Picture Perfect (2/5) a Jensen Mpreg Prompt Fill
Title: Picture Perfect
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris, Tom, Mike, Danneel, Sophia, Steve, and a few more
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, Tom/Mike, Chad/Sohpia
Summary/Original Prompt: After many years of trying, Jensen is finally pregnant. But it turns out to be a really hard pregnancy. Jensen and the baby are in danger. Lots of worried Jared. Hard labour is a big bonus.
Warnings: mpreg, slash, mentions of sex, semi-graphic description of birth, a few swear words and some very minor mentions of violence
Rating: I’d say somewhere between PG-13 and R
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I know Jared or his family, Jensen, or any other recognizable person. They belong entirely to themselves and this never happened. I am not making any money from this either.
Beta: charlio4444
AN: I have never been pregnant, nor am I a Doctor, and therefore have no firsthand knowledge on the subject. Everything I know about it, I learned by doing research on the internet and some I just plum made up. I did my best to keep everything as realistic as possible, though.
Chapter Two:
“Where is he?!” Jared demanded as he blew into the ER like a raging storm, Chad hot on his heels. “Where is he!” he yelled even louder when his brother rushed over to him.
“He’s fine,” Jeff gingerly told him and grabbed his shoulders. Desperately his brother sought out his eyes and locked his gaze on Jared. “Jared, he’s okay. Calm down.”
“I’m calm. I’m calm.” He let out a deep, shaky breath. “The baby?” he timidly asked, shoulders shaking under his brother’s grasp. If they lost this baby now, Jensen would be devastated.
“I don’t know. Tom’s in with him right now. I’ll take you to him, but you have to stop freaking out first.”
“I am not freaking out!” Jared bellowed. He felt Chad’s hand on his shoulder and instantly Jared deflated. “Okay, maybe a little. I’m better now I swear. Please I need to see him.”
Jared silently slipped into the room, begging Jeff to stay in the hallway. Whether still pregnant or not, Jared knew this would turn into a very intimate moment that they did not want too many people witnessing.
Jensen’s wide, wet eyes met his. Instantly, his husband's face crumbled and tears streamed down his face.
“Are you…” he choked on the rest of the question, unable to voice his thoughts as he heavily sat on the stool next to Jensen’s bed.
“We’re just about to find out,” Tom solemnly replied when it was clear Jensen couldn’t respond. “I might not be able to find the heart beat right away, so don’t panic just yet.” Jensen wanted to hope, Jared knew, they both did, but there was nothing but resignation on both of their faces.
They heard the gentle whoosh of the ultrasound, static of the machine and otherwise silence. He held his husbands hand and let the other soothingly massage the back of Jensen’s neck. A few stray tears squeezed past Jensen’s tightly clenched eyes, and Jared was surprised to find his own cheeks wet. After only a few moments that felt longer than they had any right to, Jared felt his heart breaking as the silence continued.
And then they heard it. A soft beat barely discernible beneath the whoosh of the machine that grew steadily louder as Tom narrowed in on the right spot. Jared’s heart patched the pieces back together. Jensen’s eyes snapped open, hope and happiness warring with the lingering pain of expectant loss.
“Heartbeat is steady at 155.” Tom smiled brightly at both of them. “Your little gal or guy is just fine.”
Jared sighed in relief and kissed Jared’s forehead.
“You’re not out of the woods yet. It was most likely just a threatened miscarriage, but I want to keep you here until tomorrow to be safe. I’ll send in a nurse soon to admit you and help get you settled upstairs.”
Tom quietly left the room, knowing they needed a moment alone.
Jensen took a few shaky breaths, attempting to calm himself down.
“It’s gonna be okay, babe,” he found himself saying as he hugged Jensen, feeling his husband warmth seep into him.
“I know, I just…I was so scared and Chris was trying to calm me down, but I was so freaked out it wasn’t working and I couldn’t get ahold of you...”
“I’m sorry, I was in the lab. It has terrible reception.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Jensen offered a wavering smile.
“Still, I’ll do everything I can to make sure I don’t miss any more calls.” Jensen nodded his head sedately and leaned wearily back into the pillows. “Why don’t you rest until the nurse gets here? It’s been a busy day.”
“Okay,” Jensen meekly agreed and closed his eyes. A few minutes later the door clicked open. Expecting the nurse, he was completely unprepared to find Chad staring down at him. To be honest, Jared forgot his partner was even there.
