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Title: In Your Arms, I Feel No Fear
Author: earth_heart
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Warnings: M-Preg
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story; it is merely for amusement.
AN: For the fixexchange_mix; recipient being one kimisgirl . I chose her third prompt which was: MPREG - Jensen falls pregnant a month before Christmas and he is scared to tell Misha... but when Misha finds out he puts Jensen's mind at ease telling him it's the best Christmas present he could have gotten. And asks him to marry him on Christmas day. Making sure Jensen knows it's not just cause of baby.
AN 2: Bear with me. I’ve never written MPREG before in my life, and I’m asking my mom a lot of questions about this stuff. So, uh... I hope you like it anyway, hon. D:
Summary: This was ridiculous. No, this was downright insane. Jensen stared down at the little stick, held between shaking fingers, and gaped at the little blue plus sign that had decided to royally fuck his life over forevermore.
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This was ridiculous. No, this was downright insane. Jensen stared down at the little stick, held between shaking fingers, and gaped at the little blue plus sign that had decided to royally fuck his life over forevermore.
Pregnant. He was pregnant. Sure, he and Misha had fucked around dozens of times without a condom, but Jensen had never thought there was any harm in it. They were both guys, and they were both clean, so what was there to worry about?
This, apparently. Jensen had taken the test six times already, panic filling him more with each little positive sign that resulted. The word pregnant bounced around inside his skull, tearing down plans and dreams and filling him with a mess of emotions he didn’t even know how to start sifting through.
“Jensen? Hey, man, are you okay?” Jared’s voice drifted through the closed bathroom door, and Jensen jumped. He quickly swept all of the pregnancy tests off of the counter and into the waste basket, dropping the final one in after them and slamming down the lid. He’d run to Jared’s house to do this, because he absolutely didn’t know what to tell Misha, and because Jared had been his best friend since forever.
The symptoms had started a week ago with morning sickness. Jensen just thought he’d caught a bad bug, and Misha had kept him home to tend to him. However, when the nausea didn’t pass, they’d gone to see the doctor. The doctor hadn’t known what to tell them, saying that Jensen had no real fever and, for all intents and purposes, he was as healthy as he’d ever been.
“If you were a woman, I’d ask if you were pregnant.” he’d joked, and they’d all laughed. Even Jensen, although for some reason that one little comment stuck with him. It had turned over and over in his mind, festering and growing. Finally, unable to let it go, Jensen had gone out and bought several pregnancy tests. Once he saw the negative sign, it would put his mind at ease and he could forget this whole thing.
Unfortunately, that didn’t look like it was going to happen any time soon.
“Jensen? Answer me; you’re kind of starting to worry me.” His friend’s voice was louder, now, filled with worry as he knocked harder on the door. It made Jensen give himself a quick shake before he unlocked the door and opened it.
“Sorry, Jay, I’m good.” he muttered, looking at his feet and scuffing his socks against the linoleum. However, with his eyes pointed downwards, it eventually led to him staring at his stomach. There’s something growing in there he thought. His whole body seized up. There’s a tiny life growing inside of me, and I don’t know what to do about it.
“Whoa, hey, Jensen.” Jared sounded panicky now, grabbing him by his arms and catching him. Jensen hadn’t even realized he’d started to slide down the doorjamb. “Dude, come and sit on the bed. You really don’t look good. I’ll go call Misha.”
Hearing the mention of his lover, Jensen grabbed onto Jared and stared up at him with wide, panicked eyes. “No, wait! I’m fine. Really, I’m fine. I just... it’s stupid.”
His hazel eyes full of concern, Jared led Jensen out to the family room and pushed him into the big, soft recliner. He then left to grab a chair from the dining room and hauled it back over; sitting down close to his friend and staring at him.
“Jensen, what’s wrong? You come over here with a CVS bag in your hands and immediately lock yourself in my bathroom for an hour. I come to get you and you look like you’re about to faint. Really, man, you’re not giving me much to go on here other than you’re sick, or you’re dying.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Oh, god. Jensen hadn’t meant to blurt that out, and as soon as the words slipped past his lips he slammed his mouth shut and, like a child who had just said something naughty, slapped a hand over his lips.
