Fic: Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Title: Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Author: Aingeal (crazy Aingeal)
Genre/Pairing: slash, mpreg, Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 3740 - surprisingly...
Summary: Ray arrives at Fraser's apartment to find him in pain but he can't believe what his lover tells him is the cause.
Notes: firedragon9 gave me the intial idea so thank you. And as always thank you to my beta leda_speaks who beta-ed even this cracktastic fic for me with fun and grace.
Warning: It is mpreg. Yes you all know that means. Not to be taken seriously though, just enjoy the banter depsite the subject matter.
Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Ray entered Fraser’s apartment in a cheerful mood. They both had the day off and he was thinking maybe they could get some exercise; Fraser had been looking a little fatter of late. However, all those thoughts evaporated when he saw Fraser staggering toward him holding his stomach.
“Benny, are you okay?” Ray asked, putting an arm around Fraser to steady him.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ray, I need to get to a hospital.”
“What? You’re really not okay?”
“I’m not okay, Ray. I’m in labour.”
“Labour? Like what, painting your apartment? You inhaled paint fumes?”
Fraser shook his head. “No, Ray, giving birth.”
“You’re giving birth?”
“Yes, Ray. That’s why I need medical attention.”
“You’re not pregnant!”
“Surely you noticed my cravings and weight gain, Ray?”
Ray had to admit Fraser was very…rotund. “I just thought you were comfort eating.”
“I was comfort eating in a way, but my hormones and the effects of pregnancy meant that my calorific intake sometimes exceeded the amount I burned off. In addition, of course, to the baby’s weight…”
Ray interrupted, aware that the more Fraser leaned on him the heavier he seemed. “So you’re telling me you’re pregnant and about to give birth?”
“Yes, Ray. If we could hurry.”
Fraser made a move to the door but Ray slowed him. “Benny, there’s nowhere for the baby to come out of.”
“Well, there’s my…”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’re obviously confused.”
“I’m not confused, Ray.”
“You are not having a baby!”
“I am!”
Ray sighed. “Look, I’m taking you to the hospital but you are not in labour.”
He managed to support Fraser as they stumbled out of the apartment and down the hall.
“I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, Ray.”
“Tell me what?”
“About the baby. I mean, it was obvious you were the father but I admit I was reluctant to tell you as you weren't aware of the possibility of me falling pregnant.”
Ray grunted as they went down the stairs, Fraser was heavy. “Let’s just get to the hospital, Benny, and let a doctor tell you you’re not pregnant.”
“Can we go to Memorial?”
“Why?”
“My doctor is there.”
“Fine, maybe he can talk some sense into you.”
Ray managed to get Fraser into the Riv, though it was no easy task. Fraser kept clutching his stomach and talking about his labour Ray wasn’t sure what Benny had been doing but he hoped a doctor could figure it out.
In the meantime, he humoured Fraser when he directed them to a side entrance, opening on to what seemed like a special area. Ray didn’t question him, if this was where Fraser’s doctor was then maybe that was for the best.
They were greeted by a perky nurse who immediately recognised Fraser. “Mr Fraser, are you all right?”
Before Fraser could answer Ray spoke up. “Of course he’s not all right; he thinks he’s having a baby.”
“It’s coming?”
Fraser nodded.
The nurse got him a wheelchair. “Well, your due date is in a couple of days time.”
“What?!”
“Is this the father?”
“Yes, this is my partner, Ray Vecchio,” Fraser replied, sitting in the wheelchair.
“He’s not pregnant!”
“You didn’t tell him?” the nurse asked as she wheeled Fraser down the hallway with Ray walking next to them.
“There never appeared to be a good time.”
“A good time to tell me what?”
“I’m having our baby, Ray.”
A man in a white coat appeared and took a good look at Fraser.
”Doctor, will you tell my partner he can’t be pregnant!”
The doctor looked at Ray. “He is pregnant.”
“What?! Okay, this has gone far enough Constable Fraser is not pregnant.”
“I’m afraid he is.”
“Men do not get pregnant,” Ray said, feeling like he’d stepped into some weird twilight zone hospital.
“Not under normal circumstances, no, but I was lucky enough to meet a doctor who specialised in Inuit fertility rituals and male impregnation, Ray.”
“There’s no such thing.”
The doctor spoke up. “There is. Doctor Winson is a specialist in his field. Mr Fraser, we’ll take you and your partner to the private rooms we set up, and I’ll call Dr Winson.”
“Thank you doctor.”
Ray stood there with his mouth open.
It wasn’t long before the staff had Fraser set up in an isolation room. He was made comfortable on the bed and had changed into a hospital gown. A heartbeat monitor was attached to his belly. Ray was still in shock when another doctor appeared. This one was a woman, older, and she had a file and clipboard.
“Hello, Ben.”
Fraser smiled. “Hello, Doctor Winson.”
“Is this Ray?”
“Yes.”
The doctor turned to Ray and smiled. “Hello, Ray.” She held out her hand.
Ray reciprocated with a handshake. “Hi. So, you’re the doctor?”
“Yes, I am. I can assure you that Mr Fraser and your babies are fine. I’m just going to start Mr Fraser on some routine drugs to help the process along.”
“Wait, did you just say babies?”
“Yes, you’re expecting twins.”
“TWINS?! You’re telling me that my lover here is pregnant with twins?!”
The doctor nodded as she attended to the drip she was setting up. “Yes. I thought you knew.”
