Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!), 17
Title:Twenty-Five and Pregnant (Or, The One Where Patrick Hates His Life...Seriously!)
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:Alrighty, i let you hang long enough... Enjoy!
Travis felt sick on his way to the hospital. He had Matt’s laptop on his knees, watching horrified as news coverage showed Patrick’s car twisted around a tree, and shaky footage of a fireman finally getting Patrick from the wreckage, placing him on a backboard and two others carrying him to the waiting ambulance. He almost felt bad for whoever shot that cell phone footage because they kept muttering ‘oh my God, oh my God, shit, I hate blood!’ as they saw the blood on Patrick’s body, only to accidentally film himself vomiting in the grass. He speculated that it was Patrick Stump, but the video wasn’t the best footage, so Travis was hopeful that nobody believed it.
If Travis wasn’t dying inside at the fact that Patrick was bleeding and unconscious in the video that was now on the news, he’d feel bad knowing that dude would be on TV throwing up all over the place now. When the cab stopped, Travis already saw reporters and paparazzi waiting around outside the hospital. He paid the cab drive and cringed. “Oh boy.” he said to himself, knowing he had tear streaks on his face. He pulled up his hood and tried to sneak around them and get to the police officers holding them back from getting into the hospital, but someone suddenly shoved a microphone in his face, recognizing him. He put one had over his face, trying to shove through the ones crowding around him.
“Is it really Patrick Stump?”
“Is it true he’s dead?”
“Was anyone in the car with him”
“HEY! Back off and let him through!” Travis looked up and saw Pete pointing Travis out to the cop. Travis reached out and was physically snatched through the cameras and people by a big, burley cop, who shoved him at Pete. Pete took his hand and they ran inside, ignoring the shouts after them.
“Pete, what happened?” Travis asked, putting his hood back down as they got inside the frenzied emergency room.
Pete took his hand and pulled him down the hall towards the elevators. “I don’t know how it happened, but he was on the way to my house and something happened, but he wrapped his car around a tree.” he said, and Travis knew he was crying but his voice was steady.
“Why was he driving?! I’ve told him not to do that!” Travis said, and stopped when they got in the elevator. “Where are we going?” Travis asked.
Pete looked up at him, seeing two nurses in the elevator eyeing them both with interest. “They got him stable enough to take up stairs and were trying to save him he said pointedly, and Travis automatically knew it was the baby. “I have no idea how either of them are doing, but I know he was alive when they brought him in and that his files for him were in the car with him, so they took one look at him and brought them as well. That’s all I got out of the doctor before the team of doctors that were already flying in for tomorrow’s check-up got here and they immediately went to check on him.” he said.
Travis just leaned against the elevator wall, face upturned as he prayed harder than he ever had. I’m not sure about you anymore, God, but please if you are up there, please look after my baby. Please God, don’t take Patrick and our son from me. I haven’t prayed in a long time and I’m so sorry, but please, please don’t do this. They have so much more to do on this earth, so please don’t take them away yet. I can’t live without them, please-
Travis’s prayer was cut off as Pete took his hand and dragged him from the elevator. He recognized the floor as a maternity floor, if all the pastel colors were anything to go by. He also saw guards posted all over, so they had clearly brought Patrick up. Pete nodded at them, and they didn’t stop them. A nurse, however stopped them quickly. “Stop!” she stepped out and they stopped, looking down at the tiny woman, even tinier that Pete. “I know why you two are here so I wont take but a minute, but you need these.” she held up hospital bracelets and made them hold out their arms. “We check this stuff now. Nobody can be down near the actual nursery and maternity ward without a bracelet.” she said. “Now, your wife is in the waiting room with one of the doctors right now. There may be news.” she said.
Pete and Travis hurried down the hall, only to see Ashlee holding Bronx and crying as the doctor spoke to her. Pete looked up. “We couldn’t leave him and Ashlee wanted to come make sure Patrick was okay.” he said, and Travis shrugged.