“Hey” Chad quietly said, attempting not to bother Jensen’s restless nap.
“They’re both okay.”
Chad slapped him on the back. “I know. Tom told Jeff, who told me.”
Jared rolled his eyes. Honestly he did not understand how Jeff was a doctor with the whole patient/ doctor confidentiality thing because his brother could not keep a secret to save his damn life.
“How you holding up, man?”
Honestly, Jared wasn’t sure how to answer that question. He was beyond freaked out when he answered his phone and it was Jeff telling him Jensen was on his way to the hospital and possibly having a miscarriage. While he was relieved to know his baby was alright, Jared was more terrified than he’d ever been in his entire life. Jensen was still pregnant, a blessing and a curse, for at any moment Jared could still lose both of them. And then he’d be all alone. “I can’t lose him.”
“I know.”
***
The next few weeks went by without incident. Everyday Jensen grew more confident in the health of their baby and stopped walking around with a haunted look on his face, like they’d already lost their child. It was good to see his husband smile again.
The BBQ ended up being a moot point, as after the threatened miscarriage three weeks ago, news spread like wildfire to all of their friends about the pregnancy. All the well wishes, congratulations and pats on the back were very endearing, but increasingly becoming annoying. He was happy though, it was congratulations he was receiving and not sympathy and pitying eyes. They decided, instead, to hold a BBQ/Baby Shower closer to Jensen’s due date.
The all-day sickness that had afflicted his husband was finally starting to taper off into just morning sickness. By mid-mornings Jensen began to feel human again, a first since before they’d found out he was pregnant. He’s always had a healthy appetite, but the baby was making its presence known and was steadily demanding more. Finally Jensen was starting to put on some weight, and seemingly overnight a baby bump developed, growing more prominent every day.
Jared instantly grew attached to his husbands baby bump and touched it every time he had a chance.
On a rare Saturday morning that they both had off, they cuddled on the couch for hours, with Jensen’s back to his chest, watching some cheesy Saturday morning cartoons. Warmth spread through his heart, as gently, he rubbed Jensen’s stomach for hours, soothing both his husband, their child… and himself.
***
“Ready to find out what the sex is?” Tom beamed at them as Jared settled Jensen into the chair. Jensen was 19 weeks pregnant and starting to get that beautiful glow to him. It was a struggle for Jared to keep his hands to himself, and when they were at home, just the two of them, he didn’t even bother trying.
“Of course,” Jensen smiled brightly in return as gel was spread over his stomach.
“Sure you don’t want it be a surprise?”
“No, we definitely want to know,” Jensen definitively answered.
Tom spread the wand area around, locating their little bundle of joy. The picture was much clearer this time. Jared could see fingers and toes and a cute little button nose and it was hard not to fall deeply in love at the sight.
“I think it’s a boy.”
“You think?” Jensen arched an eyebrow and scrunched up his nose.
“I’m really pretty sure.”
“Oh, well if you’re really pretty sure...” Jared sarcastically responded.
“Wait, wait,” Tom said as the three of them watched the little baby move around on the ultrasound. “It’s definitely a boy!”
“You sure?” Jensen deadpanned, but he was fighting a smile.
“I am definitely, probably, sure.”
Jared laughed at that. “Well, that’s good enough for me.” He helped Jensen wipe the goo from his stomach and then kissed his belly.
“Oh, look. We get a DVD this time,” Jensen said and held up the disk for Jared to see.
“We’ll go home and watch it,” Jared kissed Jensen on lips, “and then I’ll rub your belly,” he kissed him again, “and then we’ll…”
Tom loudly cleared his throat. “Still here,” he announced. “And as your friend and doctor, I do not need to hear about your sexscapades. Besides don’t you have to go home and go through the grueling process of telling everyone you’re having a boy?”
“Nope,” Jared smirked. “This is where having Jeff for an older brother comes in handy. I’ll just tell him and by the end of the day, everyone will know.”
“You’re right. That man cannot keep a secret. Must have been fun living with him as a child.”
“Had my first wet dream at 13, freaked out and told Jeff about it. A couple hours later my parents were sitting me down to give me the sex talk.”
“Ouch,” Tom sympathized. “I do not envy you that experience.”
Jensen yawned, his jaw popping and eyes drooping.
“Get out of here, you two. Enjoy your DVD,” Tom said, putting as much emphasis and innuendo into the word enjoy as he possibly could.