“I’ve only just found out he was pregnant!”
“I know Mr Fraser was reluctant to tell you.”
“Why would he be reluctant?”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react, Ray. I was surprised myself when I discovered it was twins.”
“And when you did you discover it was twins?”
Having set up the drug drip, and given Fraser an injection, the doctor collected her things. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“We’ll keep monitoring you to make sure, but everything appears be on schedule.”
With that, the doctor left them alone with just he beeping of the monitors to break the silence. That was until Ray spoke.
“So, twins?”
“Yes. I found out at my second scan.”
“You weren’t going to the hospital to visit with sick people all those times, were you?”
Fraser shook his head. “Not really, Ray, no.”
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t mean to, Ray.”
Ray stood by the bed and looked down at his lover. “So, this is why you wanted to not use a condom?”
“It was my choice to get pregnant.”
“Your choice? Fraser! Why did you get pregnant?!”
“Well, Ray, you told me I wasn't very good at telling if people were lying so I thought I'd remedy the situation.”
“And how was getting pregnant going to help you?!” Ray asked.
“You said that mothers have a sixth sense about lying.”
“It was a figure of speech!”
“Ah. You know, Ray, it's working.”
“How do you mean it's working?” Ray asked.
“Well, you appear to be upset at the prospect of being a father but you are in fact very pleased.”
Ray’s bluster went out of him then. “How do you....? I mean...”
“I'm about to become a parent, Ray. I know when you're hiding something, now.”
“Oh great, this is just weird.”
“But good?” Fraser asked, looking at Ray with the big eyed Mountie look.
“Yes, good. You realise I am never going to be able to lie to you again.”
“Have you ever lied to me, Ray?”
“No, but that's not the point.”
“What is the point?”
Ray started pacing. “I don't know, the fact we're having kids?”
“That would be a point.”
“Exactly. We’re having kids, and you sound like one of those Harlequin books: ‘His Secret Twins’ or something.”
“But it’s not a secret, I told you. Although it was a secret…”
Ray threw his hands up in the air as he continued pacing in the small room. “I was talking about the title of a Harlequin novel.”
“I didn’t know you read romance novels, Ray.”
“I don’t! I was comparing this situation to one.”
“Ah. Still, the title ‘His Secret Twins’ wouldn’t be entirely accurate.”
“What would you call it? ‘His wish to understand if people are lying or not’?”
“Not in that many words. ‘His Wish’ would seem to work.”
Ray came and leant on the rail on the bed. “Well, you can tell my mother.”
“Oh, she already knows.”
Ray’s head snapped up. “How can she know?”
“As you’ve said, you can’t lie to your mother and neither can I. She’s known for some time. She asked me if the reason I kept going to the bathroom was morning sickness and I told her the truth.”
“You can tell if someone is telling you the truth now?”
“Yes, although it appears to work better on family members and close friends.”
“So getting pregnant has given you another Mountie super power?” Ray said, only half joking.
“I wouldn’t call it a super power, Ray.”
“So, is there some sort of secret mother’s thing?”
“Oh yes, your mother invited me along to her next meeting.”
Ray’s eyes widened. “There’s a club?”
“It’s not so much a club as a society, similar to the Mason’s societies that men have, only for mothers and mothers to be.”
“Should you be telling me this?”
“A side effect seems to be I’m telling the truth more. And I think the drugs are beginning to take effect,” Fraser said, leaning back against the pillows.
“You tell the truth enough to start with.”
“Yes, but this side effect should pass.”
“Was this the sole reason you got pregnant?”
Fraser looked shocked. “Oh no. There were other reasons.”
“Such as?”
“You said it would be nice if we had kids.”
“I said it would be nice if we had kids one day.”
“Yes, and it seemed a good idea to make this that one day.”
“Benny, I meant in the future and I was talking about adoption.”
“This is the future.”
Ray thought for a moment. “I only told you that nine months ago. You must have got pregnant right after we talked about it….you did, didn’t you?”
Fraser’s red face said it all. “You feel this has been rushed?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ray. I didn’t mean to rush but I liked the idea so much…”
“You wanted kids?”
“Yes, Ray I’ve wanted children since I met you.”
“You didn’t want them before?” Ray asked, puzzled.
“No, Ray.”
“So you met me, we went out and you decided you wanted to have my children?”
Fraser cleared his throat. “Not exactly, Ray. I knew before our first date.”
“You knew…before…? You planned this before we’d even started officially dating?!”
“Yes.”
“And they say women move too fast.”
“Do they?”
“Yes. Okay, tell me why you wanted my kids before we’d even had our first date.”
“I don’t think you want to know, Ray.”
Ray leaned closer to Fraser. “I want to know.”
“Your eyes.”
“What?” Ray asked, blinking.
“Your eyes, Ray.”
“What about them?
“I saw your eyes and…I realised you were a good man, that you’d make a good father and you had very attractive eyes.”
“You decided you wanted kids because I have attractive eyes?”
“Yes.”
Ray smiled slightly and shook his head. “That’s weird, Fraser.”
“Not as weird as why my Uncle Gerald became pregnant with my Uncle Frederick’s children.”
“You had two uncles who had kids?”
“Yes. Of course, I later found out they were my second cousins. Well, one of them was.”
“Okay.
“But yes, Uncle Gerald was very fond of Uncle Frederick’s feet.”