Jared stared at him for a moment, his mouth hanging open, and then proceeded to burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he doubled over, clutching at his stomach with one hand while wiping at his tears with the other.
“Right, man. Right. You’re a preggo, and I’m the Queen.” he wheezed.
That made Jensen angry, and suddenly he was so full of fury that he felt like punching Jared. “Oh, thanks.” he spat out, shoving himself out of the chair and stalking towards the door. “I’m so fucking glad I can count on your support then, Your Majesty.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Jared was up and running after him at that, grabbing Jensen by the bicep and holding him back. “Just wait a minute, man. Seriously? How the fuck... that makes no sense!”
“Like I don’t know that?!” Jensen snarled, ripping his arm free from his friend’s hold and grabbing his jacket. “You think any part of this makes sense? Any part of it at all? What the fuck am I supposed to do? I don’t have the reproductive organs needed to carry a child. Fuck, I don’t even have a birth canal for which to bring it into the world! All of this is a medical impossibility, but that didn’t seem to stop me from getting knocked up!”
Jensen didn’t know when he started crying, but by the time Jared pulled him into a hug he was full-on sobbing. The soft cotton of Jared’s long-sleeved thermal was getting pretty wet, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop crying.
“Hey, hey, calm down, Jensen, calm down.” Who would have known Jared could be so soothing, but the taller man was certainly having an effect in calming down Jensen’s hysteria. “You never could do anything by halves, Ackles. Just... stop crying, and fix yourself up. Do you want me to call Misha?” When Jensen began to frantically shake his head, his friend hushed him. “I don’t mean to tell him. That’s all on you. But I can have him come and get you, since you really, really shouldn’t be driving like this.”
“Yeah... yeah, okay.” Jensen rasped, letting himself be led back to the recliner. He settled into the thick, warm chair and pulled his legs up, tucking them under his body to warm his cold toes. Jared made a motion towards his face, so Jensen scrubbed away his tears and sniffled, trying to get himself together. He could hear his friend in the kitchen, talking to his lover.
“Misha? Hey, it’s Jared. Yeah, yeah, I’m good. No, really, I haven’t frozen yet.” There was a soft laugh, and then Jared was talking again. “Listen, Jensen’s over here. What? Oh, no; no, he’s not all right. He’s really not feeling well, and he just kind of freaked out in my entryway. I was wondering if you could... yeah, that would be great. Thanks, man. Yeah, see you soon.”
Jensen didn’t remember falling asleep. He somehow had, though, and when he woke up Misha was sitting on the floor in front of him. His lover’s cheeks were red from the cold, his hair even messier than normal; a few snowflakes had yet to melt and were stubbornly clinging to the black-brown strands.
“Hey.” he murmured, sliding a cold hand over Jensen’s knee and grinning. “Heard you had a princess moment. So, your knight in shining armor is here to pick you up and take you home.”
Jensen chuckled, though even he knew there wasn’t any amusement in the sound. So of course Misha knew, his blue eyes going darker from worry as he pushed himself up and held out a hand. Even with cold fingers, it was still wonderful to feel his lover’s grounding hold as he helped Jensen up out of the chair.
The drive home was mostly quiet, which wasn’t exactly unusual for them. Oftentimes they were more than happy to remain silent in the car, letting the air between them fill with comfortable silences and emotions that didn’t need to be said, because they were always felt. Soft music filled whatever gaps the silence didn’t, some band that Jensen hadn’t remembered to learn the name of.
When they pulled up outside of their apartment, Jensen looked at the building and smiled. It had actually originally been Misha’s apartment, but after six months of dating he’d asked Jensen to move in with him. Jensen had been more than happy enough to comply. It wasn’t the same as being in Misha’s house, but Jensen didn’t care. Jensen loved Misha’s house, though. Nearly everything in there had been built by the man, and even though Icarus wasn’t a big fan of Misha’s turtles, they got along well enough.
Icarus was waiting for them when they walked through the door, his tail wagging. Jensen didn’t have the heart to leave his dog behind, and so he’d brought him along to Vancouver. He immediately went for Jensen, but Misha pushed the mutt away with a gentle foot.
“Not right now, buddy. Daddy needs to get his ass in bed and rest while Misha cares for him, because apparently Daddy can’t take care of himself.”
