fucking_lovatos (fucking_lovatos) wrote in thecondom_broke,

cross posted like you wouldn't believe

title: Welcome to the club, you have a bun in the oven! Part 2/5
paring: Tony/Benji
rating: NC-17 (altough not this particular part...)
author: fucking_lovatos
summary: There's hot boy sex in parts what more do you want? Tony to have a baby? Oops, already taken care of.
NOTES: I don’t know if they even have Chinese food in Paris so lets just play along shall we? And I know Tony smokes but hey, not when I’m making him pregnoid all right?

Benji and I have been on our honeymoon for the last month and a half. We have two more weeks of vacation before we’re supposed to go home, we’ve decided to spend it here, in Paris. It’s been perfect so far; we spent three weeks in Japan and the rest here. The only thing that’s gone wrong is that I’ve been sick the last week.

I haven’t told Benji yet, it’s mostly just in the mornings so he hasn’t noticed either. I really don’t want to worry him. At least not until we get home, he’s been having such a good time and I don’t want to ruin it for him. Especially since he has to get back to work in another two weeks, MADE shit and all. Right now he’s ran down the street to pick us up something to eat and I’ve been willing myself not to throw up.

“Hey babe, I got chinese is that OK?” He closes the door with his foot, holding a bag in each hand. I nod and let my eyes follow his path as he walks over to the small table and starts opening containers. I can smell the food all the way across the room and all of a sudden all my willpower to not throw up is out the window. I’m flying up off the bed and I’m running to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach.

I hear Benji drop something and then his footsteps before he’s kneeling next to me on the bathroom floor. “Oh baby, are you sick? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” I look up at him and almost immediately regret it. He looks concerned and I just know he’s going to want to take me to a doctor. I hate doctors.

“Maybe we should go home early. I can take you to a doctor and make sure you’re OK.” I shake my head and stand up, going over to the sink so I can brush my teeth.

“Benji, you know I don’t like doctors.” He just stares at me in the mirror, his eyes slightly watery. Almost like he’s going to cry.

“I just want to know you’re going to be alright. I don’t know how I could ever forgive myself if I let anything happen to you.”

How do you argue with something like that? I spit out the toothpaste, finishing brushing my teeth and turn the tap off, staring back at him through the mirror. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek. “Please Tony, do this? For me?”

Sighing I nod in defeat, “OK.” He hugs me closer to him, letting out a small breath he’d been holding in.

“Thank you.”

I shrug and grab his hand, running my thumb over the back. He’s making a big deal out of nothing.

* * *

Benji ended up getting us a flight out the next day. The whole time we were at the hotel and in the plane he was doting on me. Packing my suitcase, getting cool washcloths for my forehead, asking if I needed anything every five minutes. It was sweet but it got real old, real fast and just started bugging the crap out of me. It’s like he thinks I can’t do anything for myself anymore.

He’s making an appointment for me to see my doctor right now, as we’re back in Chicago. I’m just watching him walk around the living room with the phone in his hand, arguing with the receptionist about why he can’t get an appointment for another three weeks. Sighing he turns the phone off and throws it down on the couch as he sits down next to me.

“Do you need anything?”

For some reason his question doesn’t just irritate me, it makes me mad. “Why do you keep asking me that? Fuck Benji I’m not fucking dying!” He looks surprised at my outburst.

“Tony, babe, I know that, I just…” I cut him off starting to cry.

“Or is that it? You want me to die so you can… can…” I’m crying to hard to finish my sentence, he puts his arms around me, trying to calm me down but I just shrug him off. “Oh no, just… don’t Benji.” I stand up and grab my keys off the coffee table.

“Where are you going?” He gets up; looking worried and a little scared, like he has no idea what’s going on. I can’t help but think, he probably doesn’t.

“Matt’s.” I leave him standing in the middle of the living room, getting into my car and driving off.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Matt’s waiting for me when I get there, Benji obviously having called him. “What happened? Benji’s freaking out, he doesn’t even know what happened.”

I sigh and shake my head, sitting down. “I don’t know, he just… I don’t know. All he did was ask me if I needed anything and I just. I got mad, started yelling at him and shit.” He nods and looks up as Jere walking in, holding their daughter Jamie. “He’s just worried ‘cause he thinks I’m sick or something, I keep telling him it’s nothing, just a stomach virus or something. I’ve been like, nauseous and throwing up the last week or so. It’s not a big deal.”

Matt looks over at Jere as he comes over and sits down next to him. “Have you seen a doctor yet?”

“No, Benji tried to make an appointment but couldn’t get one for another three weeks.”

“So it’s just been some nausea and throwing up? You haven’t got mad like that before?” He glances at Jere.

“No. No, not like that.” He sits back, him and Jere looking at each other, seemingly talking with their eyes. Matt raises his eyebrows and turns back to me, smiling.

“It sounds like something Jere had a while back.” I glance at Jere; he’s looking down at his baby, bouncing her on his knee, a smile playing around his lips. “I don’t think it’s life threatening but I can probably get you in with our doctor if you want. So you can be sure.” He grins.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Then maybe Benji will believe me.” He stands up and walks into the kitchen.

“Good. I’ll go call him.”

* * *

An hour later I find myself in the doctors office, in one of those stupid hospital gowns having the guy poke and prod at my stomach.