“And that’s why they had kids?”
“Yes.”
Ray let a beat go by. “So, all this time our sex life was dying it wasn’t because you didn’t find me attractive but because you were pregnant?”
“Yes, Ray.”
Ray would have asked a few more questions along that line when Doctor Winson reappeared.
“Hello again, gentlemen.”
“Hello Doctor.”
“Mr Fraser, are the contractions closer together?”
Fraser frowned slightly. “Yes, they do seem to be increasing.”
“Okay, we're going to deliver your babies here in isolation. Is that all right?”
Fraser looked at Ray. “Ray?”
“You’re the one in labour, Benny.”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“Now, we’re going to start you on some gas and air,” the doctor said, twisting some valves on a cylinder.
“The pain isn’t that bad.”
“Listen to the doctor, Benny, and take the drugs.”
“If you say so, Ray.”
The doctor handed Fraser the mouthpiece. “Just breathe in when you have a contraction, okay? I’ve increased the dosage of the other drugs so you might feel some tingling and some other side effects.”
“What sort of side effects?” Ray asked.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, Ray.”
Five minutes later Ray wasn’t sure if his worry hadn’t been well placed. Fraser had a dazed look, the sort of look Ray had never seen him have before.
Fraser was looking at himself. “Ray, am I as big a house?”
Ray glanced down. “Well, you’re big, Benny.”
“I am having twins, Ray,” Fraser said happily.
“I know, Benny.”
His face fell. “Am I unattractive?”
“No, you’re not unattractive.”
Fraser took a gulp of gas and air. “Hmm, I think the drugs are working, Ray. I can see you but you sound blurry.”
“I can’t sound blurry.”
“Well, you do.”
Doctor Winson spoke. “Mr Fraser, can you feel the contractions?”
“I thought my grammar was perfectly fine.”
Ray rolled his eyes. “The doctor means the pain in your abdomen, you know, labour.”
“Ray, why have I got a pain in my abdomen?”
“Because you’re pregnant and in labour.”
“I’m having a baby?” Fraser asked, in the same tone Ray’s nephew had used when he wanted to know where babies came from.
“You’re having twins.”
“Are they yours?”
“Yes, Benny, they’re mine.”
“Good. I’ve always wanted your babies, Ray,” Fraser said, dreamily.
“I know, now tell the doctor what you feel.”
“It hurts.”
“How often?” the doctor asked.
“Now. It hurts now.”
“Your contractions are getting closer together.”
“Is that good?”
“Well, it means it won’t be long before we ask you to push.”
“Push what?”
“Push out the babies,” the doctor explained.
Fraser looked panicked. “Ray! They want me to push the babies out of me!”
“Yeah, Benny, that’s why they call it giving birth.”
“Are the babies going to come out of my bottom?”
Ray shifted awkwardly. He had no idea. He hoped not. “No, I think there’s somewhere else.”
“Sounds like magic, Ray. Is it magic?”
“No, it’s just weird.”
“Oh. Can I look?”
“No, you can’t. What are you doing?”
Fraser had pulled the blanket off and was peering ‘down there’.
“I have a hole, Ray.”
Ray looked at what Fraser was staring at it and immediately regretted it. It made him feel sick. “Oh god, Fraser! I did not want to see that. What is that?”
“It’s something we put in to enable Mr Fraser to give birth,” the doctor said, as if it was perfectly normal.
“Ewwwww. I don’t want to see that.” Ray kept his eyes shut.
“Shall I put a blanket over me, Ray?”
Ray opened his eyes enough to try and find one but straight away closed them again. “Erm, yeah, nurse, can you?”
The nurse took pity and covered the area up once more. Ray was able to open his eyes though he kept his gaze focussed elsewhere.
“You can stay at my head, Ray. You can hold my hand.”
Fraser held his hand up and Ray took it. He gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze.
“Okay, I think we’re ready here.”
“Ready for what?” Ray asked, as different members of the medical team moved into position.
“I think I’m having a baby, Ray.”
“Two babies, Fraser.”
“That’s exciting.”
“You’re enjoying this,” Ray accused.
“I'm not enjoying the pain, Ray, it hurts.”
The doctor did a final check before positioning herself wherever it was the babies were due to appear from. “Okay, we’re ready now. Can you push for me, Mr Fraser?
“I can’t, you’re standing over there.”
“She means push the babies out,” Ray explained.
“At the same time?!”
“No, just the first one.”
“Okay. Ray, could you hold my hand?”
“I am holding it, Benny,” Ray replied giving it a squeeze.
“Oh.”
“Okay, push,” the doctor directed.
Fraser made a strange noise that sounded like he was swearing in Inuit. “Uuuuurgggggghhhhhhh.”
“Very good.”
“Is the baby here?”
“No. It’s going to take a bit more than that.”
“I’m going to be very tired.”
“Yes, now, when you feel the twinge of a contraction, that’s when you push.”
“Ray?”
“Do what the doctor says, Benny.”
“I prefer to do what you say.”
“I say what the doctor says.”
“Oh, okay then.” Fraser scrunched his face up and made another of the strange noises.
“That’s it, Benny, push,” Ray said encouragingly.
“I can see the head.
Fraser panted. “Can you see the head, Ray?”
“I am not going to look, just concentrate on what you’re doing.”
“I’m pushing, Ray.”
“That’s good, Benny. Keep going.”
“Am I hurting your hand?”