Misha’s words were light and full of amusement, but Jensen still felt that clawing sense that he’d screwed up, which was followed by the need to cry.
“I’m sorry, Misha.” he mumbled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to have you come all the way across town to haul my ass home.”
“Don’t worry about it. That was the highlight of my entire night.” his lover responded cheerfully as he went about stripping Jensen on their way to the bedroom. By the time they got there, both men were in their boxers. However, all that happened was Misha bundling him up into a thick pair of flannel pajamas and an equally-warm long-sleeved shirt.
“You’re a godsend, Misha.” Jensen whispered, slipping under the sheets and snuggling down. His lover was quick to join him, dressed in his own winter sleepwear. Though smaller in both size and build, Misha still managed to fully wrap himself around Jensen, his touches light and loving.
“You know it, hunk.” he agreed, brushing his plump lips over Jensen’s forehead before resting his chin in Jensen’s hair. “Now, are you going to be well enough to go to work tomorrow, or am I going to have to keep you home? Kripke’s going to be pissed if we miss much more filming, but at least we’ve got a hiatus soon.”
“I should be okay.” Jensen mumbled, already feeling the tug of sleep trying to draw him in. “Love you, Mish.”
“Love you too, Jen.”
Jensen’s sleep was mostly untroubled, but when morning came around he felt that familiar rolling pitch in his stomach. He shot out of bed and into the bathroom, hitting the floor on his knees just in time to vomit into the toilet. The familiar, hated burning brought tears to his eyes, which trickled down his face, and he half-sobbed, half-coughed as he continued to retch.
Misha’s hand was a warm weight on his back, stroking down his spine in soothing pets as he murmured reassurances to Jensen. It made him feel better knowing that his lover was there, but it didn’t help ease the morning sickness in any way.
Finally, when he no longer felt like he was trying to throw up all of his internal organs, Jensen rocked back on his heels. Misha flushed away the evidence and dragged a cool, wet cloth over his forehead. He whimpered at the wonderful feeling, groping for Misha’s free hand and holding on tightly.
“Are we ever going to talk about this?” Misha asked quietly. For once he wasn’t trying to pass everything off with jokes or teasing words. Jensen knew he was truly worried about him, and it made him feel really, really bad about not telling him what was going on. Even if Jensen had only found out himself the night before.
“What is there to talk about?” Jensen replied in a tired voice. “I’m not physically ill, I just happen to be hurling every morning. The doctor’s can’t explain it, you can’t explain it, and I can’t explain it. I don’t know what’s going on.” He felt really, really badly about lying to Misha, but Jensen just couldn’t take what he felt in his gut would surely happen if he told Misha the truth. Misha was flexible in a lot of ways, but this... this was something else entirely.
“Do you think you’ll be okay to go to work? I don’t want you having involuntary emptying of your stomach contents all over the PA’s.” There was that teasing note that Jensen loved so much. It made him smile, at least, and he rolled his neck so he could look up into his lover’s blue eyes.
“I think I’ll manage. I never throw up after the morning, so I can bet that those poor people will be spared.” he replied, standing and making his way out of the bathroom with only a minimum of help from Misha; and that’s only because his lover didn’t want to let him go.
Jensen managed to eat some crackers for breakfast, and he sipped a ginger ale on their way to the set. Vancouver was fucking cold in November, and both of them were bundled up in as many layers as they could fit on themselves without being too big to get into the car.
Jared was, as usual, a bouncing ball of energy when they got there. The tall man was going between the Craft table and his own, carrying boxes of food that he seemed fully intent on eating himself. Of course, knowing Jared, he would eat all of that food, and then go back for more still.
As soon as he saw them, he abandoned his food and came bounding over. It was so much like watching a puppy that Jensen fully expected him to sprout ears and a fluffy, wagging tail.
“Hey guys! Misha, can I borrow Jensen for a second? I think they wanted us in wardrobe.” Without waiting for a reply, because Jared never did, he waved to Misha and grabbed Jensen by the arm. Now, Jensen wasn’t small or weak by any means, but Jared was a force all his own. You could struggle and scream as much as you wanted, but the Sasquatch was still going to haul your ass to wherever he wanted you to be.