“We will,” Jared declared and grinned at their doctor as he helped Jensen up.
“We will thoroughly enjoy it,” Jensen added and smirked at Tom.
“Yeah, yeah, get!”
They left the hospital, their spirits high, their hearts light and happy, and for the first time since the pregnancy started, they were both content.
Jared should have known it couldn’t have lasted.
***
“Babe, it’s time to get up,” Jared’s voice insisted. Jensen swatted his hand in the general direction in which the voice came from, but by now Jared knew better than to be within reaching distance. Jensen knew he must have slept through the alarm clock…. again…. if Jared was already out of the shower and dressed.
“No,” he pouted and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets around him.
“You’re gonna be late for work. Up,” he demanded and pulled the comforter off of him. “I’ll make breakfast.”
“Ugh, fine,” he complained and rolled out of the bed, walking to the shower with bleary eyes only half open. “But I want chocolate chips in my pancakes.”
“Of course, darling,” Jared laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “Now skedaddle.”
Half asleep, Jensen put in just enough effort to shampoo his hair and wash his body to still be presentable at work. He ran a hand through his wet hair, forcing it into tiny spikes, and bypassed any of his usual hair care products. Screw his hair, he didn’t care today. He contemplated shaving and then thought better of it. He was so tired, he would probably accidentally nick an artery and wouldn’t that just be fucking fantastic? Instead he stared at himself in the mirror, noting that he looked half dead and almost homeless, left wondering when he stopped giving a shit. He sighed, banged his head against the mirror, and decided he was going to shave after all and show up to work almost presentable and lively. Yeah, maybe not the lively part. He was pregnant; his boss would just have to get over it.
“Hey, baby,” Jared cheerfully greeted, wrapping an arm around his waist and giving him a quick kiss. Jensen grunted in reply, but made a beeline for the table when he saw a pile of pancakes waiting for him. Ever since the morning sickness relenquished its vicious hold over Jensen about a week ago and finally disappeared, he always seemed to be hungry, no matter what time of the day. It was almost more annoying than being nauseous all the time. “Want me to drive you to work again?”
Jensen stared down at his pancakes, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Only 21 weeks pregnant, and he was already an invalid. He’d been feeling tired and achy as of late, and despite the fact that he’d been relegated to light duty for the duration of his pregnancy, he was way too tired to drive home at the end of his shift. He loved his son, with everything he had to give, but his baby was putting so much strain on his body, that he found himself struggling to keep up. “Yes please,” he said quietly, eyes still glued to the table.
“Hey,” Jared knelt down until he was eye level with him. “You’re growing a human inside of you. It’s perfectly okay to be tired all the time. You know I don’t think any less of you, and nobody else does either?”
“I know,” he whispered and snuck a quick glance towards his husband.
“Stop being so hard on yourself.” He kissed Jensen’s temple and sat down next to him to eat his own pancakes. “I’ll call you if I’m going to be late picking you up. Chad’s got a lead on that murdered girl found on the L last weekend.”
A kick to what might have been his liver forced a surprised, strangled gasp out of him.
“What is it?” Jared jumped to his feet, instantly alarmed. Oh yeah, Jensen forgot to tell him he could feel the baby moving.
“Nothing. Come here.” He grabbed Jared’s hand and placed it near the top right of his growing belly.
“Jen, what is it?” he worriedly asked, but his expression immediately softened when the baby kicked again. “Oh.” Jared moved his chair closer, hand never leaving his belly, reveling in the movement of their child, reassurance he was still safe and sound and growing healthy. “I love you,” Jared whispered and rested his head on Jensen’s shoulder.
“I love you, too.”
***
The exhaustion, aches and pains grew worse over the weeks. It was getting harder and harder just to get through the day. Nothing short of Jared dragging him from their bed got him going in the morning. His skin was starting to take on that pale sickly look again and after only a three week reprieve, his nausea was starting to return full force. The fatigue felt a little like drowning; no matter how hard he struggled and fought he was constantly overwhelmed by the pressure around him. Most days it left him on the verge of tears, frustrated and bone weary. The worst development were the headaches, gone by morning and nearing migraine status by the time Jared dragged his sorry ass home every night. Any food placed in his stomach was like the British army invading colonial America, unwelcome and at risk of being violently ejected. Valiantly he struggled through three meals a day in a vain attempt to keep his baby healthy.
