Schmoop Bingo Blackout #2
Title: Nesting
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Making cookies
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth. MPREG
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared's nesting is driving Jensen crazy. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
Word Count: 1425
Jared is five months along when things start getting a little out of hand.
They've always been organized, but dusting twice a day, re-arranging the living room every morning, and freaking out over plates left in the sink remind Jensen more of his mother than his laid-back, beautiful husband. When he catches Jared up on a ladder washing their floor-to-ceiling windows, Jensen just about has an aneurysm. Gripping the ladder, he has to try to keep from barking out what he's thinking.
“Jared, honey, don't you think that's a little...dangerous?” Jensen can't keep all the bite out of his voice, but Jared doesn't seem to notice, humming as he continues reaching for the very top of the window.
“Do I think it's dangerous? No. Do you? Clearly. I'm fine, Jen-” And thank god for tall men on short ladders, because he doesn't fall far before Jensen manages to catch him; gripping the bulk of his husband's weight just long enough to set him on his feet.
“Jesus!” Jensen groans out, his hand going to his back as soon as Jared's upright, pain flaring up his spine.
“I would've landed on my feet, Jen. See, this is exactly what happens when you worry too much,” Jared tuts, his hands warm on Jensen's twinging muscles as he guides him towards their bedroom.
“Lay down and quit being so nervous. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. I'll go get you some Robax,” he adds as he helps Jensen sit on the bed; Jared lifting his legs for him once he starts laying down.
“Stop climbing freaking ladders and we won't have a problem!” Jensen huffs back as he adjusts the pillows, unable to find a comfortable position. Jared merely waves away his words, heading to their medicine cabinet to grab the medication.
Once he downs the pills and rolls onto his stomach to relieve the pressure, Jensen is surprised to find himself fighting sleep. He starts to wonder if maybe he was too hard on Jared, and whether his mood has anything to do with being tired. As he starts to go under, Jensen decides that he'll spend the evening making it up to his husband and treating him like gold.
What wakes Jensen isn't a searing pain in his back, as he'd expected, but a warm, sweet smell that fills every corner of the house and makes his mouth water instantly.
Curious, he pads down the stairs, peeking around the wall to see into their kitchen. Jared is sitting at the counter, carefully removing gooey chocolate chip cookies from the rack and placing them into a decorated tin; his shoulders shaking as he sniffles softly.
He looks so sad that Jensen feels his own heart plummet to his feet, knowing that if there's one good reason for Jared to be crying, it's him. Moving a little quicker, he tries to keep calm, aware that if Jared was sick or injured he wouldn't be doing such a mundane task.
“Jay?” he asks tentatively, one hand sliding down his husband's back with care. Jensen feels about two feet tall when Jared immediately shrugs off the touch. His husband's eyes are bubbling over with tears and Jared's lower lip trembles as he looks up at Jensen.
“Is it 'cause I'm huge? Are you angry that I got fat?” Jared chokes out, his words so full of hurt that Jensen's own eyes start to prick with the sting of tears.
“What? Jay, n-”
“You're being so mean! You've been pissed off all week and you never want to go out when I'm actually feeling good! All you care about is making sure I don't move or do anything other than lay in bed!” Jared takes a pause and just as Jensen is about to speak, he let's out a sob; the sound poking another hole in Jensen's already-Swiss-cheese heart.
“Are you going to leave me? Is it because you don't want your family to be ashamed of your big, gay, pregnant husband? I made cookies...” The last part comes out on a squeak, Jared covering his face with his hands as he cries.
Jensen can't decide whether to laugh or cry as he pulls Jared in close; kissing his temple, his hair, and his wedding band tenderly.
“I'm just going to go ahead and assume that's the hormones talking because, Jay, you have to know me well enough by now to know that I will never leave you. I love you more than anyone I've ever known in my entire life and I would step in front of a bus, if it meant I would save your life. I don't think you're fat, and I'm not ashamed of anything to do with us or the baby. You are my husband and I love you. I love that we're starting a family and I can't wait to hold our child. There is nothing on this earth you could do that would make me want to leave you. You're my soul mate, Jay, believe that.”
He speaks the words into Jared's hair, holding him close even as his big frame starts shaking even more with fresh tears. By the time Jensen's finished, Jared's clinging to him with his wet face pressed tightly against Jensen's chest.
