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Title: The Greatest Surprise
Author: wilwarinaranel and veiledndarkness
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1736
Summary: Jack has a big secret, one that can't wait, one that Bobby must know.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't ours, they never will be.
This was written because a certain somebody put the plot bunny in my head. The boys are looking to adopt in this fic, it's mentioned in passing.
Additional warning!!!!!!!
This is an MPreg fic, so be warned. I have given it a plausible way to explain the pregnancy though a stretch of the imagination will help. If Mpreg squicks you, please just skip this one, ok?
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Jack paced the apartment that Bobby rented. He wasn't sure what time exactly he would walk in but he knew that he had to talk to Bobby, the sooner the better. He let his hand rest on his stomach, his fingers brushing across his skin before moving away, his mouth dry.
He swallowed awkwardly, feeling faint. He tensed slightly when he heard the keys in the door before breathing out sharply and relaxing his shoulders. Bobby pushed the door with his foot, nudging it impatiently as he walked through. He dropped into the wide chair in the living room and slumped over, rubbing at his forehead irritably. He smiled wearily at Jack who was hovering nearby.
"I hate you on that team," Jack said, frowning slightly. Bobby leaned back against the chair and watched with a small smile as Jack snuggled against him, tucking his long legs up underneath him, until he was resting against Bobby's chest.
Bobby leaned further back against the chair, pulling Jack with him. "Ah, it's not so bad. Just got chewed out for too many penalties again," he said sourly.
Jack shook his head. "No Bobby, it's you being away so long all the time. I don't like it."
Bobby closed his eyes. "Jack..." he started to say."We've gone over this before. I gotta work don't I?"
"We were making out better when you were doing construction," Jack murmured, staring at his hands.
Bobby cracked one eye open. "Yeah, but I love playin' hockey," he said slowly. He rubbed at his head with one hand. He could feel a bad headache coming on. "You know I hated not bein' able to play."
"What about our plans for a baby?" Jack asked softly, his voice barely above a low whisper.
Bobby opened his other eye. He sighed. "I guess I gotta grow up sometime eh?" he said quietly. "Maybe I should go back into construction. My contract's up anyway."
Jack nodded quickly. ""No Bobby, play if you want. If we don't make the results it won't make a difference what you are doing." He got up and headed for the kitchen to prepare for dinner.
Bobby bit his tongue harshly, reminding himself that Jack was sensitive to his moods. He followed Jack to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. "Jackie, I'll do what I gotta to take care of you and any family we might have," he said.
"If it's the approval that's botherin' you," he suggested. Jack blinked before shrugging half-heartedly. "I think we got a good chance of them saying yes."
Jack looked at Bobby for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something before sighing and shaking his head. He took the two thin steaks from the fridge and put them in the broiler. The smell of cooking meat wafted up towards his nose. Jack gagged weakly before clamping one hand over his mouth and ran out of the kitchen.
Bobby stared at him in confusion as he ran by, only to head into the bathroom, frowning. He wet a towel and dropped into a crouch beside Jack. "Jackie?" he asked nervously. "You ok?"
Jack nodded. "Yeah," he coughed and spat again. He flushed the toilet and struggled to sit upright.
"What the hell? Are you sick?" he asked. Bobby patted Jack's face gently with the damp towel. He kissed his forehead softly.
"Smell of the steaks..." Jack mumbled. He rested his face against the cool cloth.
Bobby blinked. "Since when?" he said. "You love steaks; it's the only meat you'll eat whenever I cook." He paused and chuckled ruefully. "Well that's cause I burn everything else."
"About 2 months," Jack said before spitting in the sink. He rinsed his mouth out, eager to be rid of the sour taste.
Bobby helped Jack stand up. "You wanna lie down or something?" he asked worriedly.
Jack shook his head. "I'll finish making dinner," he said, gently pulling his arm from Bobby's grasp.
"You sure?" Bobby asked, frowning again. "You look kinda pale." He sat down at the dining room table.
"Yeah," Jack said. He fought the urge to be sick when the aroma of the cooked meat hit his nostrils again. He threw together some simple macaroni and cheese for himself and plated everything else for Bobby.
Bobby watched Jack move while he sat at the kitchen table. Something seemed off about the way he moved, Bobby was sure of it. Jack had a way of moving gracefully, like he was walking on air. He ate half his dinner and watched Jack pick at his meal, not really eating it.
Jack stood abruptly and carried his mostly uneaten dinner to the kitchen. He bumped into the counter and stood perfectly still. He rested his hand on his abdomen, a momentary flare of panic in his eyes. Just as quickly he dropped his hand and put Bobby's beer on the table and a bottle of water for himself.
Bobby felt the first warning that something was wrong. "Water?" he asked, pointing at Jack's bottle. He pushed his beer bottle across the table. "Here, you take mine," he said causally.