By the time he showered, shaved and made a pathetic attempt to style his hair, Jensen was nearing Zombie status, better than dead, but still far, far away from joining the land of the living. When Jared kissed his cheek and placed a cup of tea instead of coffee in front of him at the table with a cheery ‘morning,’ Jensen had to violently quell the urge to throw the cup at him. It wasn’t his husband’s fault he couldn’t drink coffee and it wasn’t Jared’s fault he felt like he just crawled out the closest grave in search of brains.
He pushed the cup of tea as far away from him as possible. “I feel like I’m dying,” he complained and dropped his head to the table with a thud.
Jared panicked, interpreting his words as more than the complaint they were. “Do I need to call Jeff or Tom? Do we need to go the hospital right now? Should I call an ambulance?”
“No!” Jensen snapped, and then sighed and buried his head in his hands. “No,” he repeated in a more gentle tone. “I’m sorry. I’m alright. Didn’t mean to make you panic. Just feel horrible, is all.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Jared pulled his hands away from his face and kissed his forehead. “It’s all right.”
Jensen shot him a look of pure adoration and love. Not for the first time since this pregnancy started, Jensen was extremely grateful his husband was so understanding of the situation and eternally patient. When Jared stood up and made to move away, Jensen wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face into his shirt trying not to show how badly he didn’t want to let him go. Jared stroked his fingers down the back of his head, letting Jensen have his moment until he was composed enough to let go of Jared’s warmth and the relative feeling of safety he provided.
“You want orange juice or cranberry juice?” Jared casually asked after Jensen finally let him go, picking up the unwanted tea as he went and throwing it down the sink. That was another quality to add to the list of things he loved about Jared, that he didn’t bring up Jensen’s fluctuating emotions due to the hormones and when Jensen wanted to pretend like nothing happened, Jared went along with it.
“Cranberry,” he shyly responded, his eyes never leaving Jared as the younger man poured him a cup of juice and set it on the table in front of him.
“You think Mike or Chris could give you a ride home today if I can’t make it to the station in time?”
“Of course,” he said, gulping down his juice. “Why?”
“Remember that girl murdered on the L about 3 weeks ago? We think it was the boyfriend and we might finally have a lead on where the bastard’s been hiding out all this time.” He shoveled some homemade hash browns and eggs onto two plates and set them on the table.
Jensen resisted the urge to shove the plate away and stamped down the gag that lodged in his throat from the smell. Instead he took a tiny bite of his eggs, willing his rebellious stomach into submission. “You’ve been working on that case for quite a while.”
“Yeah,” Jared stared down at his own food thoughtfully. “There’s just something about this case that bothers me. A Temple student drops dead from Cadmium poisoning on a subway full of people during morning commute and nobody notices anything? Even if 60th street station is not exactly the safest place in the city, something just doesn’t add, you know?”
“That is weird.” Jensen sighed and rested his head on one hand, attempting to converse with his husband, but not really feeling all that up to it. He shifted his gaze just enough to catch Jared’s eyes. “Just be careful, okay? We need you.”
“Always,” Jared promised.
Jared dropped him off at work as usual that morning. Jensen dragged himself towards his locker purposely ignoring the worried looks his friends shot him. It was bad enough that Jared was so worried and on edge that he was half a second away from dragging Jensen to the hospital at any given moment. He didn’t need the same thing at work.
“Son, you look worse than the rat my cat tore to pieces, skinned alive and dragged into the house last night.”
Jensen didn’t even bother to be friendly after that greeting, just glared at his boss with a look that threatened mutiny.
Jim threw up his hands in a gesture of defeat. “I just say it how I see it. You’re on dispatch duty today.”
“But,” Jensen weakly protested, mostly just for appearances and they both knew it. Sitting in a chair for 9 hours telling people what to do and not having to move if he didn’t want to sounded heavenly at the moment.
“No buts. You and that bun in the oven need all the rest you can get.”
Jensen smiled sincerely at the older man. “Thanks, Captain.”
“Don’t thank me, just get your butt in gear. You’re late.”
“Right away, sir,” Jensen laughed and slammed his locker shut.
“Jenny!” Chris cheerfully exclaimed and threw an arm around his shoulders. “Who am I going to annoy if you’re sitting around here all day being lazy?”
“I’m sure you’ll find some way to annoy me, Chris,” he dryly intoned and shoved Chris’s arm off his shoulder, there was no real bite behind his words though.