“I'm sorry I doubted you! It's just you've a jerk lately; always nagging and telling me not to do things,” Jared sniffles, looking up again at Jensen, who merely brushes his long bangs out of his face and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I can't help feeling protective over you, Jay. You're carrying another life inside you, one we both made. It's important. I just,” he sighs, his thumbs stroking lightly under Jared's eyes, Jensen's own gaze soft and filled with love. “I just get so scared when I see you doing things that might get you hurt that I lose my cool and end up saying things in a way that comes out harsher than they should. I'm sorry.”
Jared shakes his head, his big hands mimicking Jensen's as he pulls him down for a kiss.
“I promise to cut back on the stunts if you promise to stop barking so damn much. Even Harley was looking at you like you were crazy,” Jared teases with a small grin. Both he and Jensen look down at their dog, who merely looks back up at them with an unenthusiastic face. Chuckling, Jensen nods.
“I promise not to be such a jerk any more. But just quit washing the windows, okay? I'll do them.”
“Not with that old-man back, you won't,” Jared counters with a laugh and a kiss to Jensen's cheek. When Jensen playfully scowls at him, Jared merely holds up the tin.
“Did I mention I made cookies?”
“Remind me why we're making a second batch again?” Jensen asks some time later as he pours in the chocolate chips, waiting for Jared's signal to stop.
“Because I have a craving and there has to be at least half a tin left over for you.” Jared grins, holding out a glob of dough for Jensen to lick off his finger.
“And they said I married you for the money.” Jensen dodges the wooden spoon, diving forward again in time to catch Jared's finger, his lips sealing around the digit with practised tenderness.
“If they think you married for money, they haven't seen me without my shirt.” The words are whispers as Jensen manages to capture Jared's full attention for the split second that his finger is in his mouth.
“They'd still be wrong, you know. I didn't marry you for the money, or because you're hot, or good in bed. I married you because you're the only person I can picture spending the rest of my life with, Jay. You're my everything.” Jensen holds onto Jared's finger as he speaks, tugging him closer until the only thing between them is their baby; Jensen gazing up at Jared with the utmost fondness.
“Well, I love you too, Mr. Ackles-Padalecki,” Jared whispers, his eyes glassy once again as he leans in for a kiss so sweet, so filled with adoration, that it's impossible to deny that they got married for the only reason that matters; love. “Now help me finish putting these on the rack, the oven's ready.”
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Making cookies
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth. MPREG
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: Jared's nesting is driving Jensen crazy. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
Word Count: 1425
Jared is five months along when things start getting a little out of hand.
They've always been organized, but dusting twice a day, re-arranging the living room every morning, and freaking out over plates left in the sink remind Jensen more of his mother than his laid-back, beautiful husband. When he catches Jared up on a ladder washing their floor-to-ceiling windows, Jensen just about has an aneurysm. Gripping the ladder, he has to try to keep from barking out what he's thinking.
“Jared, honey, don't you think that's a little...dangerous?” Jensen can't keep all the bite out of his voice, but Jared doesn't seem to notice, humming as he continues reaching for the very top of the window.
“Do I think it's dangerous? No. Do you? Clearly. I'm fine, Jen-” And thank god for tall men on short ladders, because he doesn't fall far before Jensen manages to catch him; gripping the bulk of his husband's weight just long enough to set him on his feet.
“Jesus!” Jensen groans out, his hand going to his back as soon as Jared's upright, pain flaring up his spine.
“I would've landed on my feet, Jen. See, this is exactly what happens when you worry too much,” Jared tuts, his hands warm on Jensen's twinging muscles as he guides him towards their bedroom.
“Lay down and quit being so nervous. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. I'll go get you some Robax,” he adds as he helps Jensen sit on the bed; Jared lifting his legs for him once he starts laying down.
“Stop climbing freaking ladders and we won't have a problem!” Jensen huffs back as he adjusts the pillows, unable to find a comfortable position. Jared merely waves away his words, heading to their medicine cabinet to grab the medication.
Once he downs the pills and rolls onto his stomach to relieve the pressure, Jensen is surprised to find himself fighting sleep. He starts to wonder if maybe he was too hard on Jared, and whether his mood has anything to do with being tired. As he starts to go under, Jensen decides that he'll spend the evening making it up to his husband and treating him like gold.
What wakes Jensen isn't a searing pain in his back, as he'd expected, but a warm, sweet smell that fills every corner of the house and makes his mouth water instantly.
Curious, he pads down the stairs, peeking around the wall to see into their kitchen. Jared is sitting at the counter, carefully removing gooey chocolate chip cookies from the rack and placing them into a decorated tin; his shoulders shaking as he sniffles softly.