Jack shook his head and pushed it back. "No, you drink it. I'm okay with this."
Bobby nodded. "So let's see, now its beer and steak that bothers you?" He sat forward, his elbows on the table. "Jackie, tell me why you're avoiding lookin' at me."
"I just don't want beer baby," Jack said looking up at him quickly.
"You always have beer with dinner Jack," Bobby said quietly. "You are sick aren't you?" he asked. "I'll take you to the doctor first thing tomorrow."
Jack reached out one hand and rubbed it over Bobby's forearm. "It'll be okay. I went to a doctor a few weeks ago," he said.
Bobby stood up abruptly. He paced the living room agitatedly. "What'd he say? Do you need medicine?"
Jack went over to Bobby and took his hands. He placed them on his hips. "I have to take some vitamins for a while," he said, smiling faintly, feeling his bravado failing. Bobby always panicked when he thought Jack might be ill.
Bobby blinked. "Vitamins?" he said blankly. He looked down and felt a slight swell in Jack's stomach. He moved his hand further over his skin. "Something's different," he murmured.
Jack nodded encouragingly. "Yeah," he said nervously, fearful of Bobby's potential reaction.
Bobby studied the skin slightly. He blinked rapidly before staring at Jack, his face empty. "What?" he whispered as an idea occurred to him, one that he almost discarded immediately.
Jack caressed Bobby's jaw. "I'm..." he tried to say, the words failing him. Bobby tilted his head, savoring the caress. He nodded slowly to show he was listening.
Jack led Bobby to the bedroom. He pushed him down gently and stood, pulling his shirt off. Bobby stared, his mouth moving soundlessly. Jack's stomach was still lean; flat but for the slight swell in his abdomen. Bobby watched Jack strip, his eyes darkening as his skin was revealed.
"What's goin' on?" he asked, his mind screaming, his heart racing. He reached out for Jack, wanting to touch him, to reassure him.
Jack took Bobby's hands and placed them over the slight bump. "Congratulations Bobby..." he said with a shaky grin.
Bobby pressed his rough hands to the swell in Jack's stomach, his eyes widening. "Jackie?" he said, his voice nearing a squeak.
Jack nodded. "Yes Bobby," he whispered.
Bobby sat up slightly, his mouth open. He moved slowly, his hand still firmly on Jack's stomach. His eyes burned, and he gasped. "How?" he stuttered. "You...I...god," he mumbled. He pulled Jack to him carefully cradling him against his chest.
"I never knew Bobby. I'm sorry," Jack said, wiping at his eyes, fear and relief mixing together. "I was sick and my stomach hurt and I didn’t know what to do," he rambled.
Bobby nodded. "Jack," he muttered. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" he asked, his mind still screaming. "No, I just feel sick at times," Jack said. He snuggled into Bobby's chest, needing to be close to him.
Bobby felt the numbness of shock begin to wear off. "How...I just don't understand," he said raggedly. Jack bit his lip. "The doctor, he explained some of it to me. I get it, sort of," he said.
"Tell me," Bobby said, the words ringing in his ears. Jack hesitated a moment before he began to talk.
He told Bobby about how the doctor had examined him carefully before sitting him down in the adjoined room and told him about what the medical field called 'intersexuality' and about 'persistent müllerian duct syndrome'. Jack shivered as he recalled the information he had been told, about how he had the XY chromosomes of a male, giving him the outward appearance of a man but also having an internal uterus and fallopian tubes because his body had not produced the Müllerian inhibiting factor during fetal development.
Bobby swallowed dryly and held Jack tightly when he shook and cried over the idea that his body was not what he thought it to be. Jack cried till his eyes were swollen, till his heart ached before he was able to speak again.
"They did so many tests, blood work and exams. I was so scared Bobby," he said, his voice thick.
Bobby closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he whispered. "That you had to be alone." He cursed softly. "If I'd known..."
Jack sighed. "What was I supposed to say, 'oh by the way Bobby, I think I might be a girl on the inside'?" he said unhappily.
Bobby smoothed Jack's hair with one hand. "Calm down sweetheart, it's ok," he said soothingly.
Jack bit his lip harder when he felt the tears start again. "It's not ok," he cried. "I'm a freak."
Bobby kissed him on the forehead. "You are not a freak," he said, each word firm and hard. "You're my Jackie, nothing changes that."
Jack wiped at his eyes and felt a small yawn escape, completely worn out from talking. Bobby held him close, his mind racing. "A baby," he said softly. "Our own baby," he marveled.
Jack nodded. "Ours," he agreed. A few moments of silence hung between them. "I don't want to stop the adoption application though Bobby."
Bobby stroked Jack's face gently. "Wouldn't think of it," he said quietly.
