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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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"So," Elliot said casually, "Are you ready to tell everyone tomorrow?"
George yawned and flopped onto the bed. "I suppose. I'm not exactly enthusiastic about all the awkward questions and everything but it'll be worth it. And considering how awkward I've felt the last week, seeing them every day but not telling them, it'll be a bit of a relief to get it out there."
Elliot nodded. "Same here. And I think they'll be happy for us."
"I hope so," George said. "I mean, I don't think they're going to judge us for being together, they aren't like that. But I'm not sure how they'll feel about a man being pregnant. I still don't think they'll treat me differently, but they might not like it."
"That's possible, but like you said, I definitely don't think they'll treat us differently. Least of all Liv," Elliot said. Olivia had actually had a big part in getting them together. She'd helped them get past the awkward 'I think I have feelings for you, what do I do now?' stage several years earlier, and that had been enough to get them to try a relationship. Without her they might have never gotten together.
"She'll be happy for us," George said, smiling softly. He yawned again, cuddling against Elliot as he pulled the blanket over both of them. "She'll probably badger us for updates constantly."
Elliot laughed and agreed, "Yeah, probably." He wrapped his arms around George's waist tightly and kissed the top of his head. George smiled and relaxed at the contact, enjoying the moment. "But no one will-"
He didn't get to finish; George suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of nausea crash over him. He tugged the blanket off, wanting to hurry to the bathroom, but he wasn't nearly fast enough and he vomited on the blanket.
"Hey, are you okay?" Elliot asked, setting a hand on his back and rubbing gently.
George held his stomach as he panted for breath and waited for his stomach to calm down.
"Sh-shit El, I'm sorry," he gasped once he had recovered some. He felt tears stinging in his eyes from embarrassment and guilt. He'd ruined the moment and had made a mess of everything. Not to mention how awful he felt now. His stomach was churning and it hurt- he suddenly felt exhausted and sore all over.
"Hey, it's okay," Elliot soothed. He stood and moved to George's side of the bed, setting his arm under George's knee. "I'm going to pick you up, okay?" he said.
George nodded once. Elliot lifted him bridal style and he wrapped his arms around Elliot's neck to secure himself. He closed his eyes, too tired to keep them open, but he fought not to fall asleep.
Elliot removed the blanket with one hand and then set George back on the bed. He left the room, presumably to put the blanket in the washer. George listened to Elliot's footsteps and the sounds of the doors opening and closing. He opened his eyes again as he felt the bed dip with Elliot's weight.
"You okay?" Elliot asked, dropping a spare blanket over him.
George nodded miserably. "Just feel sick is all," he mumbled.
"Okay. Well, I found a pan you can use if you get too nauseated and can't make it to the bathroom again," Elliot said. He looked at George and gave a sad, sympathetic smile. "I know you don't feel too good, but it will get better soon."
George sighed. "I know. I had been feeling better for a few days before, but now… just…" He huffed. "I'm tired of feeling sick. I had just gotten to the point that I was okay with being pregnant and then I had to be reminded why I don't like it." He shifted under the blanket. "I feel like I have the worst stomach flu imaginable."
"I know," Elliot said softly. He leaned over and kissed George's forehead. "Go to sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up."
"Only if you lay with me," George muttered, leaning his head closer to Elliot's lips.
"Of course I will. I wouldn't have it any other way," Elliot said, smiling. He leaned back and tugged George close to him, setting George's head on his chest. He set his hand on the back of George's head, massaging gently.
George smiled and relaxed at the touch. Despite what had just happened, he still felt happy, even more so with Elliot lying with him. "Love you," he murmured, closing his eyes.
"You too," Elliot replied.
George fell asleep quickly, which didn't surprise Elliot at all. The pregnancy had to be exhausting, even more so considering that a man's body just wasn't made for it.
He spent a few minutes watching George sleep, thinking worriedly. Through all three of her pregnancies, Kathy had never gotten morning sickness bad enough to have to be in the hospital, even for observation. And yet George had- proof that it was much harder for men. If the pregnancy was already taking such a heavy toll on George, what would happen when it got to the later stages?
He had assured George that nothing would go wrong, but he also knew that this was going to be much harder than it would have been if George was a woman. What if something did go wrong with George or the baby? He didn't want to think about George being in danger, but he worried that that was the way things were heading.
They had an appointment with the obstetrician specializing in men the next weekend, so hopefully she would be able to assuage their concerns. They were still in relatively uncharted territory, since only about a thousand men had gotten pregnant before and most of them hadn't had their babies yet, but from what he had heard, she had gotten most of her patients through their pregnancies successfully and had actually reported a low fatality rate, comparable to what women who got C-sections could expect. He couldn't trust a doctor he hadn't met yet completely, but the figures spoke for themselves and he was confident that Doctor Weston would get George through it safely, and make sure the baby he already loved arrived safely as well.
He smiled softly as he looked at George's sleeping form. That was the truth; he already loved their baby. He couldn't wait until he or she was born.
He set his hand on George's stomach gently, and whispered, "I'm going to make sure you and your daddy are okay. I'm going to protect both of you. If you're as strong as he is and you promise to fight if anything goes wrong, I promise you'll get here safe and sound. It won't be easy, but that's how it goes." He smiled again and leaned closer to George, kissing his forehead and keeping his arm around George's stomach. George made a soft sound, but quieted as Elliot pulled him into his arms and held him.
"I love you," Elliot whispered, kissing the top of George's head. He looked skyward, thankful for the miracle he'd been given, before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.