The doctor looked up and Travis recognized Dr. Midland. “Doctor!” he cried, rushing over. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Dr. Midland reached out and took his hand. “Travis, lets talk while we walk.” he said, and Travis nodded. “Okay, so you know what happened, Patrick crashed his car.” he said, and Travis nodded. “We don’t know if he had a contraction and it caused him to crash, or if he crashed and it caused his body to go into labor, but I wont bother scaring you with details before news.” he smiled softly. “Your son is premature, but we took him and he is okay.” he said, and Travis felt his heart seize up.
“I’m a dad?” he asked, and Dr. Midland nodded. “How? I mean… how did he not get hurt?” he asked.
Dr. Midland lead him to a window and Travis was shocked to look up and see, amongst four other babies, the one he knew was his son even without seeing anything to suggest it. He was tiny, pink, whimpering as the nurse put a diaper on him, but absolutely the most beautiful thing Travis had ever seen. He put his hand to the window and felt tears on his face as he watched his son kicking and crying at the lady as she wrapped him in a blanket. Dr. Midland smiled at him. “A baby is well protected inside it’s mother’s womb, or in his case, his fathers.” he said. “The baby is in what is basically a giant bubble filled with liquid. Now, your son is premature, so he was small enough that the impact basically just shook him up some. Now, his hip was dislocated, and while it did cause him pain to pop it back into place, its not uncommon for hip dislocation to occur during normal birth.” he said. “Babies are built tough because birth is very traumatic.” he said, and Travis nodded.
“So- so he’s alright?” Travis asked, watching as they put him in an incubator.
Dr. Midland nodded. “He’s just fine. He’ll have to stay here until he reaches over five pounds and his lungs are completely developed, but as for right now, he’s perfectly healthy and he was already close to term, being thirty four weeks out of forty.” he said. “He doesn’t need a ventilator, but he needs more oxygen rich air and he doesn’t have the proper body fat yet, so he’ll be in the incubator for a little while.”
Travis nodded. “How- how about Patrick?” he asked, fearing the answer.
Dr. Midland sighed, shaking his head. “Nobody knows.” he said, and Travis felt his heart seize up. “I’ve been his doctor since he was a baby, Travis. It hurts me to say this, but I had to make the call to either put his life in first priority or the baby… and I told them the baby.” he said.
Travis nodded. “You did the right thing. I mean- I love Patrick.” he said, shaking his head. “I want him to be okay more than anything… but Patrick cares more about our son than himself.” he said.
Dr. Midland nodded. “When the car impacted, he was buckled in, which is probably why his body absorbed most of the shock and protected the baby, but it also meant bad news for him. He has a broken leg. He had internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and a cracked skull.” he said, and Travis felt like throwing up. “That- that’s not good.” he said, and Travis nodded. “They have him stable… but there really is no telling at this point if he’ll live.” he said, and Travis leaned against the wall, hands coming to cover his face as he broke into sobs.
Dr. Midland sat, watching the nursery comings and goings, letting Travis cry without his interference.
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Travis sat still, staring ahead, until Pete came up. He sat down beside Travis and looked at him. “Hey… the nurses said you can go see your son.” he said, and Travis looked away from the wall for the first time in forever.
“I can?” he said, and he looked up to see a nurse standing behind Pete, who nodded. Travis stood up. She lead him in and made him wash his hands, then lead him over to the incubator. “Oh wow.” he said.
“He’s nineteen inches, four pounds and ten ounces.” she said, and Travis felt tears in his eyes as he knelt down, looking through the glass at his baby, who was sucking on his thumb. He reached through the opening in the side and touched his hand, smiling as the baby turned his head towards him. “He’s really healthy to be six weeks premature.” she said. “Has the mother filled out the birth certificate yet?” she asked, and Travis realized that nobody had told them what was going on.
Travis felt tears in his eyes. “He- She was in a car accident… The don’t- they don’t know if- if-” he whimpered, closing his eyes and the nurse looked horrified.
“Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!” she said. “So he- they took him early to-” Travis nodded. “Oh I’m so sorry. I hope she comes out fine.” she said and he nodded, sniffling as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Look at all that hair.” Travis whispered, stroking the baby’s soft, dark hair gently, careful of the tube going up his nose.
