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Rockabye	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rest of the week passed quickly, and before Elliot and George knew it, the news story about the pregnant men had aired.
They sat in the living room with Kathleen, Lizzie and Dickie, watching the various scientists giving their explanations for why men were getting pregnant. A combination of genetic and environmental factors, they said. Not all men would have this ability, but many would. They had only noticed it in homosexual couples, although with a sperm donor it would be theoretically possible for straight men to get pregnant if the other factors were there.
None of the newscasters called it unnatural, but they did call it odd and bizarre, even laughing at one point. They also reported that many conservative groups had begun to call the phenomenon unnatural and were trying to put a stop to it.
George shifted uncomfortably on the couch as he watched, losing himself in his thoughts. Why him? He really would have been just fine with adopting, if he had to have kids. Since Elliot was so excited, he was starting to accept the idea of being pregnant, but still. Why did he have to be one of the few to have the right combination of genetics to make this possible?
Making sure no one was watching him, he looked down and set a hand on his stomach. He did not want to think about what it would look like in a few months. He could already tell that people- the accepting ones, at least- were going to be putting their hands all over his stomach once he started showing, and that was the least of the annoyances ahead.
At least the morning sickness had gotten somewhat better and would eventually go away, he thought with a huff. He still threw up every now and again, but the meds were helping.
Then he began to worry about preparing for the baby. On the weeks when Elliot's kids were with them, they had Dickie in one room, and Lizzie and Kathleen in their own rooms. When Maureen came to visit, she either slept on the sofa-bed or they had Kathleen and Lizzie share a room for the night. How were they going to fit a baby in the house? He or she could share his and Elliot's room, he supposed, but he felt that a baby should have a nursery of its own. But if they moved into a bigger house, it would end up being too big for them within a few years, once Kathleen and, later, the twins had moved out.
Maybe they could have Kathleen and Lizzie share a room, have Maureen use the sofa-bed every time she came to visit, and then use the extra room for the baby. He didn't want to overcrowd them like that, but then again, they were only here every other week- they had plenty of space at Kathy's. And maybe they wouldn't consider it that big a deal, or at least would understand that they wanted a nursery for the baby, and wouldn't be too mad about it.
He couldn't help but smile softly at the thought of decorating a nursery. Elliot would have so much fun taking him shopping and setting up a crib. They'd squabble good-naturedly over colors and themes, whether to go with something gender-neutral or not, whether to use wallpaper...
When the story about the pregnant men ended a minute later and some game show's theme came on, Elliot smiled and turned to George. "Want to tell them now?"
"Tell us what?" Kathleen asked sharply. "Are you one of them?" She inclined her head towards the TV.
George nodded. "I… yes, I am one of them. I have the ability to become pregnant, and I am. I'm pregnant. Elliot and I found out last week when I had to go to the ER. That's why I was so nauseated and I was vomiting so much." He paused for a moment, taking in the incredulous reactions of the three kids. "I'm about one month along. Your father and I are nervous and a little confused, but also happy. We hope…" He swallowed. "We know you need a little time to adjust, and you're still not okay with me and your dad being together, and we accept that that'll take some time, but we hope that you'll be happy about this, too."
Silence reigned for a few long seconds.
"Congratulations," Lizzie mumbled awkwardly.
"How does it feel, being pregnant? And how does that work?" Dickie asked.
"Does anyone else know?" Kathleen added.
George smiled softly and said, "Thanks, Lizzie, no, Kathleen, and Dickie, it's hard to explain." And embarrassing, he wanted to say, but didn't. "Basically, it's like the scientists explained. I have the right genetic predisposition and the environment was right, and I developed… certain needed female parts. I don't, and won't, have all of them, just the necessary. As it is, the baby will have to be delivered by c-section," he explained.
"Isn't that dangerous, though?" Lizzie asked.
George gave a small smile. "Yes, but it'll be worth it."
"Dad, how do you feel about this?" Kathleen demanded, turning towards Elliot. Kathleen had had the hardest time adjusting of all the Stabler kids. Maureen and Lizzie were still not happy about it, but they tolerated George a lot better than Dickie and Kathleen. He and Elliot having a baby together would either make them finally warm up to him, or it would absolutely cement their dislike.
"I'm very happy about it, Kathleen," Elliot said softly. "I love you all so much, but I've been wanting a new baby or younger kid for quite a while because you're all growing up so fast. Your mother and I are still on good terms, and she knows that she still has a place in my heart. You all always will, too, and this baby won't change that. He or she will never replace you. The baby will require a lot of attention and care, but George and I will still do the best we can with you."
"Okay," Kathleen murmured, looking into her lap. All five of them got quiet.
