Lullaby [9/20]
Title: Lullaby
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Beta: victoria4_xo
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore
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basschick27
brennybear19
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Previous chapters
Finally it was time. Your palms are sweaty as you walk into the giant building. "May I help you?" the woman at the front desk asks.
"Yes, we've got an appointment with Miss Ruth."
"Right through those doors and it's the fifth door on the left."
"Thanks," Brendon replies. He grabs your hand and pulls you towards where you were just directed. You're beginning to become really nervous. What if they don't have the girl you want to have? You know this is silly; you'll find at least one of them adorable.
You pass the first door. It's covered in rainbows that were colored outside the lines. They're plastered all over the door, barely leaving any space for the name on the door. You smile when you walk past it; your refrigerator will look like that soon.
The second door is covered with bunnies. Not quite outside the lines, but not really in them. They're only four on this door. You wonder why but keep it to yourself.
The third and fourth doors are both covered in crayon markings. The wall in between the two, also. It's covered in greens and blues, reds and purples, yellows and pinks; every color crayon made. You laugh out loud at this, showing it to Brendon who laughs with you.
The fifth door, your destination, is not covered in anything. It's a plain, brown, wooden door with a name tag on it. Brendon knocks on the door lightly and you squeeze his hand tightly. "Come in," she says. You follow Brendon through the door, sitting in the over-sized, poorly designed chair next to him.
"Nice to see you, Mr. Urie. Now what age are we looking at?"
"Well he wants to name it, so the oldest in that category?"
"Okay, just let me go get some of the children's files. Boy or girl?"
"Girl."
"Alrighty. I'll be right back."
You watch her leave before staring out of the window behind where she was just seated. Brendon puts a hand on your thigh. You turn towards him. "Nervous?" he asks.
"A little," you admit.
"Okay, Mr. Urie. I've chosen ten files for you to pick from. Each of these girls either have no name, or they haven't learned it yet. Either way, you can name her. The files included a picture, weight, date of birth, age, and anything else you might need to know, like allergies."
"Thank you."
"No problem. I'll just step out and let you two decided. Good luck!"
Brendon smiles at her, but you just look at the file folders. Ten little girls with no home or parents. You honestly can't imagine it. You reach for the top folder. She's not even a year old -- born two months ago -- and you know she's not the one. You know you'll feel something when you see her -- your daughter.
Brendon looks at the second one, immediately putting it down. You reach for it, opening it up. It almost breaks your heart. This girl, Amanda Kay Hurt, has scars all over her. In her records (which you thought were supposed to be confidential) it says that her parents were abusive, and almost killed her. She's not the one.
You look through four more folders, none of them for you, and you're about to give up. As you open the seventh folder, you know this is the one. She's a year old, born in August of 2006, and she's beautiful; dull blue eyes and bright blonde hair. At birth, her name was Autumn Bayle Campbell, and now she's Jennifer Marie Urie.
"Her," you say, shoving the file folder in Brendon's face.
"You sure?" he asks, looking over her files.
"Positive. She's adorable and I know she's what I want."
"I kinda wanted this one," Brendon says, handing you the eighth file folder.
You look at it, immediately regretting it. It's not that she's not pretty; it's that you don't feel anything when you look at her. When you look at Autumn, you feel something. You're not sure what it is, but you definitely feel it. It's like the feeling you get when you look at Brendon. So what, the feeling of love? "Autumn or nothing. I feel something when I look at her."
"I feel it too."
"So Autumn?"
"Autumn it is."
You smile and kiss his cheek. He stacks the files back up and sets them neatly on her desk. You pick up Autumn's file and take it outside, going to the front desk and asking for Ruth.
"Boys!" she exclaims. "Did you find what you wanted?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Take it to the door with the rainbows and Ms. King will help you."
"Thanks," Brendon says with a smile. You grab his hand and drag him to the door, knocking on it forcefully. She says come in and you look at Brendon nervously. "It'll be okay," he whispers in your ear before kissing your face. He opens the door and you're suddenly face to face with the woman. Her office is much smaller than the last, but the environment was much more comfortable.
She hands you forms you have to fill out, not saying one word, and practically throws a pen at Brendon. You feel the need to complain about her hostility, but what would you say? 'Don't throw a pen at my husband, you fat cow'? Of course not! You don't want to be rude to the person helping you get your daughter.
Brendon fills out the forms, all you still sitting in silence, and you look out of the window. You think about what you'll do when you finally get her. When you can hold her for the first time. You can't wait; you're almost dreading having to wait anywhere from a month to a few years. Hopefully, you think, we'll get her soon.
He puts the pen down, shoves the paper work back to the lady, and she dismisses you. He grabs your hand, pulls you up, and leads you out of the door. "What was that all about?" you ask as soon as you're far enough from her.
"No idea, but I didn't like her attitude. I also didn't like the way she was staring at you."
"Staring at me?"
"Yeah. It was like she was trying to figure you out. Figure out why you were gay, why you refused to fill forms out, why you stared out of the window so damn much. It was like she was observing our relationship, and I'd rather her not judge us."
"Since when did you become so smart?" you ask in shock.
He elbows you and smiles. "I've always been smart; I just don't show it."