As soon as they were out of sight, Jared stopped and turned to Jensen. “Did you tell him?” he asked; his eyes wide and bright and his breath huffing out of his body in little excited puffs. “You know, I fully demand rights to being the Godfather. You should totally make Alona the Godmother, then. I bet she’d like that. Oh, wait, Jim might wanna be the Godfather... But I still call rights, since I knew you first. Jim can be the crabby old uncle who spoils the kid shamelessly-“
“Jared.”
“-and Richard can be the uncle who gives them lots of sweets-“
“Jared.”
“-Oh! Have you guys thought of a name yet, for if it’s a boy or a girl? Don’t tell Richard, or else he’ll try to name it something stupi-“
“JARED!”
Jensen hadn’t meant to shout, but he knew his friend, and he doubted Jared was going to be stopping any time soon. At least by shouting he had rendered his friend momentarily silent. “I haven’t told him yet.”
“You haven’t.... but why not?” Now Jared was whining, crossing his arms and settling in with what they liked to call ‘Sam’s pouting bitchface’ firmly plastered across his features. “Dude, he’s got every right to know. It’s his kid, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” Jensen snapped, horrified and a little insulted that Jared would ever think anything different. Jensen wasn’t a cheater. “How could you even-“
“Relax, Jensen!” Jared held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I wasn’t insinuating anything, I promise. I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t tell him, when you know damn well it’s his.”
Looking down, Jensen scuffed his boot over the frozen grass, shrugging one shoulder slightly. “He’s never really seemed too interested in a family before, y’know.” he mumbled. “It’s just been Misha and I. Yeah, he likes kids, but I don’t think he actually wants to have one. Especially not...” with me, in these circumstances went clearly unsaid.
Jared sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should ask him that yourself.” he grumbled. Before Jensen could reply, his friend turned and walked back the way they had come. When Jensen turned to follow him, he froze.
Misha was standing there, his mouth hitched up at the corner in a smile and his eyes dancing with mischief. He prowled closer to Jensen, who couldn’t move at all, and finally stopped when he was in front of the taller man.
“Soooo,” His lover drew out the word slowly, sliding his fingers under Jensen’s jaw to close it. “When were you going to tell me about this little development? When you got too big to hide it?”
“Probably.” Jensen replied ruefully, ducking his head and smiling shyly at his lover. “I just... I was afraid of what you were going to say about it. It’s not exactly... normal.”
“Well, I don’t remember telling normal it was allowed in my life.” Misha huffed, curling his fingers to slide them through the hair at the nape of Jensen’s neck. He felt himself being pulled forward, letting out a happy little noise when Misha kissed him. When they pulled apart, Misha was staring up at him seriously. “Jensen, this is probably the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten, and it’s not even Christmas yet. Sure, it’s not normal, but fuck if I care about that. I love you, Jensen, and I’ll still love you even when you’re bitching at me that we need pickles and chocolate-bubblegum ice-cream, or whatever the hell it is your hormones demand of you.”
Jensen couldn’t help it; he snorted. “I love you too, Misha. Also, I’m pretty sure Jared will kill us both if we don’t make him the Godfather.”
“You’re damn right I will!”
Jensen jumped slightly, whirling around to face his friend when he came loping up from the opposite direction in which he’d left. He could feel Misha craning his head to peer over his shoulder. “Jay, dude, what the fuck?”
“What? I was just coming back to see if you were still standing here like an idiot, and it’s totally not my fault that you’re having this conversation in full view of everyone else. So, now that Misha knows, I just wanna say congratulations to you both.” Jared grinned. “And I will totally kill you if I’m not the Godfather. So, yeah. Just letting you know. Oh, and you’d better let Kripke know, because I’m pretty sure doing dangerous stunts while you’re a preggo is a really, really bad idea.”
Opening his mouth to protest, Jensen quieted when Misha slid his arms around his waist; rubbing a hand over his flat stomach. “Jared is right.” he lover murmured into his ear. “It’s dangerous. So, we’ll go and talk to Kripke, and then you and I are making a little trip. You obviously don’t have the organs or body to carry a child, so we’re going to need to talk to a doctor so we can get everything we need.”
