
After pulling over on the side of the road four times for Spencer to puke, they finally have made it to the hospital. Now they sit in one of the sterile exam rooms, waiting for the doctor to come back. Spencer sits perched up on the exam table, wearing a weird sheet-like gown that doesn't even close in the back. His ass feels really cold and uncomfortable as he tries to sit still, and the plainness of the room only seems to make him claustrophobic. "Johnson, they seriously need to get an interior decorator in here. There's nothing comforting about white linen on white walls. It's just tacky."
Before Johnson can answer, the door to the hospital room opens, a middle aged man with a clipboard and a lab coat walking inside with a soft smile. "Hello, Spencer. I'm Dr. Kherington." He reaches forward with the hand not clutching the clipboard and shakes Spencer's hand, followed by Johnson's. "So, the nurses tell me that you're vomiting a bit. Anything else that's bothering you?"
Spencer reaches his hand closest to Johnson out and laces their fingers together. "I've been really tired and weak. Other than that, I feel fine." Doctor Kherington nods along, scribbling words down on his board as Spencer talks.
"I see. And how long has this been an issue?"
This time, Johnson pipes up. "Almost a week."
The doctor gives another nod. "Well, I think I know what's going on with your body. All we have to do is a simple test."
Spencer watches the doctor curiously as he wanders over to one of the cabinets, pulling out a thin, rectangular box. From afar, Johnson and Spencer can't tell what the object is, but when the doctor moves closer and hands Spencer the box, he deadpans. "A male pregnancy test?"
The doctor nods mutely. "It easily explains your symptoms; morning sickness and fatigue are among the early signs of pregnancy." He pauses, eyes flickering between Spencer and Johnson. "I assume the two of you are... active."
Spencer visibly pales. "Yes, but we use condoms."
Johnson hangs his head a bit, chewing on his bottom lip. "Well, there was that one time...."
It takes a minute for Spencer to realize what Johnson is talking about, but when he does, he sits up straight and smacks the back of Johnson's head. "I told you to pull out!"
Johnson hisses softly and rubs the back of his head gently. "I'm sorry!"
Doctor Kherington sighs and looks at the two boys. "Technically, it wasn't your fault-"
"Alex."
"-Alex. You also should be aware that pre-come has sperm in it. So even if you didn't release inside of him, he still could have gotten pregnant."
When Johnson turns to look at Spencer, Spencer's expression is one that he only gets when he's about to cry, and Johnson has only seen that once before when his mom called to tell Spencer she had to put one of their dogs to sleep. Johnson makes his way to stand and walk over towards his lover, but Spencer hops off of the table and lightly pushes him away with one of his hands. "I'll be right back. Doc, can you show me where the bathroom is?"
The doctor nods and gestures with his free hand. "Just down the hall, first door on the left."
Spencer wastes no time leaving the exam room.
*****
The entire car ride home is silent, the only sound filling the air is that of the air conditioner. Spencer tries to duck away from Johnson when they park and head inside their apartment, but Johnson blocks his escape. "Baby, we need to talk about this...."
Spencer shakes his head and presses his hands against Johnson, trying to push him out of the doorway. "I don't want to talk to about it, right now."
Johnson frowns, bringing up a hand to cup Spencer's cheek. "Spencer-"
Spencer shoves Johnson's hand away, finally able to brush past the smaller man. "I told you not now!" He stalks off to their bedroom, but this time, Johnson makes no effort to stop his fiancé. Instead, he pulls his cell from his side pocket, flipping it open to call Marshall.
Marshall answers on the second ring. "Hey man, what's-?" Johnson doesn't let him finish the sentence before cutting him off.
"I fucked up, Marsh." He stumbles over to the living room, sinking down into one of the armchairs. He scrubs a hand over his face, rubbing at one of his temples.
Marshall sighs, and Johnson can hear shuffling in the background, like he's moving to a place where they can talk without anyone else butting into the conversation. "What happened?"
Johnson slumps his shoulders and hangs his head, long dark hair covering most of his face. "I knocked him up."
Marshall goes silent for a few moments, and that is something Johnson isn't used to. "Um, what? Seriously?"
Johnson nods, even though he knows Marshall can't see him. He can feel the burn of tears in the corners of his eyes and squeezes his lids shut. "Yeah. I mean. Fuck, what do I do, Marsh?"
There's a long pause on the other end of the line. Johnson's given up at trying not to cry, silent tears making their way down his cheeks. "Do you want the baby, Alex?"
A soft, pathetic sob clenches in his throat, and he rubs at his eyes in an attempt to stop the hot tears from falling. "Yeah, I. I do."
"Go talk to him. He's probably afraid that you're not going to want to be with him, because he's pregnant. He needs to know that you're in this with him."
Johnson regains his composure and pulls himself up from the chair, wiping his face with his hand. "Thanks, man." He shuts his phone and slips it back into his pocket, slowly walking over to the master bedroom. When he turns the knob, he's surprised that the door isn't locked and pushes it open, slowly.
Spencer's knees are pulled against his chest, tears landing on the fabric of his jeans as he cries silently. It nearly breaks Johnson's heart, and he moves closer to the bed, sitting down next to his fiancé. He wraps his arms around Spencer, and this time, Spencer doesn't pull away. Instead he lets go of his legs and clings to Johnson, burying his face into Johnson's chest. Johnson just holds him close as he feels the tears dampen his shirt, gently rocking him in his arms and carding his own fingers through Spencer's. When the tears finally subside, Spencer sits up a little in Johnson's embrace, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks. "How are we supposed to do this, ‘lex? Are we ready for a baby?" Spencer bites down on his bottom lip, looking over at Johnson.