“I got you something,” Chris said and handed him what might have been a pillow.
Jensen cautiously accepted it, not believing Chris to be above an attempt to prank him in a vain attempt to cheer him up.
“It’s a pillow for your delicate butt.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “You can use it in the dispatch room. The lady at the store said it could help your back too.” Jensen groaned thinking about his back. With all the other aches and pains that pregnancy brought, a steady throb of agony was starting to permanently take residence in his lower back as a result of all the weight he’d gained in his stomach.
“Thanks man,” he sighed already thinking of the comfort the pillow, and being off his feet, would hopefully bring.
“Don’t thank me, dude, as long as I get to be Uncle Chris.”
“Of course,” Jensen instantly reassured. Chris and he may not have been blood brothers, but he’d known the other man almost his whole life, and Chris had always looked out for him, from day one, when no one else ever did. Chris was the closest thing he had to a real brother and vice versa. “Other kids are gonna wish they had an uncle as cool as you.”
“Damn straight,” Chris joked, but his smile was sincere, eyes alight with Jensen’s reassurances. It made his day just a little bit better knowing that he had more than just an amazing husband in his life, but the greatest friends a guy could ever ask for too.
“I gotta get going,” Jensen waved in the general direction of the dispatch room, trying to cut off this chick flick moment before either of them did something they would regret later, like cry. Though Jensen had an excuse, being pregnant and all, crying was not high on his list of things to do at work. “You think you could give me a ride home from work today if Jared gets tied up with his case?”
“Definitely,” Chris immediately replied and waved goodbye.
Being in the dispatch room all day with two other nerdy looking kids was kind of boring. But the pillow Chris bought him was fucking fantastic. It felt like he was sitting on a cloud. He’d told Chris as much over the dispatch radio as he was sending him out on a call, enjoying the huff of laughter he got from his friend. There was a moment of silence after Jensen said “my little boy says thank you, Uncle Chris,” followed by Dani snatching the radio from Chris.
“Aw, you made him cry,” she giggled into the radio, siren blaring in the background.
“I thought crying was supposed to be my job,” he cheerfully responded. They exchanged a few more words, before Chris stole the radio back, demanded Jensen stop bothering them on the job (even though they all knew he didn’t really mean it) and everyone should get back to work.
The headache started around lunch time, a steady throb behind his right eye that spread to his left and then to both his temples, until he couldn’t tell what part of his head didn’t hurt. It roiled his sensitive stomach even more than usual and he stared at the curry Jared packed him for lunch for almost 30 minutes before he finally got up the courage to eat it. It stayed down, his food almost always stayed in his stomach these days, but that didn’t mean any part of his body was happy about it. By three o’clock his stomach hurt and he had a vague pain that pretty much encompassed his whole intestinal area. He could feel his heart beat pounding in his skull and his eyes throbbed with every pulse. He’d barely moved from his cushiony chair all day and he still somehow ended up feeling like shit. Not that he really expected anything else; it’d been this way for a while now.
One day. Jensen just wanted one day where he didn’t feel like dying by the end of it.
Jared called at 4 to tell him he wouldn’t be able to pick him up today to which Jensen growled ‘fine, whatever,’ and then snapped his phone shut. Two minutes later he was calling Jared back, apologizing profusely, almost in tears for the second time that day and telling him Chris already said he could drive him. Jared, as usual, was perfectly understanding and Jensen just fell deeper in love.
“Damn, you look even worse than you did this morning,” Chris greeted him at the end of a long shift.
“Can you just take me home please,” he begged, too sick and miserable to participate in witty banter with Chris right now. He leaned heavily against his locker, one hand under his growing belly, and the other rubbing circles across his stomach.
“Sure,” Chris said, face instantly expressing worry. Jensen looked away, he couldn’t deal with that right now. He kept his head down to avoid all contact with absolutely everyone as Chris ran off and returned a few minutes later with his truck parked out front.
Jensen barely remembered the trip home. He’s pretty sure he fell asleep leaning against the window of Chris’ Ford pickup.
“You okay?” Chris asked when an annoying bump jarred him awake.
“Just take me to the closest graveyard and leave me there to die,” Jensen grumbled, rubbing at his bleary eyes to try and force them to focus. Truth be told, he was feeling worse after his impromptu nap, and the ride was starting to make him feel carsick.
“We’re almost back to your place,” Chris pointedly ignored his previous statement. “Why don’t you lie down for a nap when we get there and I’ll order us some dinner.”