Jensen smiled and leaned back against his lover, bobbing his head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” he mumbled. If someone had asked Jensen if he could imagine himself in this position, he would have told them they were crazy. However, now that he was in this position, he found it all a bit surreal. That didn’t mean he would change it for normalcy.
Being pregnant was really, really difficult. When they went to the doctors for Jensen’s check-up, they did a pregnancy test to see exactly how far along Jensen was. Hearing that he’d been seven weeks along had been really surprising, and even Misha had been interested, but after that it was all talk about hormones and proper food. Also requests to study Jensen more, and see how he developed and if the pregnancy was the same as it would have been had he been female. Both Jensen and Misha declined, saying that Jensen ‘wasn’t a fucking science experiment, so back the fuck off’. Misha’s words.
Now, it was a week before Christmas, and Jensen was two-and-a-half months along in his pregnancy. He forgot what trimester that meant he was in, but it didn’t really matter. He was healthy, and the baby was healthy, and Misha had become very, very protective of them both. Sure, when Jensen was going through a mood swing Misha wouldn’t put up with it, and they’d had some pretty loud screaming matches, but when it was over Misha was there to dry his tears and calm him with gentle kisses.
Right now, Misha was giving Jared a very stern talking-to, his hands on his hips and his face fierce and serious. Even though he was so much shorter than the Texan, Jared looked a bit apprehensive. Jensen could almost go as far as saying that Jared was cowering in the face of his lover’s protectiveness.
“Don’t you let him walk too much, Padalecki. If he’s hungry, feed him; I don’t give a damn what he asks for. If he wants something, you get it for him. Also, don’t you dare let him stress himself too much; it’s bad for both him and the baby.”
“Yes, sir. I promise, sir.” Jared mumbled, pretending to actually cower even as he grinned. He winked at Jensen, who chuckled gently as he walked forward to hug Misha.
“Relax, Mish.” he soothed, rubbing a hand down Misha’s side as he kissed his neck. “Jared will take care of me. You know he will. He’s so excited about being a Godfather that he’s probably going to be even more strict than you usually are.”
“Not possible.” Misha denied, though he had an easy-going smile on his face. “All right, you two. Have fun, and don’t stay out too late.”
Laughing, Jensen pulled himself away after one last kiss and ambling over to stand beside Jared. They were planning on going Christmas shopping, and Misha was planning on going out and causing havoc with Jim (who had already bitched at Jared over the phone to make sure nothing happened to his little niece-or-nephew, since he couldn’t be the Godfather).
They waved to Misha from Jared’s car before the two friends were off and heading for wherever Jared wanted to go Christmas shopping. On the way they laughed and teased one another, though most of Jared’s taunts were directed towards Jensen’s growing stomach. Jensen didn’t mind too much, and just shot back about Jared’s height issues. They entered the mall with wide grins and bright eyes.
“What should I get Misha?”
This was Jensen half an hour later, standing in the center of a large shopping mall and looking around fretfully. He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to get his lover. Sure, he knew what Misha liked and what he hated, but Jensen had become very insecure recently, and he was often second-guessing himself.
“Dude, I have absolutely no idea. Get him shit for the turtles, or clothes.” Jared replied with a shrug. “He’s not my boyfriend, so don’t ask me.”
Jensen let out a very undignified whine, balling up his hands and resisting the urge to stomp his foot. “Misha doesn’t need clothes, or shit for his turtles. Those turtles are more spoiled than Icarus, and Misha said only douchebags buy each other clothes for Christmas.”
Jared grabbed his chest dramatically. “I must be the King of Douchebags, then!” he cried. “Because I got you clothes!”
Snorting, Jensen shoved his friend lightly before setting off in a random direction. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re always a douchebag. You’d better not buy my kid just clothes.”
“Oh, hell no!” Jared replied, following after Jensen. “I’m going to spoil that kid shamelessly!”
They fell into an easy silence after that, Jensen walking from place to place and looking over everything with a critical eye while Jared did his own shopping for his friends. There was one point where he went off on his own and Jensen wasn’t allowed to follow, but that was okay with Jensen. Even if he was made to ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ while his friend was gone.
