Wow, been a while.
Title: Child of the Moon (2/?)
Pairing: Keith/Mick
Rating: Pg-13, I guess. AU, mpreg.
Disclaimer: Of course this could never happen.
Word Count: 1, 099 (I know, it's short; i'll work on making them longer)
Note: Ok, so I’m struggling a little with this story, but I decided to try to come back to it again while I work on my other fic:)
Also: Takes place in 1969
“Mr. Jagger? Mick, are you alright?”
Mick swallowed hard and nodded absently. His thoughts were a racing, disorganized mess right now, and his body was first stunned and then numb in the wake of what the doctor had just confirmed.
“Yea-I’m ok. So…what now? What happens next?”
The woman-Dr. Nora Brown-cleared her throat and answered; “Well, what we normally do at this point and for the first six months is schedule one regular appointment a month following the first ultrasound. Let’s see-today’s Monday, August thirty-first; how about you come back for the ultrasound on Wednesday?”
Mick bit his lip. “We-I can’t do it any later?”
Dr. Brown shook her head. “Your current weight and this fainting spell concern me and indicate severe stress. I’d like to see you again as soon as possible.”
She must have seen the conflict and distress on Mick’s face, for she put her clipboard aside and said hesitantly; “Mick, I don’t know what’s going on in your life and I may be wrong-it’s probably not my place to say-but I do know that putting this off or hiding it will not make it easier.”
The twenty-six year olds’ eyes flicked up to the doctor. She looked to be in her forties with brown hair and a kind, motherly look in her green eyes.
He managed a smile and nodded.
“Good. So I’ll see you Wednesday, September second then.” The two shook hands and Mick left the office in a haze.
Wednesday. This was really happening, and so quick, it seemed. But he knew the doctor was right; it would be absurd to prolong it and unfair to Keith-as it was, the guitarist had been reluctant to let Mick come alone today.
The singer got in his car, and then leaned his forehead against the steering wheel and closed his eyes.
Tonight, he told himself.
Okay.
…..
Mick was lying back on the couch at his home, staring up at the ceiling when Keith came in. The younger man greeted the singer and headed to the kitchen.
“What’ve you been up to this afternoon?” Mick inquired casually, watching Keith rummage through the pantries.
The guitarist shrugged. “Played around with some new material in the studio for a bit. Nothin’ much.” He emerged from the kitchen then with a beer and some chips, and plopped down noisily next to Mick.
“How ‘bout you? How’d it go?” the dark haired boy asked anxiously, serious brown eyes locking with his friend’s.
Mick took a ragged breath and plunged in. “Well, they-uh, they want me to come back Wednesday.”
“Why? Do they think something’s wrong?” Keith responded, sounding a little more alarmed now.
“No, I just…” Mick trailed off and rubbed his eyes with two fingers in frustration. Keith, however, was starting to get scared.
“Mick-tell me. Talk to me. What is it?” He urged, lifting a hand to brush the other’s face encouragingly. Mick couldn’t stand it anymore. His arms shot out to wrap around Keith’s shoulders, and he pressed the side of his face to Keith’s. As his lips grazed the surprised guitarist’s ear, he whispered something that caused Keith to grasp Mick’s shoulders and pull away from him. For a moment he just stared.
“You-you’re what?! He finally managed to spit out.
“I’m pregnant, Keith,” Mick repeated softly.
Keith buried his face in his hands and groaned.
“Oh, fuck, Mick; are you sure?”
The singer nodded.
“How? When?” Keith stuttered, still in a state of shock.
An amused smile tugged at the corners of the singer’s mouth.
“I can’t really answer the when yet, and as far as the how…”
Keith shook his head. “No, no-I’m just trying to process this, I guess. God, Mick.”
They both sat there in silence for several minutes, thinking many of the same things.
We’re not ready for this.
What are we going to do?
They weren’t even living together; sure, they spent the majority of their time at each other’s houses, but they didn’t really have a place they called home base. Mick wondered how they were going to make it work. He wondered how they were going to tell people. He wondered what would happen when the public found out. He was lost in his thoughts, biting his nails, when Keith rested a hand on his knee.
“Hey…it’s alright. We’re going to figure it all out. We can do this, Mick, I promise. Together.” His smile then was full of confidence and love, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Mick relaxed. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Keith’s, unable to express his gratefulness in words.
“Thanks, Keith. You don’t know how much that means to me.” The guitarist nodded and breathed a chuckle through his nose.
“So; you and me, huh? This is really happening for us?”
Mick ran a hand through his hair. “Yep. Looks like.”
“Well, what did the doctor say today? I mean, about you feelin’ so sick? And What’s goin’ on Wednesday?”
“Wednesday’s the ultrasound. And she said the fainting and other stuff is probably stress, and that I should get more sleep and get my weight up.”
“We’ll make sure you do that, then,” Keith said decisively.
Mick grinned at him then, and the two of them positioned themselves so that they were stretched out on the couch, Keith behind Mick.
They talked for a long time, but when Mick could hear light snoring in his ear, he let his mind drift off to a dark place that bothered him. It was ridiculous, really. Even if they weren’t exactly happy or excited, it was a huge weight off his shoulders now that Keith knew and was with him on this. He had his lover’s support, and that meant the world. So Mick should’ve banished the thought entirely, but something Keith said had caused a cold, hard knot to form in his stomach.
How? When?
...When?
Mick let out a weary sigh, and just as his eyes were getting heavy, he felt Keith, in his sleep, move his hands so that they were spread protectively over his stomach. They would stay like that, all night, until morning came and forced them to get up and face their new reality.