Ray looked down. He was sure it was turning blue with the pressure. “No, it’s not broken, yet.”
“One more big push. That’s it.”
Ray heard a weird plopping sound which was quickly followed by the cry of a newborn baby.
“Ray? There’s a baby crying.”
“Yeah, Benny, it’s our baby.”
“We have a baby?” Fraser asked, dazed.
“Mr Fraser, Mr Vecchio, you have a son.”
“You hear that, Benny?” Ray said, smiling broadly for the first time since they’d entered the hospital.
“Yes, I’m not deaf, Ray. But why is it still hurting?”
“There’s another baby in there.”
“Another one? How did that happen, Ray?”
“You tell me it was your idea.”
“I don’t remember having it. “
“Well, you’re having two babies.”
Fraser looked around. “Where is the other one?”
The nurse carried their bundled first born over. “Here you are, Mr Vecchio, if you’d like to hold him.”
Ray let go of Fraser's hand and took the precious bundle into his arms. He turned the baby toward Fraser.
“See, Benny, this is our son.”
Fraser took a good look. “He has your mouth, Ray.”
Ray smiled at his son. “Yeah.”
“Ray, I want you to hold my hand.”
“Well, I can’t hold your hand and the baby. “
“Hmmm... maybe if you put the baby down.”
“Nurse?”
Ray gently passed his son back to the nurse and she placed him in a small crib next to the bed. “We’ll leave the baby next to you.”
“Thank you.”
“Ray! I think the other baby is coming.”
Ray quickly took hold of Fraser’s hand as the doctor began her instructions again.
“Okay, now a nice push.”
“I am pushing. Is it working?”
“Yes. One more.”
The pressure on Ray’s hand increased dramatically. “Owwwww, Benny! Be careful with my hand.”
“It doesn’t hurt…as much as…this!”
Ray heard that weird sound again and another cry. Clearly another child with a healthy set of lungs. “Congratulations, the second twin is a daughter.”
“We have one of each, Ray.”
Ray was still smiling. “Yeah, Benny a set.”
“Can we keep them?
“Of course we’re keeping them.”
“Ray?”
“Yeah? “
“Do I have to push more?”
Ray didn’t know. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Mr Fraser will have to do a little more but we’ll take him into surgery now.”
The equipment was moved about and the bed was readied for being wheeled out.
“Is Ray coming?”
“I’m afraid we can’t let Mr Vecchio into the operating theatre.”
“Ray!” Fraser said in that panicky tone.
“It’s okay, Benny, I’ll stay with the babies.”
“Okay, you look after them.”
“I will, Benny. I will.”
“You can give them names.”
“All right, Benny, but we can do that together.”
“I trust you, Ray. You won’t call them Gottfried.”
“I don’t even know what that means. Just concentrate on relaxing and we’ll be here when you get back.”
Fraser yawned as he was wheeled away. “Night, Ray.”
“Bye, Benny.”
Ray then turned his attention back to the two small human beings in the cribs. His son and daughter. He stroked each one’s cheek and smiled.
“So kids, I’m your Dad and your other Dad just gave birth to you. And I don’t believe I just said that.”
A few hours later Fraser was back and recovering from surgery. Ray had been watching over the babies as instructed and had even given them their first feed. Now they were both safely sleeping and Ray was waiting for their other parent to wake up. He didn’t have to wait too long as Fraser opened his eyes and groaned.
“Benny? Are you okay?”
“My head hurts, Ray,” Fraser replied, putting his hand on it.
“I’m not surprised with all those drugs the doc dosed you with.”
“Is it over, Ray?”
“Is what over?”
“I’m not in labour, am I?” Fraser asked, slightly worried.
“No, we have a son and daughter and they’re fast asleep, see?” Ray indicated the cribs next to the bed.
“It worked.”
“Yeah, it worked. I still can’t believe you did that.”
“Are you mad at me, Ray?”
Ray smiled. “How can I be mad at you when we’ve got two cute kids?”
“I don’t know, Ray.”
“Exactly.”
“Did you think of any names?”
“Yeah, but you must have an idea.”
“I was thinking something that would fit in with your cultural heritage,” Fraser admitted.
“So, Italian?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“I was thinking of Michael for a boy. I mean I know it’s not Italian-Italian but I had an Uncle Michael.”
“It sounds perfect, Ray.”
“You’re not just saying that because you’re still high on the drugs?”
Fraser laughed. “No, Ray.”
“Good.”
“What about our daughter?”
“You know, I shouldn’t have to name both kids,” Ray pointed out.
“Perhaps not, Ray. I was thinking about Emilia for a girl. Which is, of course, the Italian version of Emily and is pronounced Em-il-e-ya.”
“Emilia,” Ray repeated. “Yeah, I like it.”
“We could think about this more,” Fraser offered.
“Most parents do the thinking before the baby is born.”
“Yes, well…
“Just shut up and get some sleep because soon as we get home sleep is the last thing you’re going to get. I’ll go call Ma.”
“Thank you, Ray. And Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m raising children with you.”
“Me too, just next time? Let me know first.”
“Next time, Ray?”
Ray grinned. “Well, I always wanted a big family.”
“Me too, Ray, me too.”
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Author: Aingeal (crazy Aingeal)
Genre/Pairing: slash, mpreg, Fraser/Vecchio
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 3740 - surprisingly...