He woke to the sounds and smells of breakfast cooking. His stomach growled as he registered the smells of pancakes, eggs, and his favorite; bacon. Grinning in anticipation, he rose off the bed and pulled on a pair of pants and shirt, then walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth.
He walked into the kitchen and saw George at the oven, frying some bacon. The twins were eating some pancakes and eggs. Kathleen wasn't there, but when Elliot glanced at the clock- 7:30- he realized that she had already left for school.
"Morning," Elliot said, walking up to George.
George smiled and turned around. "Hey," he said, flipping the bacon over.
"This looks great," Elliot said, looking at the two plates sitting on the counter.
"Thanks," George said softly. "I just figured I could use the practice, you know? You can cook pretty well, but I haven't done it that much and I need to be able to at least do the basics. Just in case."
"Well, if everything comes out this good, you won't have a problem," Elliot said. He grabbed a plate and took a bite of egg, relishing the taste. It was perfect.
He looked over at Dickie and Lizzie, smile dropping a little. Dickie didn't look happy at all. Elliot wasn't sure what, specifically, was bothering him- the fact that Elliot was having a child with someone other than Kathy, or the fact that that person was a man, or some combination of those. It had to be hard for Dickie to accept all that, but Elliot still wanted to change his attitude about it.
He made a silent note to talk to him later, and Kathleen as well. He just hoped that next time Maureen came to visit and he told her, she would be accepting of it like Lizzie.
"I think this is ready," George said, holding a piece of bacon up on a fork.
Elliot nodded, brought out of his thoughts. "Looks like it," he said. He looked over at the twins and called, "Do you two want any bacon?"
"Yes, please," they both said. Elliot loaded the bacon onto a plate and set it on the table. He grabbed his and George's plates and brought them to their spots, loading a large portion of bacon next to his pancakes and eggs. They ate quietly, silence broken only when one got up to get some milk or orange juice.
Eventually, the twins left to walk to the bus stop after saying goodbye to Elliot and George. Elliot checked the clock and said, "We should get ready; we got a new case yesterday."
"I'm almost done," George promised.
Elliot looked at George's plate and saw that he had eaten quite a lot. He grinned. "Still hungry?"
"Yeah," George admitted. "Last night didn't help, and…" He shrugged. "I'm just hungry."
Elliot used a fork to lift a pancake off his plate and set it on George's. "There."
"Thank you," George said, blushing lightly. "I'll be there in a few."
"Okay," Elliot said. He wrapped an arm around George's shoulders and squeezed gently, then stood up and walked upstairs. He stripped down and stepped in the shower, turning the temperature just cool enough not to hurt, but warm enough to soothe his muscles.
The door opened and George stepped in. "Want to join me?" Elliot called.
George snorted. "Fine, but you have to promise that any… other activities won't increase the time we spend in here by more than fifty percent," he said.
"Now that's just mean," Elliot mock-pouted. He watched as George stripped down, feeling a healthy simmer of lust.
George stepped in behind him and pressed himself against Elliot's back, massaging his shoulders. Elliot sighed quietly, relaxing at the touch. George picked up a bottle of liquid soap and squeezed some onto his hand, lathering it up and lovingly washing Elliot's torso. He reached around and rubbed the soap over his chest and stomach, then slowly moved to his legs. "I love you," George whispered against his shoulder.
Elliot turned around and pulled George close. "You too," he whispered, picking the bottle of soap up and returning the favor.
George kissed his lips gently. "I know that at first I said I would be happier if we didn't have a kid of our own, but I was just afraid," he murmured. "I still am, but I really want to do this with you. I look forward to it."
"I do, too," Elliot murmured. "I'm sorry it had to happen like that- it had to have been a shock for you. I know I wouldn't react well if I found out my body had changed like that. But I'm happy that you're happy now. This isn't going to be easy but it'll be worth it."
"I think so, too," George said. "I know there are going to be times when I'm not going to like it that much, but I'll adjust, and in eight months or so it'll pay off." He smiled softly, deciding to lighten the mood a little. "No teasing me once I get fat, though, okay?"
Elliot grinned. "We'll see what I can do. You might just look too cute for me to resist."
"Finding clothes is going to be a pain in the ass," George said, frowning as he looked down. "I could always buy extra-large dress shirts, but sweaters and jackets might be a problem."
"We'll work through that when the time comes," Elliot said. He grinned mischievously. "We could always work off some calories to delay it…"
"Not right now," George said softly, embracing Elliot. "One, we're running late, two, I'm tired, and three, I just want to enjoy the moment. Later, okay?"
"Okay," Elliot said softly, resting his chin on George's head and returning the hug. He sighed softly, thinking about the things that were in store for them. Listening to the baby's heartbeat for the first time, feeling him or her kicking…
He looked down and could tell that George was thinking the same thing. He felt George smile into his skin, and he rubbed George's back in response.
They stayed in their embrace for a while longer before getting ready, happier and more hopeful than they had ever been before.
"Let's go," George said once they were dressed. He grabbed Elliot's hand, lacing their fingers.
"Okay," Elliot said, walking with him. George had a spring in his step and he was smiling radiantly. Seeing George smile like that, Elliot decided that even if he couldn't work things out with his kids, it was still worth it to see George this happy.
If things went like this through the rest of the pregnancy, maybe he wouldn't even have to worry about how much of a toll it would take on George. Maybe things would go smoothly after all.
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