After almost two hours, Jensen was ready to cry; which meant he was about ready to dissolve into hysterics. He still hadn’t found anything for Misha, even though he’d found something for everyone else. Jared’s present had already been gotten forever ago, so he didn’t have to worry about his friend.
“Just get him something you think he’ll like, Jensen.” Jared said calmly, resting his hand on Jensen’s shoulder and trying to calm him down. Jensen was already leaking tears, tugging on his shirt or running his hands over his slightly-distended stomach. He wasn’t large enough to be actually noticeable, but there was a slight bump that he and everyone he was close to understood the meaning of.
“I don’t know.” he whined, knowing how childish he sounded. He glared at all of the stores around them, and his eyes landed on a mattress store. More importantly, they landed on the large, elegant wooden bed-frame supporting a mattress. A little ‘oh’ escaped him, and just like that, he knew what he wanted to do.
“Hey, dude, where are you going?” Jared followed after him when Jensen quickly turned and walked away. “Jensen?”
“I know what I’m going to get him, but I can’t get it here.” he muttered. “C’mon, Jared. Let’s get going. I’ve only got a week to get this whole thing ready.”
On Christmas Eve, Jensen and Misha settled down on the couch in the family room. Misha was laying with his back against one of the arms, his legs resting on either side of Jensen’s hips as Jensen snuggled back against his lover’s strong chest. They’d flown home for the holiday, and Jared had returned to LA as well, though they hadn’t seen him much. Well, Misha hadn’t seen much of him. Jensen had spent nearly every day with his friend, working on Misha’s present.
“I love you, Misha.” he whispered, turning his head up in a silent request for kisses. Misha granted his request, kissing Jensen deep and slow. Their tongues tangled in a slick slide, gentle and easy. There was no rough dominance or graceless clack of teeth. Misha was a wild lover, and Jensen could keep up with him easily, but that’s not what this was. This was two people who loved each other deeply, and wanted to let each other know it.
When air was needed, they pulled apart only far enough to draw in oxygen; their lips still almost touching as they huffed and filled their lungs.
“I love you too, Jensen. Never doubt that.” Misha replied with a smile. “I can say easily that this was not what I expected when I entered a relationship with you, but I don’t regret a single bit of it. Not one moment, do you hear me?”
“I hear you.” Jensen promised, tucking his head more securely under Misha’s chin. “I know we’ve had our rough patches, especially in the past few weeks, and I’m sorry. This whole baby thing... it’s not easy. For the love of God, I’m on hormones that make me want pickles and marshmallow-chocolate ice-cream coated in peanut-butter syrup and chopped bananas-“ he’d wanted that for dinner three days ago “- but you’ve put up with everything, and you’ve dealt with my mood swings and my hysterics. Even though you didn’t have to.”
“I did so, Jensen, because I love you, you idiot.” Misha retorted, though his voice was soft and warm. “If I had a wife, I’d be doing the same thing with her, you realize. However, I don’t have a wife, and I don’t want one. I want you, and I’ll always want you. Having a kid with you is just a bonus.”
Chuckling quietly, Jensen closed his eyes and let his hand drift down his body. He found Misha’s hand and interlaced their fingers, squeezing his lover’s hand once he had done so. Misha squeezed back and kissed his temple.
The next thing Jensen knew, Misha was shaking him awake. He groaned in protest and tried to burrow under the blankets that had been placed over him, too warm to move. “Don’t wanna get up.” he mumbled.
“Well, you have to.” Misha retorted, sounding far too awake and amused. “It’s ten-thirty in the morning on Christmas, and there are presents to be had. Also, Jared called. Something about coming over at two with something, but he wouldn’t tell me what.”
Shit! Jensen woke up at that, flailing slightly and nearly falling off the couch. Misha caught him easily, his muscles rippling and then turning to steel as he easily held Jensen on the sofa. They must have fallen asleep like that.
“Merry Christmas, Misha.” Quickly, Jensen turned and pulled his lover into a deep kiss. Misha kissed back eagerly, running a hand through Jensen’s hair before letting him go and standing.
“Same to you, handsome. Now, I believe breakfast is in order, and then we’ll open gifts. Yes?”
Nodding, Jensen crawled off the couch and followed the smaller, dark-haired man into the kitchen. It was already full of the wonderful smells of food, which meant that Misha had woken up early and somehow had gotten out from under Jensen without rousing him.