He looks so sad that Jensen feels his own heart plummet to his feet, knowing that if there's one good reason for Jared to be crying, it's him. Moving a little quicker, he tries to keep calm, aware that if Jared was sick or injured he wouldn't be doing such a mundane task.
“Jay?” he asks tentatively, one hand sliding down his husband's back with care. Jensen feels about two feet tall when Jared immediately shrugs off the touch. His husband's eyes are bubbling over with tears and Jared's lower lip trembles as he looks up at Jensen.
“Is it 'cause I'm huge? Are you angry that I got fat?” Jared chokes out, his words so full of hurt that Jensen's own eyes start to prick with the sting of tears.
“What? Jay, n-”
“You're being so mean! You've been pissed off all week and you never want to go out when I'm actually feeling good! All you care about is making sure I don't move or do anything other than lay in bed!” Jared takes a pause and just as Jensen is about to speak, he let's out a sob; the sound poking another hole in Jensen's already-Swiss-cheese heart.
“Are you going to leave me? Is it because you don't want your family to be ashamed of your big, gay, pregnant husband? I made cookies...” The last part comes out on a squeak, Jared covering his face with his hands as he cries.
Jensen can't decide whether to laugh or cry as he pulls Jared in close; kissing his temple, his hair, and his wedding band tenderly.
“I'm just going to go ahead and assume that's the hormones talking because, Jay, you have to know me well enough by now to know that I will never leave you. I love you more than anyone I've ever known in my entire life and I would step in front of a bus, if it meant I would save your life. I don't think you're fat, and I'm not ashamed of anything to do with us or the baby. You are my husband and I love you. I love that we're starting a family and I can't wait to hold our child. There is nothing on this earth you could do that would make me want to leave you. You're my soul mate, Jay, believe that.”
He speaks the words into Jared's hair, holding him close even as his big frame starts shaking even more with fresh tears. By the time Jensen's finished, Jared's clinging to him with his wet face pressed tightly against Jensen's chest.
“I'm sorry I doubted you! It's just you've a jerk lately; always nagging and telling me not to do things,” Jared sniffles, looking up again at Jensen, who merely brushes his long bangs out of his face and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I can't help feeling protective over you, Jay. You're carrying another life inside you, one we both made. It's important. I just,” he sighs, his thumbs stroking lightly under Jared's eyes, Jensen's own gaze soft and filled with love. “I just get so scared when I see you doing things that might get you hurt that I lose my cool and end up saying things in a way that comes out harsher than they should. I'm sorry.”
Jared shakes his head, his big hands mimicking Jensen's as he pulls him down for a kiss.
“I promise to cut back on the stunts if you promise to stop barking so damn much. Even Harley was looking at you like you were crazy,” Jared teases with a small grin. Both he and Jensen look down at their dog, who merely looks back up at them with an unenthusiastic face. Chuckling, Jensen nods.
“I promise not to be such a jerk any more. But just quit washing the windows, okay? I'll do them.”
“Not with that old-man back, you won't,” Jared counters with a laugh and a kiss to Jensen's cheek. When Jensen playfully scowls at him, Jared merely holds up the tin.
“Did I mention I made cookies?”
“Remind me why we're making a second batch again?” Jensen asks some time later as he pours in the chocolate chips, waiting for Jared's signal to stop.
“Because I have a craving and there has to be at least half a tin left over for you.” Jared grins, holding out a glob of dough for Jensen to lick off his finger.
“And they said I married you for the money.” Jensen dodges the wooden spoon, diving forward again in time to catch Jared's finger, his lips sealing around the digit with practised tenderness.
“If they think you married for money, they haven't seen me without my shirt.” The words are whispers as Jensen manages to capture Jared's full attention for the split second that his finger is in his mouth.
“They'd still be wrong, you know. I didn't marry you for the money, or because you're hot, or good in bed. I married you because you're the only person I can picture spending the rest of my life with, Jay. You're my everything.” Jensen holds onto Jared's finger as he speaks, tugging him closer until the only thing between them is their baby; Jensen gazing up at Jared with the utmost fondness.
“Well, I love you too, Mr. Ackles-Padalecki,” Jared whispers, his eyes glassy once again as he leans in for a kiss so sweet, so filled with adoration, that it's impossible to deny that they got married for the only reason that matters; love. “Now help me finish putting these on the rack, the oven's ready.”