“Hmmm, I’m going to have to ask you to follow me. I’m just going to take you down the hall for an ultrasound. Just to make sure there’s nothing wrong.” I nod and, feeling very awkward, follow him down the hall just in my boxers and that stupid fucking hospital gown.

He has me lay down and he pulls the gown up before rolling the waistband of my boxers down some. Then he smears some kind of cold ass gel shit on me that looks suspiciously like lube…

I don’t know what the hell he does next. He’s got some kind of plastic thing hooked up to a computer monitor that he moves over my abdomen, whatever’s there showing up on the screen.

Five minutes later he smiles and hits a button on the keyboard, freezing the image. He puts the plastic thing down and starts cleaning me up. “Well your cousin was right.” I sit up, starting to panic. He just keeps smiling as he finishes cleaning, then turning back around and hitting another button, printing something out.

“Right about what? Is it cancer? Am I dying?” He laughs and shakes his head.

“No it’s not cancer and you wont die from it.” He reaches over, grabbing the picture he just printed out. “Mr. Lovato, you’re pregnant.” He hands me the picture. “You see that there?” He points to something that looks like a peanut. “That’s your baby.” I stare at it, not quite believing anything he’s telling me, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears.

I’m having a baby. I’m going to be a dad.

I’ll probably end up permanently screwing this kid up in the process too.

“When’s it due? Is it a boy or a girl?” He shakes his head.

“As far as the sex I can’t tell yet, you’ll have to wait on that one. As for your due date I’d say you’re about two months along so probably early to mid February. Assuming that everything goes smoothly which I’m sure it will. You haven’t been smoking or drinking have you?”

“Ah, no. No uh, my husband doesn’t drink so I’ve been sober for about a year, I don’t drink in front of him and I don’t smoke anymore. Gave that up a few years ago.”

“Good, good, then there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Dr. Clements walks me back out to the waiting room after I get dressed, giving me little booklets and pamphlets on prenatal care, prenatal vitamins, prenatal everything. I walk back out into the waiting room where Matt’s standing, looking anxious.

“Well what’s the verdict?”

I smile weakly at him, feeling the tears threatening to rise. “I’m having a baby.” His whole face lights up as he grins.

“I knew it! Jere was all weird like you were when he got pregnant.”

Dr. Clements smiles at Matt and me, “I’m counting on you to help him with this. Tony, I’m going to go ahead and schedule your next appointment for August 30th if that’s OK. You’ll have to have a check up every month up until you 7 months along, then we’ll up them to twice a month until you deliver.”

I nod, “Sure, that’s fine.”

He smiles and nods, “We’ll set up your next ones then alright? Until then just relax and read those pamphlets, go out and buy some books. I’m sure Matt and Jeremiah still have some too.”

“Yeah I will, um, I’ll see you next month then.” He nods again and hands me a card, a few numbers scrawled down on the back.

“Call if you have any questions or concerns about anything.”

“I’ll do that, thanks.” He smiles once more and walks off leaving me with a still very obviously giddy happy Matt.

“Lets go tell Benji shall we?” He asks, making me snort in laughter, pushing past him heading for the car.

“What do you mean ‘lets’? I’ll go tell him, you can wait in the car in case he decides to leave me.” Matt grabs my arm, stopping me. I turn around and look at him, confused.

“He’s not going to leave you, you know that right?” I shrug, turning away.

“You know Matt, I’m not really sure of anything right now.”

* * *

The drive home is quiet, Matt only breaking the silence to ask me if I was OK with everything.

“Honestly Matt, it hasn’t really sunk in yet. So far I’m actually kind of… happy. Happy and excited and scared shitless, I don’t know what’s gonna happen if Benji doesn’t want this baby.”

All he gives me is a sideways glance. “You’ll be fine, he’s going to be happy even if it is a huge shock for him. Trust me, I was in his position once remember? God, Jere and I weren’t even married like you two! Everything will be fine.”

Matt walks with me up to the house but doesn’t come in. “I’m going home, call if you need anything. I’ll drop some of those books Jere has off tomorrow.” I just nod, giving him a weak smile as he leaves, letting me go in by myself.

Benji’s sitting on the couch, his head resting on his fist, watching me walk in. “Oh god Tony… have you been crying?”

I shake my head, “No, I mean yes but it’s nothing. I just… Matt took me to see his doctor.” He sits up immediately, his eyes filled with concern.

“What did he say? You don’t have food poisoning or anything do you?” I sigh, throwing my keys back on the coffee table, sitting down next to him.

“No, no I’m not sick.” He frowns.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Benji, when we got married you took vows saying you’d be with me ‘for better or for worse’ do you still mean them?” I can visibly see him panicking now, his brow scrunching up in confusion, his hands gripping his knees.

“Of course I do, baby, I love you no matter what. Now tell me what’s wrong.” I take a deep breath and look him in the eye.

“Benji I’m pregnant.”

He stares at me for a second, his face blank. Slowly his eyes light up and his face breaks out in a huge grin, his dimples showing. “You mean we’re having a baby?” I nod and he grabs me, hugging me to him quickly before pulling back to look at me. “This is what you were worried about? Telling me this?” I smile and look down, blushing.

“Well… yeah.”

“Oh, Tony, you shouldn’t have. I’m so excited! We’re having a baby!” He kisses me quickly and stands up. “I have to call Joel, he’s gonna be so excited. He’s always wanted to be an uncle…” He walks off looking for the phone, still grinning. “I’m gonna be a dad!”
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