Summary: Ray arrives at Fraser's apartment to find him in pain but he can't believe what his lover tells him is the cause.
Notes: firedragon9 gave me the intial idea so thank you. And as always thank you to my beta leda_speaks who beta-ed even this cracktastic fic for me with fun and grace.
Warning: It is mpreg. Yes you all know that means. Not to be taken seriously though, just enjoy the banter depsite the subject matter.
Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Fraser’s Secret (or what he did that made him able to tell when Ray was lying)
Ray entered Fraser’s apartment in a cheerful mood. They both had the day off and he was thinking maybe they could get some exercise; Fraser had been looking a little fatter of late. However, all those thoughts evaporated when he saw Fraser staggering toward him holding his stomach.
“Benny, are you okay?” Ray asked, putting an arm around Fraser to steady him.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ray, I need to get to a hospital.”
“What? You’re really not okay?”
“I’m not okay, Ray. I’m in labour.”
“Labour? Like what, painting your apartment? You inhaled paint fumes?”
Fraser shook his head. “No, Ray, giving birth.”
“You’re giving birth?”
“Yes, Ray. That’s why I need medical attention.”
“You’re not pregnant!”
“Surely you noticed my cravings and weight gain, Ray?”
Ray had to admit Fraser was very…rotund. “I just thought you were comfort eating.”
“I was comfort eating in a way, but my hormones and the effects of pregnancy meant that my calorific intake sometimes exceeded the amount I burned off. In addition, of course, to the baby’s weight…”
Ray interrupted, aware that the more Fraser leaned on him the heavier he seemed. “So you’re telling me you’re pregnant and about to give birth?”
“Yes, Ray. If we could hurry.”
Fraser made a move to the door but Ray slowed him. “Benny, there’s nowhere for the baby to come out of.”
“Well, there’s my…”
“I don’t want to hear it. You’re obviously confused.”
“I’m not confused, Ray.”
“You are not having a baby!”
“I am!”
Ray sighed. “Look, I’m taking you to the hospital but you are not in labour.”
He managed to support Fraser as they stumbled out of the apartment and down the hall.
“I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, Ray.”
“Tell me what?”
“About the baby. I mean, it was obvious you were the father but I admit I was reluctant to tell you as you weren't aware of the possibility of me falling pregnant.”
Ray grunted as they went down the stairs, Fraser was heavy. “Let’s just get to the hospital, Benny, and let a doctor tell you you’re not pregnant.”
“Can we go to Memorial?”
“Why?”
“My doctor is there.”
“Fine, maybe he can talk some sense into you.”
Ray managed to get Fraser into the Riv, though it was no easy task. Fraser kept clutching his stomach and talking about his labour Ray wasn’t sure what Benny had been doing but he hoped a doctor could figure it out.
In the meantime, he humoured Fraser when he directed them to a side entrance, opening on to what seemed like a special area. Ray didn’t question him, if this was where Fraser’s doctor was then maybe that was for the best.
They were greeted by a perky nurse who immediately recognised Fraser. “Mr Fraser, are you all right?”
Before Fraser could answer Ray spoke up. “Of course he’s not all right; he thinks he’s having a baby.”
“It’s coming?”
Fraser nodded.
The nurse got him a wheelchair. “Well, your due date is in a couple of days time.”
“What?!”
“Is this the father?”
“Yes, this is my partner, Ray Vecchio,” Fraser replied, sitting in the wheelchair.
“He’s not pregnant!”
“You didn’t tell him?” the nurse asked as she wheeled Fraser down the hallway with Ray walking next to them.
“There never appeared to be a good time.”
“A good time to tell me what?”
“I’m having our baby, Ray.”
A man in a white coat appeared and took a good look at Fraser.
”Doctor, will you tell my partner he can’t be pregnant!”
The doctor looked at Ray. “He is pregnant.”
“What?! Okay, this has gone far enough Constable Fraser is not pregnant.”
“I’m afraid he is.”
“Men do not get pregnant,” Ray said, feeling like he’d stepped into some weird twilight zone hospital.
“Not under normal circumstances, no, but I was lucky enough to meet a doctor who specialised in Inuit fertility rituals and male impregnation, Ray.”
“There’s no such thing.”
The doctor spoke up. “There is. Doctor Winson is a specialist in his field. Mr Fraser, we’ll take you and your partner to the private rooms we set up, and I’ll call Dr Winson.”
“Thank you doctor.”
Ray stood there with his mouth open.
It wasn’t long before the staff had Fraser set up in an isolation room. He was made comfortable on the bed and had changed into a hospital gown. A heartbeat monitor was attached to his belly. Ray was still in shock when another doctor appeared. This one was a woman, older, and she had a file and clipboard.
“Hello, Ben.”
Fraser smiled. “Hello, Doctor Winson.”
“Is this Ray?”
“Yes.”
The doctor turned to Ray and smiled. “Hello, Ray.” She held out her hand.
Ray reciprocated with a handshake. “Hi. So, you’re the doctor?”
“Yes, I am. I can assure you that Mr Fraser and your babies are fine. I’m just going to start Mr Fraser on some routine drugs to help the process along.”
“Wait, did you just say babies?”
“Yes, you’re expecting twins.”
“TWINS?! You’re telling me that my lover here is pregnant with twins?!”
The doctor nodded as she attended to the drip she was setting up. “Yes. I thought you knew.”
“I’ve only just found out he was pregnant!”