“I know. We’ve never seen a premie with that much hair before.” she said, then looked at his hair and looked back at the baby. Travis chuckled wetly,
“Man, imagine if he’d made it to term.” Travis said, then gasped as he opened his eyes. The baby had the biggest, clearest blue eyes Travis had seen. “Oh, I know those eyes.” he said, touching the baby’s forehead. “Hey there.” he said. The baby started whimpering and Travis shook his head. “No, daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here.” he said, swallowing thickly as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Daddy loves you so much.” he said softly.
The nurse tapped his arm. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get the feeding tube hooked up.” she said, nodding at the tube taped to his cheek.
Travis wiped his face, nodding. “Okay, daddy’s gotta go for a little bit, but I’ll be back soon, baby.” he said, smiling. “I love you.” he said, then stood up, stepping back.
She smiled. “He wont be on the tube but for a few hours. He needs to get something in him, but we’ll be putting him on the bottle by this afternoon.” she said.
Travis looked up and saw it was nearly eleven AM already. “Yeah, okay.” he said.
She handed him a folder. “Here’s the blank birth certificate. If you want to wait for the mother, that’s fine, but if you want to go ahead and fill it out, you can.” she said. “If you come back around four, you can hold him and try feeding him.” she said, and Travis smiled at the thought.
“Thank you.” he said, taking the papers with him.
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Travis took the birth certificate and looked at it. He looked through the window and smiled as the baby whined as the nurses drew blood. He was so perfect it hurt Travis to look away from him. He smiled.
“Childs name… hmmm?” he thought. He wanted to know if he should wait for Patrick or not, but the truth of the matter was, there was no guarantee Patrick would live. He sighed and looked at their son through the glass, then put pen to paper, filling out the birth certificate with a sad smile. “I hope you like it, Patrick.” he said softly to himself.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairing:Patrick/SURPRISE... except for the fact that i've advertised it already, lol
POV:3rd
Summary:MPREG!!!Patrick wasn’t born completely normal. He was a man. He had been born with full male parts on the outside… however, he also had an ovary and uterus. Patrick had always known that some day the ovary and uterus would cause problems, because they were organs that had no use in his body other than influencing his hormones to act up. He knew that he should have them removed, but he figured he could file ‘sexual reassignment surgery’ under his mid-life crisis… not his quarter-life speed bump... if only he knew what was waiting for him ahead of time
Disclaimer:Obviously, Patrick is a man and men cant get pregnant... if that ever changes, then someone tell me and i'll update this disclaimer, but until then...
Author Notes:Alrighty, i let you hang long enough... Enjoy!
Travis felt sick on his way to the hospital. He had Matt’s laptop on his knees, watching horrified as news coverage showed Patrick’s car twisted around a tree, and shaky footage of a fireman finally getting Patrick from the wreckage, placing him on a backboard and two others carrying him to the waiting ambulance. He almost felt bad for whoever shot that cell phone footage because they kept muttering ‘oh my God, oh my God, shit, I hate blood!’ as they saw the blood on Patrick’s body, only to accidentally film himself vomiting in the grass. He speculated that it was Patrick Stump, but the video wasn’t the best footage, so Travis was hopeful that nobody believed it.
If Travis wasn’t dying inside at the fact that Patrick was bleeding and unconscious in the video that was now on the news, he’d feel bad knowing that dude would be on TV throwing up all over the place now. When the cab stopped, Travis already saw reporters and paparazzi waiting around outside the hospital. He paid the cab drive and cringed. “Oh boy.” he said to himself, knowing he had tear streaks on his face. He pulled up his hood and tried to sneak around them and get to the police officers holding them back from getting into the hospital, but someone suddenly shoved a microphone in his face, recognizing him. He put one had over his face, trying to shove through the ones crowding around him.
“Is it really Patrick Stump?”
“Is it true he’s dead?”
“Was anyone in the car with him”
“HEY! Back off and let him through!” Travis looked up and saw Pete pointing Travis out to the cop. Travis reached out and was physically snatched through the cameras and people by a big, burley cop, who shoved him at Pete. Pete took his hand and they ran inside, ignoring the shouts after them.