~~~
OMGGG. I'm sooooooooo sorry! I was held hostage this weekend so I never got to post it. Anywayss... MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Beta: victoria4_xo
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore
tailover5
basschick27
brennybear19
ohstar_
First five to comment. :]
Previous chapters
Finally it was time. Your palms are sweaty as you walk into the giant building. "May I help you?" the woman at the front desk asks.
"Yes, we've got an appointment with Miss Ruth."
"Right through those doors and it's the fifth door on the left."
"Thanks," Brendon replies. He grabs your hand and pulls you towards where you were just directed. You're beginning to become really nervous. What if they don't have the girl you want to have? You know this is silly; you'll find at least one of them adorable.
You pass the first door. It's covered in rainbows that were colored outside the lines. They're plastered all over the door, barely leaving any space for the name on the door. You smile when you walk past it; your refrigerator will look like that soon.
The second door is covered with bunnies. Not quite outside the lines, but not really in them. They're only four on this door. You wonder why but keep it to yourself.
The third and fourth doors are both covered in crayon markings. The wall in between the two, also. It's covered in greens and blues, reds and purples, yellows and pinks; every color crayon made. You laugh out loud at this, showing it to Brendon who laughs with you.
The fifth door, your destination, is not covered in anything. It's a plain, brown, wooden door with a name tag on it. Brendon knocks on the door lightly and you squeeze his hand tightly. "Come in," she says. You follow Brendon through the door, sitting in the over-sized, poorly designed chair next to him.
"Nice to see you, Mr. Urie. Now what age are we looking at?"
"Well he wants to name it, so the oldest in that category?"
"Okay, just let me go get some of the children's files. Boy or girl?"
"Girl."
"Alrighty. I'll be right back."
You watch her leave before staring out of the window behind where she was just seated. Brendon puts a hand on your thigh. You turn towards him. "Nervous?" he asks.
"A little," you admit.
"Okay, Mr. Urie. I've chosen ten files for you to pick from. Each of these girls either have no name, or they haven't learned it yet. Either way, you can name her. The files included a picture, weight, date of birth, age, and anything else you might need to know, like allergies."
"Thank you."
"No problem. I'll just step out and let you two decided. Good luck!"
Brendon smiles at her, but you just look at the file folders. Ten little girls with no home or parents. You honestly can't imagine it. You reach for the top folder. She's not even a year old -- born two months ago -- and you know she's not the one. You know you'll feel something when you see her -- your daughter.
Brendon looks at the second one, immediately putting it down. You reach for it, opening it up. It almost breaks your heart. This girl, Amanda Kay Hurt, has scars all over her. In her records (which you thought were supposed to be confidential) it says that her parents were abusive, and almost killed her. She's not the one.
You look through four more folders, none of them for you, and you're about to give up. As you open the seventh folder, you know this is the one. She's a year old, born in August of 2006, and she's beautiful; dull blue eyes and bright blonde hair. At birth, her name was Autumn Bayle Campbell, and now she's Jennifer Marie Urie.
"Her," you say, shoving the file folder in Brendon's face.
"You sure?" he asks, looking over her files.
"Positive. She's adorable and I know she's what I want."
"I kinda wanted this one," Brendon says, handing you the eighth file folder.
You look at it, immediately regretting it. It's not that she's not pretty; it's that you don't feel anything when you look at her. When you look at Autumn, you feel something. You're not sure what it is, but you definitely feel it. It's like the feeling you get when you look at Brendon. So what, the feeling of love? "Autumn or nothing. I feel something when I look at her."
"I feel it too."
"So Autumn?"
"Autumn it is."
You smile and kiss his cheek. He stacks the files back up and sets them neatly on her desk. You pick up Autumn's file and take it outside, going to the front desk and asking for Ruth.
"Boys!" she exclaims. "Did you find what you wanted?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Take it to the door with the rainbows and Ms. King will help you."
"Thanks," Brendon says with a smile. You grab his hand and drag him to the door, knocking on it forcefully. She says come in and you look at Brendon nervously. "It'll be okay," he whispers in your ear before kissing your face. He opens the door and you're suddenly face to face with the woman. Her office is much smaller than the last, but the environment was much more comfortable.
She hands you forms you have to fill out, not saying one word, and practically throws a pen at Brendon. You feel the need to complain about her hostility, but what would you say? 'Don't throw a pen at my husband, you fat cow'? Of course not! You don't want to be rude to the person helping you get your daughter.
Brendon fills out the forms, all you still sitting in silence, and you look out of the window. You think about what you'll do when you finally get her. When you can hold her for the first time. You can't wait; you're almost dreading having to wait anywhere from a month to a few years. Hopefully, you think, we'll get her soon.
He puts the pen down, shoves the paper work back to the lady, and she dismisses you. He grabs your hand, pulls you up, and leads you out of the door. "What was that all about?" you ask as soon as you're far enough from her.
"No idea, but I didn't like her attitude. I also didn't like the way she was staring at you."
"Staring at me?"
"Yeah. It was like she was trying to figure you out. Figure out why you were gay, why you refused to fill forms out, why you stared out of the window so damn much. It was like she was observing our relationship, and I'd rather her not judge us."
"Since when did you become so smart?" you ask in shock.
He elbows you and smiles. "I've always been smart; I just don't show it."
~~~
OMGGG. I'm sooooooooo sorry! I was held hostage this weekend so I never got to post it. Anywayss... MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3