“I know Mr Fraser was reluctant to tell you.”
“Why would he be reluctant?”
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react, Ray. I was surprised myself when I discovered it was twins.”
“And when you did you discover it was twins?”
Having set up the drug drip, and given Fraser an injection, the doctor collected her things. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“We’ll keep monitoring you to make sure, but everything appears be on schedule.”
With that, the doctor left them alone with just he beeping of the monitors to break the silence. That was until Ray spoke.
“So, twins?”
“Yes. I found out at my second scan.”
“You weren’t going to the hospital to visit with sick people all those times, were you?”
Fraser shook his head. “Not really, Ray, no.”
“You lied to me.”
“I didn’t mean to, Ray.”
Ray stood by the bed and looked down at his lover. “So, this is why you wanted to not use a condom?”
“It was my choice to get pregnant.”
“Your choice? Fraser! Why did you get pregnant?!”
“Well, Ray, you told me I wasn't very good at telling if people were lying so I thought I'd remedy the situation.”
“And how was getting pregnant going to help you?!” Ray asked.
“You said that mothers have a sixth sense about lying.”
“It was a figure of speech!”
“Ah. You know, Ray, it's working.”
“How do you mean it's working?” Ray asked.
“Well, you appear to be upset at the prospect of being a father but you are in fact very pleased.”
Ray’s bluster went out of him then. “How do you....? I mean...”
“I'm about to become a parent, Ray. I know when you're hiding something, now.”
“Oh great, this is just weird.”
“But good?” Fraser asked, looking at Ray with the big eyed Mountie look.
“Yes, good. You realise I am never going to be able to lie to you again.”
“Have you ever lied to me, Ray?”
“No, but that's not the point.”
“What is the point?”
Ray started pacing. “I don't know, the fact we're having kids?”
“That would be a point.”
“Exactly. We’re having kids, and you sound like one of those Harlequin books: ‘His Secret Twins’ or something.”
“But it’s not a secret, I told you. Although it was a secret…”
Ray threw his hands up in the air as he continued pacing in the small room. “I was talking about the title of a Harlequin novel.”
“I didn’t know you read romance novels, Ray.”
“I don’t! I was comparing this situation to one.”
“Ah. Still, the title ‘His Secret Twins’ wouldn’t be entirely accurate.”
“What would you call it? ‘His wish to understand if people are lying or not’?”
“Not in that many words. ‘His Wish’ would seem to work.”
Ray came and leant on the rail on the bed. “Well, you can tell my mother.”
“Oh, she already knows.”
Ray’s head snapped up. “How can she know?”
“As you’ve said, you can’t lie to your mother and neither can I. She’s known for some time. She asked me if the reason I kept going to the bathroom was morning sickness and I told her the truth.”
“You can tell if someone is telling you the truth now?”
“Yes, although it appears to work better on family members and close friends.”
“So getting pregnant has given you another Mountie super power?” Ray said, only half joking.
“I wouldn’t call it a super power, Ray.”
“So, is there some sort of secret mother’s thing?”
“Oh yes, your mother invited me along to her next meeting.”
Ray’s eyes widened. “There’s a club?”
“It’s not so much a club as a society, similar to the Mason’s societies that men have, only for mothers and mothers to be.”
“Should you be telling me this?”
“A side effect seems to be I’m telling the truth more. And I think the drugs are beginning to take effect,” Fraser said, leaning back against the pillows.
“You tell the truth enough to start with.”
“Yes, but this side effect should pass.”
“Was this the sole reason you got pregnant?”
Fraser looked shocked. “Oh no. There were other reasons.”
“Such as?”
“You said it would be nice if we had kids.”
“I said it would be nice if we had kids one day.”
“Yes, and it seemed a good idea to make this that one day.”
“Benny, I meant in the future and I was talking about adoption.”
“This is the future.”
Ray thought for a moment. “I only told you that nine months ago. You must have got pregnant right after we talked about it….you did, didn’t you?”
Fraser’s red face said it all. “You feel this has been rushed?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ray. I didn’t mean to rush but I liked the idea so much…”
“You wanted kids?”
“Yes, Ray I’ve wanted children since I met you.”
“You didn’t want them before?” Ray asked, puzzled.
“No, Ray.”
“So you met me, we went out and you decided you wanted to have my children?”
Fraser cleared his throat. “Not exactly, Ray. I knew before our first date.”
“You knew…before…? You planned this before we’d even started officially dating?!”
“Yes.”
“And they say women move too fast.”
“Do they?”
“Yes. Okay, tell me why you wanted my kids before we’d even had our first date.”
“I don’t think you want to know, Ray.”
Ray leaned closer to Fraser. “I want to know.”
“Your eyes.”
“What?” Ray asked, blinking.
“Your eyes, Ray.”
“What about them?
“I saw your eyes and…I realised you were a good man, that you’d make a good father and you had very attractive eyes.”
“You decided you wanted kids because I have attractive eyes?”
“Yes.”
Ray smiled slightly and shook his head. “That’s weird, Fraser.”
“Not as weird as why my Uncle Gerald became pregnant with my Uncle Frederick’s children.”
“You had two uncles who had kids?”
“Yes. Of course, I later found out they were my second cousins. Well, one of them was.”
“Okay.
“But yes, Uncle Gerald was very fond of Uncle Frederick’s feet.”
“And that’s why they had kids?”
“Yes.”