“Pete, what happened?” Travis asked, putting his hood back down as they got inside the frenzied emergency room.
Pete took his hand and pulled him down the hall towards the elevators. “I don’t know how it happened, but he was on the way to my house and something happened, but he wrapped his car around a tree.” he said, and Travis knew he was crying but his voice was steady.
“Why was he driving?! I’ve told him not to do that!” Travis said, and stopped when they got in the elevator. “Where are we going?” Travis asked.
Pete looked up at him, seeing two nurses in the elevator eyeing them both with interest. “They got him stable enough to take up stairs and were trying to save him he said pointedly, and Travis automatically knew it was the baby. “I have no idea how either of them are doing, but I know he was alive when they brought him in and that his files for him were in the car with him, so they took one look at him and brought them as well. That’s all I got out of the doctor before the team of doctors that were already flying in for tomorrow’s check-up got here and they immediately went to check on him.” he said.
Travis just leaned against the elevator wall, face upturned as he prayed harder than he ever had. I’m not sure about you anymore, God, but please if you are up there, please look after my baby. Please God, don’t take Patrick and our son from me. I haven’t prayed in a long time and I’m so sorry, but please, please don’t do this. They have so much more to do on this earth, so please don’t take them away yet. I can’t live without them, please-
Travis’s prayer was cut off as Pete took his hand and dragged him from the elevator. He recognized the floor as a maternity floor, if all the pastel colors were anything to go by. He also saw guards posted all over, so they had clearly brought Patrick up. Pete nodded at them, and they didn’t stop them. A nurse, however stopped them quickly. “Stop!” she stepped out and they stopped, looking down at the tiny woman, even tinier that Pete. “I know why you two are here so I wont take but a minute, but you need these.” she held up hospital bracelets and made them hold out their arms. “We check this stuff now. Nobody can be down near the actual nursery and maternity ward without a bracelet.” she said. “Now, your wife is in the waiting room with one of the doctors right now. There may be news.” she said.
Pete and Travis hurried down the hall, only to see Ashlee holding Bronx and crying as the doctor spoke to her. Pete looked up. “We couldn’t leave him and Ashlee wanted to come make sure Patrick was okay.” he said, and Travis shrugged.
The doctor looked up and Travis recognized Dr. Midland. “Doctor!” he cried, rushing over. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Dr. Midland reached out and took his hand. “Travis, lets talk while we walk.” he said, and Travis nodded. “Okay, so you know what happened, Patrick crashed his car.” he said, and Travis nodded. “We don’t know if he had a contraction and it caused him to crash, or if he crashed and it caused his body to go into labor, but I wont bother scaring you with details before news.” he smiled softly. “Your son is premature, but we took him and he is okay.” he said, and Travis felt his heart seize up.
“I’m a dad?” he asked, and Dr. Midland nodded. “How? I mean… how did he not get hurt?” he asked.
Dr. Midland lead him to a window and Travis was shocked to look up and see, amongst four other babies, the one he knew was his son even without seeing anything to suggest it. He was tiny, pink, whimpering as the nurse put a diaper on him, but absolutely the most beautiful thing Travis had ever seen. He put his hand to the window and felt tears on his face as he watched his son kicking and crying at the lady as she wrapped him in a blanket. Dr. Midland smiled at him. “A baby is well protected inside it’s mother’s womb, or in his case, his fathers.” he said. “The baby is in what is basically a giant bubble filled with liquid. Now, your son is premature, so he was small enough that the impact basically just shook him up some. Now, his hip was dislocated, and while it did cause him pain to pop it back into place, its not uncommon for hip dislocation to occur during normal birth.” he said. “Babies are built tough because birth is very traumatic.” he said, and Travis nodded.
“So- so he’s alright?” Travis asked, watching as they put him in an incubator.
Dr. Midland nodded. “He’s just fine. He’ll have to stay here until he reaches over five pounds and his lungs are completely developed, but as for right now, he’s perfectly healthy and he was already close to term, being thirty four weeks out of forty.” he said. “He doesn’t need a ventilator, but he needs more oxygen rich air and he doesn’t have the proper body fat yet, so he’ll be in the incubator for a little while.”