Johnson shrugs, reaching over to stroke Spencer's temple. "We'll get through this, Spin. As long as we're together in this, we can handle it." Spencer nods weakly and leans forward, pressing his lips chastely against Johnson's. Johnson kisses back, sliding his hand back to rub the base of Spencer's neck. The two part, resting next to each other in silence.
After a moment, Spencer breaks the silence, his voice quiet and shaky. "What about the wedding?"
Johnson leans over and kisses Spencer's forehead, moving the older boy's hair out of his eyes. "We can always wait until the baby's born."
They end up heading over to City Hall that afternoon and fill out their marriage license, Marshall and Ryan by their sides as their witnesses. Johnson can't help but turn into a puddle of goo when Spencer fucking beams at him, and they kiss, slow and tender.
*****
Four months later, Spencer completely refuses to leave the apartment. "I'm huge, Alex! No one wants to see the fat drummer of Panic at the Disco," he huffs as he crosses his arms against his chest.
Sighing, Johnson sits next to his hormonal lover. "Spencer, you're not fat. You're with child. And you look amazing." A light blush tints Spencer's cheeks, and his lips press against Johnson's, kissing him deeply. Johnson slides a hand over Spencer's ever expanding stomach, rubbing gently as they kiss. Spencer breathes a sigh of content against Johnson's mouth, and he pulls his head back, pillowing his head on Johnson's shoulder. A light tap hits Johnson's hand from the inside of Spencer, and he freezes. He's sure that this isn't the first time baby has kicked, but it's the first time he's felt it. His lips can't help but tug into a grin so wide it hurts his cheeks, and he kisses Spencer again, lightly.
Spencer shakes his head lightly, a smile glued to his face. "I think that means jelly bean likes you."
Johnson beams and untangles himself from Spencer's frame, sliding down the couch and settling in front of Spencer's protruding stomach. He lets his hands wander over Spencer's belly, leaning forward to press his lips where Spencer's shirt has ridden up. "Hey there, kiddo. It's your other daddy. Just wanted to tell you how much I love you and can hardly wait to hold you in my arms." He drops another kiss to the bump, and feels another kick where he had pressed his lips. He looks up at Spencer, his smile never faltering as he climbs back up the couch. His lips find Spencer's, and together they sit, just enjoying the presence of one another.
At one point, Johnson reminds Spencer that he has his six month check-up with Doctor Kherington. Spencer whines and tries to curl up against his husband, but only manages to get one leg onto the couch tucked underneath his body. Johnson eventually manages to haul Spencer on his feet and out the door to his car. Despite not having to pull over multiple times for Spencer to throw up on the shoulder of the road, they still manage to be fairly late to the appointment. Johnson isn't sure what's worse: morning sickness or Spencer's foul and ridiculous cravings.
*****
All of the boys of The Cab and Panic at the Disco are gathered together at Cash and Marshall's house on Christmas Eve when Spencer goes into labor. At first, Spencer thinks it's just the baby moving inside of him, but the pain is sharper, more defined. He squeezes at Johnson's arm, who's chatting away with Singer about some band they started listening to. He squeezes again, and Johnson turns his gaze. "What's up, Spin?"
Spencer's face has gone pale, and Johnson can see him wince as his fingers tighten into Johnson's hoodie. "Baby wants to come out, I think."
It takes a minute for the words to register in Johnson's brain, but as soon as they do, he's flying up and out of his seat next to Spencer on the couch. "Shit, okay. Ian, you go to our place and grab Spencer's overnight bag, and meet us at the hospital." Johnson tugs them from his coat pocket and tosses them in Ian's direction, the curly-haired boy catching them in mid air. "Someone, I don't care who, drive us there?" Marshall volunteers, and everyone starts moving about, almost frantically, helping Spencer get dressed up in his winter clothing and put his shoes back on. Spencer whimpers as Johnson helps him onto his feet. "Everyone else, we'll meet you at the hospital."
When they get to Marshall's car, Ryan is right at their heels. "I'm coming with you guys. My best friend is going into fucking labor." Johnson nods and eases Spencer into the backseat, sitting next to him as Ryan climbs into the front passenger seat. Marshall's lead foot comes in handy, and they make it to the hospital in less than fifteen minutes. Spencer squeezes onto Johnson's hand while Marshall parks, a soft noise of pain hitching in his throat as a contraction rolls through his body.
"Breathe, baby, I've got you." Spencer draws in a quivering breath and holds Johnson's hand tight, slowly relaxing as the pain fades. Johnson, Marshall and Ryan all manage to help Spencer into the ER, and a nurse quickly settles Spencer into a wheel chair, wheeling him and leading Johnson up to the Labor and Delivery floor of the hospital. Johnson can already tell it's going to be a rough night.
*****
Jayden Michael Johnson-Smith is welcomed into the world at seven thirty am Christmas morning, his arms waving as he lets out his first cry. After Spencer's stomach is sewn up, the baby boy is placed in his arms, wrapped up in a blue and white stripped blanket. Spencer's eyes immediately fill with tears, taking in the view of his newborn son. He can hear Johnson sniff as he places a kiss against Jayden's forehead, the baby calming down in his arms.
"He's perfect, Alex."
Johnson nods, tucking his hair behind his ears and running his index finger over one of the tiny hands. Jayden grabs onto it, looking up at Johnson with his eyes in slits. Spencer melts and beams up at his husband. Johnson beams back, his eyes red rimmed. "You did it, Spin."
Spencer laughs softly, watching the baby yawn widely and drift off to sleep. "I did." He turns back to Johnson, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes and smiling tiredly. "Merry Christmas."
Alex bends down and presses his lips against Spencer, kissing him with love and tenderness. "Merry Christmas, love."