Ray let a beat go by. “So, all this time our sex life was dying it wasn’t because you didn’t find me attractive but because you were pregnant?”
“Yes, Ray.”
Ray would have asked a few more questions along that line when Doctor Winson reappeared.
“Hello again, gentlemen.”
“Hello Doctor.”
“Mr Fraser, are the contractions closer together?”
Fraser frowned slightly. “Yes, they do seem to be increasing.”
“Okay, we're going to deliver your babies here in isolation. Is that all right?”
Fraser looked at Ray. “Ray?”
“You’re the one in labour, Benny.”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“Now, we’re going to start you on some gas and air,” the doctor said, twisting some valves on a cylinder.
“The pain isn’t that bad.”
“Listen to the doctor, Benny, and take the drugs.”
“If you say so, Ray.”
The doctor handed Fraser the mouthpiece. “Just breathe in when you have a contraction, okay? I’ve increased the dosage of the other drugs so you might feel some tingling and some other side effects.”
“What sort of side effects?” Ray asked.
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, Ray.”
Five minutes later Ray wasn’t sure if his worry hadn’t been well placed. Fraser had a dazed look, the sort of look Ray had never seen him have before.
Fraser was looking at himself. “Ray, am I as big a house?”
Ray glanced down. “Well, you’re big, Benny.”
“I am having twins, Ray,” Fraser said happily.
“I know, Benny.”
His face fell. “Am I unattractive?”
“No, you’re not unattractive.”
Fraser took a gulp of gas and air. “Hmm, I think the drugs are working, Ray. I can see you but you sound blurry.”
“I can’t sound blurry.”
“Well, you do.”
Doctor Winson spoke. “Mr Fraser, can you feel the contractions?”
“I thought my grammar was perfectly fine.”
Ray rolled his eyes. “The doctor means the pain in your abdomen, you know, labour.”
“Ray, why have I got a pain in my abdomen?”
“Because you’re pregnant and in labour.”
“I’m having a baby?” Fraser asked, in the same tone Ray’s nephew had used when he wanted to know where babies came from.
“You’re having twins.”
“Are they yours?”
“Yes, Benny, they’re mine.”
“Good. I’ve always wanted your babies, Ray,” Fraser said, dreamily.
“I know, now tell the doctor what you feel.”
“It hurts.”
“How often?” the doctor asked.
“Now. It hurts now.”
“Your contractions are getting closer together.”
“Is that good?”
“Well, it means it won’t be long before we ask you to push.”
“Push what?”
“Push out the babies,” the doctor explained.
Fraser looked panicked. “Ray! They want me to push the babies out of me!”
“Yeah, Benny, that’s why they call it giving birth.”
“Are the babies going to come out of my bottom?”
Ray shifted awkwardly. He had no idea. He hoped not. “No, I think there’s somewhere else.”
“Sounds like magic, Ray. Is it magic?”
“No, it’s just weird.”
“Oh. Can I look?”
“No, you can’t. What are you doing?”
Fraser had pulled the blanket off and was peering ‘down there’.
“I have a hole, Ray.”
Ray looked at what Fraser was staring at it and immediately regretted it. It made him feel sick. “Oh god, Fraser! I did not want to see that. What is that?”
“It’s something we put in to enable Mr Fraser to give birth,” the doctor said, as if it was perfectly normal.
“Ewwwww. I don’t want to see that.” Ray kept his eyes shut.
“Shall I put a blanket over me, Ray?”
Ray opened his eyes enough to try and find one but straight away closed them again. “Erm, yeah, nurse, can you?”
The nurse took pity and covered the area up once more. Ray was able to open his eyes though he kept his gaze focussed elsewhere.
“You can stay at my head, Ray. You can hold my hand.”
Fraser held his hand up and Ray took it. He gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze.
“Okay, I think we’re ready here.”
“Ready for what?” Ray asked, as different members of the medical team moved into position.
“I think I’m having a baby, Ray.”
“Two babies, Fraser.”
“That’s exciting.”
“You’re enjoying this,” Ray accused.
“I'm not enjoying the pain, Ray, it hurts.”
The doctor did a final check before positioning herself wherever it was the babies were due to appear from. “Okay, we’re ready now. Can you push for me, Mr Fraser?
“I can’t, you’re standing over there.”
“She means push the babies out,” Ray explained.
“At the same time?!”
“No, just the first one.”
“Okay. Ray, could you hold my hand?”
“I am holding it, Benny,” Ray replied giving it a squeeze.
“Oh.”
“Okay, push,” the doctor directed.
Fraser made a strange noise that sounded like he was swearing in Inuit. “Uuuuurgggggghhhhhhh.”
“Very good.”
“Is the baby here?”
“No. It’s going to take a bit more than that.”
“I’m going to be very tired.”
“Yes, now, when you feel the twinge of a contraction, that’s when you push.”
“Ray?”
“Do what the doctor says, Benny.”
“I prefer to do what you say.”
“I say what the doctor says.”
“Oh, okay then.” Fraser scrunched his face up and made another of the strange noises.
“That’s it, Benny, push,” Ray said encouragingly.
“I can see the head.
Fraser panted. “Can you see the head, Ray?”
“I am not going to look, just concentrate on what you’re doing.”
“I’m pushing, Ray.”
“That’s good, Benny. Keep going.”
“Am I hurting your hand?”