Thanks for reading!:)
Pairing: Keith/Mick
Rating: Pg-13, I guess. AU, mpreg.
Disclaimer: Of course this could never happen.
Word Count: 1, 099 (I know, it's short; i'll work on making them longer)
Note: Ok, so I’m struggling a little with this story, but I decided to try to come back to it again while I work on my other fic:)
Also: Takes place in 1969
“Mr. Jagger? Mick, are you alright?”
Mick swallowed hard and nodded absently. His thoughts were a racing, disorganized mess right now, and his body was first stunned and then numb in the wake of what the doctor had just confirmed.
“Yea-I’m ok. So…what now? What happens next?”
The woman-Dr. Nora Brown-cleared her throat and answered; “Well, what we normally do at this point and for the first six months is schedule one regular appointment a month following the first ultrasound. Let’s see-today’s Monday, August thirty-first; how about you come back for the ultrasound on Wednesday?”
Mick bit his lip. “We-I can’t do it any later?”
Dr. Brown shook her head. “Your current weight and this fainting spell concern me and indicate severe stress. I’d like to see you again as soon as possible.”
She must have seen the conflict and distress on Mick’s face, for she put her clipboard aside and said hesitantly; “Mick, I don’t know what’s going on in your life and I may be wrong-it’s probably not my place to say-but I do know that putting this off or hiding it will not make it easier.”
The twenty-six year olds’ eyes flicked up to the doctor. She looked to be in her forties with brown hair and a kind, motherly look in her green eyes.
He managed a smile and nodded.
“Good. So I’ll see you Wednesday, September second then.” The two shook hands and Mick left the office in a haze.
Wednesday. This was really happening, and so quick, it seemed. But he knew the doctor was right; it would be absurd to prolong it and unfair to Keith-as it was, the guitarist had been reluctant to let Mick come alone today.
The singer got in his car, and then leaned his forehead against the steering wheel and closed his eyes.
Tonight, he told himself.
Okay.
…..
Mick was lying back on the couch at his home, staring up at the ceiling when Keith came in. The younger man greeted the singer and headed to the kitchen.
“What’ve you been up to this afternoon?” Mick inquired casually, watching Keith rummage through the pantries.
The guitarist shrugged. “Played around with some new material in the studio for a bit. Nothin’ much.” He emerged from the kitchen then with a beer and some chips, and plopped down noisily next to Mick.
“How ‘bout you? How’d it go?” the dark haired boy asked anxiously, serious brown eyes locking with his friend’s.
Mick took a ragged breath and plunged in. “Well, they-uh, they want me to come back Wednesday.”
“Why? Do they think something’s wrong?” Keith responded, sounding a little more alarmed now.
“No, I just…” Mick trailed off and rubbed his eyes with two fingers in frustration. Keith, however, was starting to get scared.
“Mick-tell me. Talk to me. What is it?” He urged, lifting a hand to brush the other’s face encouragingly. Mick couldn’t stand it anymore. His arms shot out to wrap around Keith’s shoulders, and he pressed the side of his face to Keith’s. As his lips grazed the surprised guitarist’s ear, he whispered something that caused Keith to grasp Mick’s shoulders and pull away from him. For a moment he just stared.
“You-you’re what?! He finally managed to spit out.
“I’m pregnant, Keith,” Mick repeated softly.
Keith buried his face in his hands and groaned.
“Oh, fuck, Mick; are you sure?”
The singer nodded.
“How? When?” Keith stuttered, still in a state of shock.
An amused smile tugged at the corners of the singer’s mouth.
“I can’t really answer the when yet, and as far as the how…”
Keith shook his head. “No, no-I’m just trying to process this, I guess. God, Mick.”
They both sat there in silence for several minutes, thinking many of the same things.
We’re not ready for this.
What are we going to do?
They weren’t even living together; sure, they spent the majority of their time at each other’s houses, but they didn’t really have a place they called home base. Mick wondered how they were going to make it work. He wondered how they were going to tell people. He wondered what would happen when the public found out. He was lost in his thoughts, biting his nails, when Keith rested a hand on his knee.
“Hey…it’s alright. We’re going to figure it all out. We can do this, Mick, I promise. Together.” His smile then was full of confidence and love, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Mick relaxed. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Keith’s, unable to express his gratefulness in words.
“Thanks, Keith. You don’t know how much that means to me.” The guitarist nodded and breathed a chuckle through his nose.
“So; you and me, huh? This is really happening for us?”
Mick ran a hand through his hair. “Yep. Looks like.”
“Well, what did the doctor say today? I mean, about you feelin’ so sick? And What’s goin’ on Wednesday?”
“Wednesday’s the ultrasound. And she said the fainting and other stuff is probably stress, and that I should get more sleep and get my weight up.”
“We’ll make sure you do that, then,” Keith said decisively.
Mick grinned at him then, and the two of them positioned themselves so that they were stretched out on the couch, Keith behind Mick.
They talked for a long time, but when Mick could hear light snoring in his ear, he let his mind drift off to a dark place that bothered him. It was ridiculous, really. Even if they weren’t exactly happy or excited, it was a huge weight off his shoulders now that Keith knew and was with him on this. He had his lover’s support, and that meant the world. So Mick should’ve banished the thought entirely, but something Keith said had caused a cold, hard knot to form in his stomach.
How? When?
...When?
Mick let out a weary sigh, and just as his eyes were getting heavy, he felt Keith, in his sleep, move his hands so that they were spread protectively over his stomach. They would stay like that, all night, until morning came and forced them to get up and face their new reality.
Thanks for reading!:)