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Credit is given to the intersex information available on Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persistent_m%C3%BCllerian_duct_syndrome
and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intersex
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Author: wilwarinaranel and veiledndarkness
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1736
Summary: Jack has a big secret, one that can't wait, one that Bobby must know.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't ours, they never will be.
This was written because a certain somebody put the plot bunny in my head. The boys are looking to adopt in this fic, it's mentioned in passing.
Additional warning!!!!!!!
This is an MPreg fic, so be warned. I have given it a plausible way to explain the pregnancy though a stretch of the imagination will help. If Mpreg squicks you, please just skip this one, ok?
*
Jack paced the apartment that Bobby rented. He wasn't sure what time exactly he would walk in but he knew that he had to talk to Bobby, the sooner the better. He let his hand rest on his stomach, his fingers brushing across his skin before moving away, his mouth dry.
He swallowed awkwardly, feeling faint. He tensed slightly when he heard the keys in the door before breathing out sharply and relaxing his shoulders. Bobby pushed the door with his foot, nudging it impatiently as he walked through. He dropped into the wide chair in the living room and slumped over, rubbing at his forehead irritably. He smiled wearily at Jack who was hovering nearby.
"I hate you on that team," Jack said, frowning slightly. Bobby leaned back against the chair and watched with a small smile as Jack snuggled against him, tucking his long legs up underneath him, until he was resting against Bobby's chest.
Bobby leaned further back against the chair, pulling Jack with him. "Ah, it's not so bad. Just got chewed out for too many penalties again," he said sourly.
Jack shook his head. "No Bobby, it's you being away so long all the time. I don't like it."
Bobby closed his eyes. "Jack..." he started to say."We've gone over this before. I gotta work don't I?"
"We were making out better when you were doing construction," Jack murmured, staring at his hands.
Bobby cracked one eye open. "Yeah, but I love playin' hockey," he said slowly. He rubbed at his head with one hand. He could feel a bad headache coming on. "You know I hated not bein' able to play."
"What about our plans for a baby?" Jack asked softly, his voice barely above a low whisper.
Bobby opened his other eye. He sighed. "I guess I gotta grow up sometime eh?" he said quietly. "Maybe I should go back into construction. My contract's up anyway."
Jack nodded quickly. ""No Bobby, play if you want. If we don't make the results it won't make a difference what you are doing." He got up and headed for the kitchen to prepare for dinner.
Bobby bit his tongue harshly, reminding himself that Jack was sensitive to his moods. He followed Jack to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. "Jackie, I'll do what I gotta to take care of you and any family we might have," he said.
"If it's the approval that's botherin' you," he suggested. Jack blinked before shrugging half-heartedly. "I think we got a good chance of them saying yes."
Jack looked at Bobby for a moment. He opened his mouth to say something before sighing and shaking his head. He took the two thin steaks from the fridge and put them in the broiler. The smell of cooking meat wafted up towards his nose. Jack gagged weakly before clamping one hand over his mouth and ran out of the kitchen.
Bobby stared at him in confusion as he ran by, only to head into the bathroom, frowning. He wet a towel and dropped into a crouch beside Jack. "Jackie?" he asked nervously. "You ok?"
Jack nodded. "Yeah," he coughed and spat again. He flushed the toilet and struggled to sit upright.
"What the hell? Are you sick?" he asked. Bobby patted Jack's face gently with the damp towel. He kissed his forehead softly.
"Smell of the steaks..." Jack mumbled. He rested his face against the cool cloth.
Bobby blinked. "Since when?" he said. "You love steaks; it's the only meat you'll eat whenever I cook." He paused and chuckled ruefully. "Well that's cause I burn everything else."
"About 2 months," Jack said before spitting in the sink. He rinsed his mouth out, eager to be rid of the sour taste.
Bobby helped Jack stand up. "You wanna lie down or something?" he asked worriedly.
Jack shook his head. "I'll finish making dinner," he said, gently pulling his arm from Bobby's grasp.
"You sure?" Bobby asked, frowning again. "You look kinda pale." He sat down at the dining room table.
"Yeah," Jack said. He fought the urge to be sick when the aroma of the cooked meat hit his nostrils again. He threw together some simple macaroni and cheese for himself and plated everything else for Bobby.
Bobby watched Jack move while he sat at the kitchen table. Something seemed off about the way he moved, Bobby was sure of it. Jack had a way of moving gracefully, like he was walking on air. He ate half his dinner and watched Jack pick at his meal, not really eating it.
Jack stood abruptly and carried his mostly uneaten dinner to the kitchen. He bumped into the counter and stood perfectly still. He rested his hand on his abdomen, a momentary flare of panic in his eyes. Just as quickly he dropped his hand and put Bobby's beer on the table and a bottle of water for himself.
Bobby felt the first warning that something was wrong. "Water?" he asked, pointing at Jack's bottle. He pushed his beer bottle across the table. "Here, you take mine," he said causally.