Ray looked down. He was sure it was turning blue with the pressure. “No, it’s not broken, yet.”
“One more big push. That’s it.”
Ray heard a weird plopping sound which was quickly followed by the cry of a newborn baby.
“Ray? There’s a baby crying.”
“Yeah, Benny, it’s our baby.”
“We have a baby?” Fraser asked, dazed.
“Mr Fraser, Mr Vecchio, you have a son.”
“You hear that, Benny?” Ray said, smiling broadly for the first time since they’d entered the hospital.
“Yes, I’m not deaf, Ray. But why is it still hurting?”
“There’s another baby in there.”
“Another one? How did that happen, Ray?”
“You tell me it was your idea.”
“I don’t remember having it. “
“Well, you’re having two babies.”
Fraser looked around. “Where is the other one?”
The nurse carried their bundled first born over. “Here you are, Mr Vecchio, if you’d like to hold him.”
Ray let go of Fraser's hand and took the precious bundle into his arms. He turned the baby toward Fraser.
“See, Benny, this is our son.”
Fraser took a good look. “He has your mouth, Ray.”
Ray smiled at his son. “Yeah.”
“Ray, I want you to hold my hand.”
“Well, I can’t hold your hand and the baby. “
“Hmmm... maybe if you put the baby down.”
“Nurse?”
Ray gently passed his son back to the nurse and she placed him in a small crib next to the bed. “We’ll leave the baby next to you.”
“Thank you.”
“Ray! I think the other baby is coming.”
Ray quickly took hold of Fraser’s hand as the doctor began her instructions again.
“Okay, now a nice push.”
“I am pushing. Is it working?”
“Yes. One more.”
The pressure on Ray’s hand increased dramatically. “Owwwww, Benny! Be careful with my hand.”
“It doesn’t hurt…as much as…this!”
Ray heard that weird sound again and another cry. Clearly another child with a healthy set of lungs. “Congratulations, the second twin is a daughter.”
“We have one of each, Ray.”
Ray was still smiling. “Yeah, Benny a set.”
“Can we keep them?
“Of course we’re keeping them.”
“Ray?”
“Yeah? “
“Do I have to push more?”
Ray didn’t know. “Doctor?”
“Yes, Mr Fraser will have to do a little more but we’ll take him into surgery now.”
The equipment was moved about and the bed was readied for being wheeled out.
“Is Ray coming?”
“I’m afraid we can’t let Mr Vecchio into the operating theatre.”
“Ray!” Fraser said in that panicky tone.
“It’s okay, Benny, I’ll stay with the babies.”
“Okay, you look after them.”
“I will, Benny. I will.”
“You can give them names.”
“All right, Benny, but we can do that together.”
“I trust you, Ray. You won’t call them Gottfried.”
“I don’t even know what that means. Just concentrate on relaxing and we’ll be here when you get back.”
Fraser yawned as he was wheeled away. “Night, Ray.”
“Bye, Benny.”
Ray then turned his attention back to the two small human beings in the cribs. His son and daughter. He stroked each one’s cheek and smiled.
“So kids, I’m your Dad and your other Dad just gave birth to you. And I don’t believe I just said that.”
A few hours later Fraser was back and recovering from surgery. Ray had been watching over the babies as instructed and had even given them their first feed. Now they were both safely sleeping and Ray was waiting for their other parent to wake up. He didn’t have to wait too long as Fraser opened his eyes and groaned.
“Benny? Are you okay?”
“My head hurts, Ray,” Fraser replied, putting his hand on it.
“I’m not surprised with all those drugs the doc dosed you with.”
“Is it over, Ray?”
“Is what over?”
“I’m not in labour, am I?” Fraser asked, slightly worried.
“No, we have a son and daughter and they’re fast asleep, see?” Ray indicated the cribs next to the bed.
“It worked.”
“Yeah, it worked. I still can’t believe you did that.”
“Are you mad at me, Ray?”
Ray smiled. “How can I be mad at you when we’ve got two cute kids?”
“I don’t know, Ray.”
“Exactly.”
“Did you think of any names?”
“Yeah, but you must have an idea.”
“I was thinking something that would fit in with your cultural heritage,” Fraser admitted.
“So, Italian?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“I was thinking of Michael for a boy. I mean I know it’s not Italian-Italian but I had an Uncle Michael.”
“It sounds perfect, Ray.”
“You’re not just saying that because you’re still high on the drugs?”
Fraser laughed. “No, Ray.”
“Good.”
“What about our daughter?”
“You know, I shouldn’t have to name both kids,” Ray pointed out.
“Perhaps not, Ray. I was thinking about Emilia for a girl. Which is, of course, the Italian version of Emily and is pronounced Em-il-e-ya.”
“Emilia,” Ray repeated. “Yeah, I like it.”
“We could think about this more,” Fraser offered.
“Most parents do the thinking before the baby is born.”
“Yes, well…
“Just shut up and get some sleep because soon as we get home sleep is the last thing you’re going to get. I’ll go call Ma.”
“Thank you, Ray. And Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m raising children with you.”
“Me too, just next time? Let me know first.”
“Next time, Ray?”
Ray grinned. “Well, I always wanted a big family.”
“Me too, Ray, me too.”
And also a very special bonus! Plesae do not look if you are erm...weak of heart shall we say. It is a 'manip' in a way but it covers the subject matter of above. So WARNING! Mpreg!
I cannot be blamed if you look.
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