Travis nodded. “How- how about Patrick?” he asked, fearing the answer.
Dr. Midland sighed, shaking his head. “Nobody knows.” he said, and Travis felt his heart seize up. “I’ve been his doctor since he was a baby, Travis. It hurts me to say this, but I had to make the call to either put his life in first priority or the baby… and I told them the baby.” he said.
Travis nodded. “You did the right thing. I mean- I love Patrick.” he said, shaking his head. “I want him to be okay more than anything… but Patrick cares more about our son than himself.” he said.
Dr. Midland nodded. “When the car impacted, he was buckled in, which is probably why his body absorbed most of the shock and protected the baby, but it also meant bad news for him. He has a broken leg. He had internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and a cracked skull.” he said, and Travis felt like throwing up. “That- that’s not good.” he said, and Travis nodded. “They have him stable… but there really is no telling at this point if he’ll live.” he said, and Travis leaned against the wall, hands coming to cover his face as he broke into sobs.
Dr. Midland sat, watching the nursery comings and goings, letting Travis cry without his interference.
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Travis sat still, staring ahead, until Pete came up. He sat down beside Travis and looked at him. “Hey… the nurses said you can go see your son.” he said, and Travis looked away from the wall for the first time in forever.
“I can?” he said, and he looked up to see a nurse standing behind Pete, who nodded. Travis stood up. She lead him in and made him wash his hands, then lead him over to the incubator. “Oh wow.” he said.
“He’s nineteen inches, four pounds and ten ounces.” she said, and Travis felt tears in his eyes as he knelt down, looking through the glass at his baby, who was sucking on his thumb. He reached through the opening in the side and touched his hand, smiling as the baby turned his head towards him. “He’s really healthy to be six weeks premature.” she said. “Has the mother filled out the birth certificate yet?” she asked, and Travis realized that nobody had told them what was going on.
Travis felt tears in his eyes. “He- She was in a car accident… The don’t- they don’t know if- if-” he whimpered, closing his eyes and the nurse looked horrified.
“Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!” she said. “So he- they took him early to-” Travis nodded. “Oh I’m so sorry. I hope she comes out fine.” she said and he nodded, sniffling as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“Look at all that hair.” Travis whispered, stroking the baby’s soft, dark hair gently, careful of the tube going up his nose.
“I know. We’ve never seen a premie with that much hair before.” she said, then looked at his hair and looked back at the baby. Travis chuckled wetly,
“Man, imagine if he’d made it to term.” Travis said, then gasped as he opened his eyes. The baby had the biggest, clearest blue eyes Travis had seen. “Oh, I know those eyes.” he said, touching the baby’s forehead. “Hey there.” he said. The baby started whimpering and Travis shook his head. “No, daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here.” he said, swallowing thickly as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Daddy loves you so much.” he said softly.
The nurse tapped his arm. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get the feeding tube hooked up.” she said, nodding at the tube taped to his cheek.
Travis wiped his face, nodding. “Okay, daddy’s gotta go for a little bit, but I’ll be back soon, baby.” he said, smiling. “I love you.” he said, then stood up, stepping back.
She smiled. “He wont be on the tube but for a few hours. He needs to get something in him, but we’ll be putting him on the bottle by this afternoon.” she said.
Travis looked up and saw it was nearly eleven AM already. “Yeah, okay.” he said.
She handed him a folder. “Here’s the blank birth certificate. If you want to wait for the mother, that’s fine, but if you want to go ahead and fill it out, you can.” she said. “If you come back around four, you can hold him and try feeding him.” she said, and Travis smiled at the thought.
“Thank you.” he said, taking the papers with him.
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Travis took the birth certificate and looked at it. He looked through the window and smiled as the baby whined as the nurses drew blood. He was so perfect it hurt Travis to look away from him. He smiled.
“Childs name… hmmm?” he thought. He wanted to know if he should wait for Patrick or not, but the truth of the matter was, there was no guarantee Patrick would live. He sighed and looked at their son through the glass, then put pen to paper, filling out the birth certificate with a sad smile. “I hope you like it, Patrick.” he said softly to himself.