Jack shook his head and pushed it back. "No, you drink it. I'm okay with this."
Bobby nodded. "So let's see, now its beer and steak that bothers you?" He sat forward, his elbows on the table. "Jackie, tell me why you're avoiding lookin' at me."
"I just don't want beer baby," Jack said looking up at him quickly.
"You always have beer with dinner Jack," Bobby said quietly. "You are sick aren't you?" he asked. "I'll take you to the doctor first thing tomorrow."
Jack reached out one hand and rubbed it over Bobby's forearm. "It'll be okay. I went to a doctor a few weeks ago," he said.
Bobby stood up abruptly. He paced the living room agitatedly. "What'd he say? Do you need medicine?"
Jack went over to Bobby and took his hands. He placed them on his hips. "I have to take some vitamins for a while," he said, smiling faintly, feeling his bravado failing. Bobby always panicked when he thought Jack might be ill.
Bobby blinked. "Vitamins?" he said blankly. He looked down and felt a slight swell in Jack's stomach. He moved his hand further over his skin. "Something's different," he murmured.
Jack nodded encouragingly. "Yeah," he said nervously, fearful of Bobby's potential reaction.
Bobby studied the skin slightly. He blinked rapidly before staring at Jack, his face empty. "What?" he whispered as an idea occurred to him, one that he almost discarded immediately.
Jack caressed Bobby's jaw. "I'm..." he tried to say, the words failing him. Bobby tilted his head, savoring the caress. He nodded slowly to show he was listening.
Jack led Bobby to the bedroom. He pushed him down gently and stood, pulling his shirt off. Bobby stared, his mouth moving soundlessly. Jack's stomach was still lean; flat but for the slight swell in his abdomen. Bobby watched Jack strip, his eyes darkening as his skin was revealed.
"What's goin' on?" he asked, his mind screaming, his heart racing. He reached out for Jack, wanting to touch him, to reassure him.
Jack took Bobby's hands and placed them over the slight bump. "Congratulations Bobby..." he said with a shaky grin.
Bobby pressed his rough hands to the swell in Jack's stomach, his eyes widening. "Jackie?" he said, his voice nearing a squeak.
Jack nodded. "Yes Bobby," he whispered.
Bobby sat up slightly, his mouth open. He moved slowly, his hand still firmly on Jack's stomach. His eyes burned, and he gasped. "How?" he stuttered. "You...I...god," he mumbled. He pulled Jack to him carefully cradling him against his chest.
"I never knew Bobby. I'm sorry," Jack said, wiping at his eyes, fear and relief mixing together. "I was sick and my stomach hurt and I didn’t know what to do," he rambled.
Bobby nodded. "Jack," he muttered. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" he asked, his mind still screaming. "No, I just feel sick at times," Jack said. He snuggled into Bobby's chest, needing to be close to him.
Bobby felt the numbness of shock begin to wear off. "How...I just don't understand," he said raggedly. Jack bit his lip. "The doctor, he explained some of it to me. I get it, sort of," he said.
"Tell me," Bobby said, the words ringing in his ears. Jack hesitated a moment before he began to talk.
He told Bobby about how the doctor had examined him carefully before sitting him down in the adjoined room and told him about what the medical field called 'intersexuality' and about 'persistent müllerian duct syndrome'. Jack shivered as he recalled the information he had been told, about how he had the XY chromosomes of a male, giving him the outward appearance of a man but also having an internal uterus and fallopian tubes because his body had not produced the Müllerian inhibiting factor during fetal development.
Bobby swallowed dryly and held Jack tightly when he shook and cried over the idea that his body was not what he thought it to be. Jack cried till his eyes were swollen, till his heart ached before he was able to speak again.
"They did so many tests, blood work and exams. I was so scared Bobby," he said, his voice thick.
Bobby closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he whispered. "That you had to be alone." He cursed softly. "If I'd known..."
Jack sighed. "What was I supposed to say, 'oh by the way Bobby, I think I might be a girl on the inside'?" he said unhappily.
Bobby smoothed Jack's hair with one hand. "Calm down sweetheart, it's ok," he said soothingly.
Jack bit his lip harder when he felt the tears start again. "It's not ok," he cried. "I'm a freak."
Bobby kissed him on the forehead. "You are not a freak," he said, each word firm and hard. "You're my Jackie, nothing changes that."
Jack wiped at his eyes and felt a small yawn escape, completely worn out from talking. Bobby held him close, his mind racing. "A baby," he said softly. "Our own baby," he marveled.
Jack nodded. "Ours," he agreed. A few moments of silence hung between them. "I don't want to stop the adoption application though Bobby."
Bobby stroked Jack's face gently. "Wouldn't think of it," he said quietly.
*
Credit is given to the intersex information available on Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persistent_m%C3%BCllerian_duct_syndrome
and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intersex
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