“Isn’t Steve in town tonight?” Jensen sighed already in love with the idea of taking a nap.
“Yeah, so?”
“You don’t need to baby-sit me, man. I’ll be fine. Go out with Steve and have fun,” Jensen pleaded with his friend. Chris and Jensen had been friends with Steve since middle school. The summer after graduation, the man packed a suitcase took his truck and headed for Nashville to make it big. These days he wasn’t a superstar, but he wasn’t unknown either and had a very loyal fan base. Touring kept Steve pretty busy these days, and it wasn’t often they got to hang out anymore. If Jensen wasn’t feeling so horrible, the three of them would have gotten together. But just because he couldn’t make it, didn’t mean Chris had to miss out too.
“You just asked me to leave you in a graveyard. I ain’t leaving you alone until Jared gets back, just in case you get any stupid ideas.” Jensen rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue. He’d never win against Christian Kane. Secretly he was glad Chris wasn’t going to abandon him at home. Ever since the threatened miscarriage, Jensen was almost afraid of being alone and wanted someone else there in case things went wrong again. He offered Chris a grateful smile and leaned his head against the cool window again as the feeling of car sickness worsened. “Besides I already invited Steve over for dinner at your place.”
Jensen laughed at that. That sounded like exactly something Chris would do and it heartened him to know some things never changed. His laugh soon turned into a barely chocked off groan as bile rose in his throat.
He leapt from the truck as soon as it stopped and no longer able to hold back, puked all over his driveway.
“Nothing I ain’t seen before,” Chris reassured an embarrassed Jensen and patted him gently on the back. He leaned back against the truck, panting and shaking, as junior chose that moment to kick up a fuss. Chris was making a face at the mess when Jensen grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer, placing the startled man’s hand on his stomach. The light on the man’s face when he felt the baby kick for the first time was worth all this sickness and suffering.
His son was the luckiest kid on the face of the Earth because he already had the greatest father and uncle, he could ever ask for.
***
Work ran long that day and Jared was disheartened to realize it was nearly 9 pm and he was just heading home. Chad’s lead had turned out to be good, and after a wild goose chase, they finally managed to track down the boyfriend. After a very long and uncooperative interrogation, the man finally admitted to going on the bender and using several illegal narcotics, but he had no less than 10 solid alibis for the morning of the murder. Great, just great, they were back to square one, until the boyfriend mentioned something vague about a stalker. Cell phone records confirmed it, a dozen or so calls a day to the victim from a blocked number and how the Hell they missed that before was beyond Jared. They followed a few more leads on the stalker, only to come up empty. Finally forced to admit defeat, at least for now, they called it a day and headed home much later than he had intended.
He didn’t like leaving Jensen alone for so long, especially with him being so sick all the time, and worried what might happen while he wasn’t there. He made sure his phone was close at all times, even set a special ringtone for his husband, and while no one had called, that didn’t mean nothing had happened. A million different scenarios flashed through his mind where Jensen could be sick or injured and unable to call for help, but he stamped all of the down and focused his attention on getting home as quickly and safely as possible.
He went from worried and stressed to on the verge of freaking out in five seconds flat when he saw Chris’s truck sitting in his driveway.
He was barely in the door, tripping over Harley and Sadie who were very eager to greet him, when he came face to face with a startled, but amused, Chris.
“What happened? Is he okay? Is the baby okay?”
“Chill out, dude,” Chris placated, “the baby is fine. And Jensen, well he’s probably as good as when you saw him this morning.”
“That bad?” Chris shrugged. While Jensen rarely complained, they both knew the toll the baby was putting on his body and they were barely past the halfway point. Jensen was bound and determined to carry this baby to full term, but honestly with the way things were going, it would take a miracle for that to happen. Jared was almost ashamed to admit that he was more worried for his husband than the baby. He couldn’t lose him, he wouldn’t. Not now, not ever.
“He’s upstairs resting,” Steve carefully evaded, having suddenly appeared seemingly out of thin air. In his panic, he hadn’t noticed the other man’s car outside, didn’t even know the man was in town. Jensen hadn’t mentioned anything. Then again, he wouldn’t have, knowing he was too sick to go out and hang with Steve, but not wanting to be a bother and ask Jared to invite him over. “Thanks for being here for him. I know it means a lot to Jensen, and I really appreciate it too.”
“He means a lot to us too, Jared.”