Misha made him sit and take his morning medications (a different mix of hormones and vitamins to keep him and the baby healthy) before he set plates full of food in front of Jensen. There were eggs and bacon, and even cinnamon rolls with glaze. His lover poured him a glass of orange juice as well. He wouldn’t let Jensen talk, either; motioning for him to eat first.
“That was amazing.” Jensen moaned once he literally could not eat another bite. “Fuck, Misha, I love your cooking.”
Chuckling, Misha wiped away a smear of glaze from the side of Jensen’s mouth, sucking it off his thumb before leading Jensen back into the family room. Their tree was in the corner, taken from Misha’s own property and decorated by both of them (although Jensen wasn’t allowed to decorate any higher than half-way up the tree).
Settling on the couch, Jensen peered curiously over all of the presents under the pine tree. He’d gotten Misha a few things besides what Jared was bringing over later, and he hoped that his lover liked them. It would seem that Misha had gotten him several things as well.
The two opened presents, sitting side-by-side with their thighs and shoulders pressed together. Misha laughed as he opened a box and pulled out a blue shirt with ‘World’s #1 Dad’ emblazoned across it in green lettering.
“Really, Jen? What did I say about people who buy others clothes?” he teased, though Jensen noticed that he folded the shirt up and left it on his lap.
When Jensen opened his own box, he pouted at his lover. Holding up a purple shirt with ‘World’s Best Mom’ written in pink cursive, he arched an eyebrow. “Really, man? You’re a dick.” he complained, though he was smiling. “And you have no room to talk, now.”
The rest of their gifts were odd little knick-knacks; a new coffee mug for Misha to replace the one (three) he’d broken and several books he’d mentioned he’d wanted to read.
Jensen found himself with a brand new high-tech camera, complete with detachable lens, and a photo album full of pictures of the both of them, as well as their friends. It was so simple, and yet so wonderful, and Jensen found himself getting ready to cry.
“Thank you, Misha. I love it.” he whispered, his voice trembling. Misha smiled widely and pulled him into a kiss. They could have had sex, but it just didn’t seem like the right kind of thing to do in that situation. Instead, Misha curled around Jensen as they lounged on the couch, rubbing his hands over Jensen’s stomach and crooning songs and snippets of poetry into his ear.
It seemed that no time had passed at all, but suddenly it was two and Jared was banging on their door; never letting up at all. Misha tried to make Jensen stay on the couch while he went to answer the door, but Jensen refused and got up to follow him.
Jared was grinning at them, his cheeks red and his eyes bright as the cold December wind tugged on his hair. In the driveway there was a large moving truck, and Jensen knew damn well what was in there.
Misha, however, looked confused for a second before he grinned. “So, Jared, is your Christmas present to us telling us that you’re moving in? Because as fun as that would be, I don’t think you would enjoy Jensen and I having loud, wild sex every night.”
Their friend laughed loudly and held up his hands. “No way, man. I’m quite happy in my house. No, I just brought you a present, since apparently I’m now Jensen’s moving company as well as his best friend.”
“Well, I’m not allowed to lift heavy stuff, and I needed someone with muscles.” Jensen teased. “Did you bring some big, strapping men to help you haul it in?”
“Haul what in?” Misha was watching them both with an eyebrow raised, and Jensen flushed; ducking his head.
“It’s a present for you.” he replied shyly. “I had it made. Well, I made it, kinda. Jared helped sometimes, though.”
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure your boy-toy would kill me if I let you or the baby get injured.” Jared retorted. “So, can we get this thing moved? It’s kinda fucking freezing out here, and I wanna get home to my warm house.”
Jensen took Misha’s hand and led him out into the front yard. They made their way quickly to the truck, waiting and shivering while Jared opened the back. There was more than enough light for them to see what was inside, and when they did, Misha drew in a sharp breath.
Inside of the truck rested a large bed-frame; large enough for a king-sized bed (which was what they had). It was made completely out of dark cherry wood, and Jensen had let Jared seal and varnish it because he didn’t want the fumes causing any possible problems for him or the baby. The base of the bed-frame was a solid panel that Jensen had painstakingly carved and detailed with a forest-like scene. He’d even carved a little turtle into one corner as a joke.