"I do want you all to be part of the baby's life," George said quietly, breaking the silence. "I think you'd make great aunts and uncles."
Lizzie bit her lip, looking at him for a long moment, but then she nodded. "I think that would be sort of fun," she admitted.
But neither Dickie nor Kathleen agreed with her, if their silences were any indication.
"Well," Elliot said finally, "Dickie, Lizzie, you have homework to do. Kathleen, would you mind doing the dishes? George and I wanted to take a walk."
"Fine," Kathleen huffed, while the twins retreated to their rooms.
George actually hadn't known Elliot wanted to take a walk, but it only took him a moment to realize he was doing it to give them both a minute to regroup. He pulled his shoes on- he always wore socks around the house unless he was in bed or the bathtub- and waited until Elliot joined him at the door.
They stepped out into the warm night air, and George relaxed. He held Elliot's hand as they walked around the neighborhood, listening to the sounds of dogs barking and a few kids playing a few houses down.
"So," Elliot said, "Are you okay?"
George nodded. "Fine. I wish they'd be more accepting, but I can't say I'm surprised. I hope the baby will bring us all together, though. But it's going to be a make or break sort of deal, I think."
Elliot sighed. "I know it isn't easy for them, since not only did I leave their mom, I got with another guy right after. I know that's a hell of a lot to adjust to and all, since Kathy and I raised them in such a strict Catholic household, but they should be more understanding. Still, that's my fault. I should have raised them to be more accepting. Being Catholic doesn't mean you have to think homosexuality is wrong or a sin. Still, maybe they'll come around. Any kid in their right mind would love having you as a parent."
George blushed. "Thanks, El." But he frowned, looking downwards. "Do you really think I'm going to be good at this? Being a father? Being a sort-of father figure to three teenagers and one adult is different than raising a baby."
"I mean it," Elliot said. He stopped George and set his hands on his hips, turning him around. "You don't have to be an expert at the start to be a good father. Kathy and I were flying blind when we had Maureen, but all four turned out okay. A lot of it comes naturally and what doesn't, can always be learned. Our kid isn't going to grow up in a broken home like the kids we see everyday. They aren't going to hear about the cases we deal with until they're old enough to handle it. If we both get called in on a case or our hours are too long, we can get family and friends to babysit. They're going to be happy and healthy."
George smiled. "Okay. I'm just so nervous, you know?"
Elliot laughed. "When Kathy was pregnant with Maureen, she fretted so much that I worried she was going to hurt herself. It's normal to be nervous with a first kid. And given your, ah, situation, you have even more to be worried about."
"You can say that again," George said, giving a downcast look. "I really hope nothing goes wrong with the baby."
"Hey, it'll be fine," Elliot said, leaning forward and kissing George softly. "No worrying. Nothing's going to go wrong."
"Okay," George said, but he didn't look entirely sure. He turned and grabbed Elliot's hand again as he started walking.
"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" Elliot asked lightly.
"I don't know. I kind of want a girl, though," George confessed, smiling. "In my family, I was the oldest and the next boy wasn't until three kids later. My sisters always made me play dolls with them and even though I pretended to hate it, I sort of liked taking care of things. That's why I became a doctor, and I wanted to do something a little more nurturing than forensic psychiatry until I took that course in college and changed my mind. Anyway, when my sisters made me play with them, I always imagined the dolls being girls. If it's a girl, I'm not going to make her do girly things if she doesn't want to, and I'm not going to make her do boyish things if she doesn't want to, but I would still want to dress her up and do her hair."
"I think you want a boy, though," he continued. "And don't say you just want him or her healthy, because even though I want the baby to be a girl, I want that too."
Elliot laughed softly. "Okay, I do want a boy. Dickie's the only boy out of my kids and it would be fun to have another boy. And by the way, how many siblings did you have all in all?"
"Four. My parents stopped after the next boy, Samuel, was born. My sisters are, in order, Grace, Nora, and Jennifer," George said.
"I had three brothers, James, Luke, and Joseph Junior, and two sisters, Mary and Anne," Elliot said. "I was the oldest of my family too." He smiled sadly. "I don't like talking about my family much, though."
"I don't like talking about my family either," George confessed. He looked up at the sky. "It's getting late, want to head back?"
"Yeah, sounds good," Elliot replied. He wrapped one arm around George's waist. "Whether we have a boy or girl, I'm so happy and excited. This is going to be amazing, George," he said. "I'm so happy we're together. I love you."
George turned and smiled back at him, standing on his toes to kiss Elliot softly. "I love you too," he whispered.
They embraced tightly, and stayed there for several moments, in a happy, peaceful silence. Then they broke away and walked back home.
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