The headboard was another panel of carvings and detailed work. On the right side, where Jensen usually slept, there was a large eagle, wings spread and eyes wide and alert. It was facing towards the left side, where Jensen had carved a mountain lion perched upon the edge of a cliff.
“Jensen...” Misha whispered, moving up into the truck to run his hands over the wood. “Jensen, it’s gorgeous.”
“I know how much you like building things with your own hands.” Jensen said quietly, following him up into the bed of the truck so he could rest a hand on it as well. “You bought your bed-frame in a store, so I thought you might like to have one that was built by my hands, or yours. Jared helped with warping the wood and carrying the heavier bits, but all of the cutting and measurements were done by me. Same with the detail work.”
Misha whirled on him and kissed him, cradling Jensen’s face in his hands gently, which was completely in contrast to how wildly he kissed him. When he pulled back Jensen was gasping, and Misha’s eyes were dark.
“Let’s get it upstairs.” he rumbled, turning to look at Jared. “I want to see it in the room.”
It was easy enough to dismantle the frame, and Jared and Misha carried it upstairs while Jensen waited in the master bedroom. After that, they had to move the mattress and take apart the old frame, which Jared and Misha then carried downstairs while Jensen started putting together the pieces as they brought them up.
When it was finished, Misha stood with his arms around Jensen; hands flat on his lover’s stomach and chin hooked over his shoulder as they looked at it together.
“It’s beautiful.” Misha whispered, turning to lay kisses up Jensen’s neck. “It’s the second best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten; the first being you and the baby, obviously. Thank you, Jensen.”
“Merry Christmas, you guys.” Jared gave them each a hug, noticeably more careful with Jensen than he would have usually been. “We still getting together with the rest of the guys tomorrow for our own little party?” When they nodded, Jared gave them one final wave before lumbering down the stairs and out of the house.
“So, I still have one gift to give to you.” Misha said lightly, taking Jensen’s hand and leading him out of the room. “We have plenty of time to break in the new bed-frame later. Right now, we still have the rest of Christmas to be lazy and warm.”
Chuckling, Jensen let himself be led and settled on the sofa. He knew how Misha was and let his lover move him this way and that until he was absolutely satisfied with how Jensen was situated; propped up with plenty of pillows and with a thick blanket tucked around him to help him keep warm.
Seeing Misha crawl under the tree was curious, but Jensen wasn’t complaining. His lover’s ass was in full view, even hidden by his thick pajama bottoms, and Jensen took his time to enjoy that picture before Misha was standing again. He had a small box in his hand, and Jensen looked at it curiously as his lover came closer.
“So, Jensen. We’ve known each other for about two and a half years, right?” Misha said, grinning. He was shifting though, holding onto the box tightly. When Jensen nodded, he nodded too. “And we’ve been dating for about a year. You know I love you, and I know you love me. Even though we fucked around for a long time before one of us finally grew balls, I’m still glad that we’re together. You make me happier than I can ever remember being. Sure, we never expected for this current situation to happen, but I’m not complaining.
“I’m going to do this, and I want you to know fully that I am not doing it because of any sense of responsibility; I got you pregnant, now I need to man up. That’s not what this is about at all. I’m doing this, Jensen Ackles, because I love you, and I want to wake up in our bed every single morning, looking at the bed-frame you made for us, and then I want to turn and see you there.”
Jensen stared at Misha, knowing his eyes were wide, as his lover came closer. His breath hitched out of his body in sharp little pants as his gaze flicked from Misha’s serious face to the little velvet box he was holding on to.
“I love you too, Misha. Always.” he managed to get out. After that, he couldn’t form any words; watching as Misha slid onto the couch beside him and popped open the little box, then held it out for Jensen to see. Jensen stared down at the golden ring resting inside, his eyes locked on the little chips of sapphire and emerald stones clustered in the center of it.
“Marry me, Jensen. I want you to marry me. I want this house to be our home, and I want it to be the place we have our family.”
Lifting a shaky hand, Jensen reached out and curled his fingers around Misha’s slim wrist; the one attached to the hand holding out the box. He licked his lips, then did so again, before he finally opened his mouth.
“Yes.”