Seeds of Jealousy
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Adult ++
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35
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8,125
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11
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chapter 14
Month 7 ½- 8
Justin
The last time we went to the doctor they told us everything was fine. Dee still seems a tad upset that I have been going and even brought it up again.
Brian told her that regardless of what she thinks, I would be there through it all.
After the doctor’s visit and lunch we are sitting here on the couch, with me sitting on his lap. We’re looking at baby name books that Brianna brought for us.
“How about Madeline?” Brianna asks. Brian and I both are shaking our heads.
“How about Sampson?” Brian laughs.
“Hell, no,” I laugh.
“Magnum.” I laugh louder when Brian pinches my ass.
“How about Stanley, Lucy?” Brian chuckles.
Brianna and I look at each other. “No way,” we both say in unison.
“Let’s have some ice cream and figure this out.” Brianna jumps up to go get it.
Minutes later, we’re eating ice cream and making jokes about names that we all know will never be the twins’ names.
“How about we let Emmett name them?” I joke but the look on Brian’s face says it all.
Pulling me close, he kisses my neck. “It’s so good to see you smiling.”
“It’s good to smile and laugh,” I whisper.
Brian
I look over to see Gus and Brianna playing.
“Gus wants to name them Tasha Uniqua for the girl and, Austin Tyrone or Pablo for the boy.”
We all bust out laughing. The fucked up thing is, if it was said a while back, I wouldn’t know who they were. But with Gus we never missed an episode of The Backyardigans. The moose is Tyrone, the hippo is Tasha, Pablo is the penguin, Austin is the kangaroo and Uniqua is that pink thing no one seems to know.
“You are thinking of them aren’t you?”
“Justin, stop. Damn. I like them, ok?” We both laugh again.
“Yes, it shows when we do all the dances with Gus when he watches it here.”
Brianna looks at us. “I love them too,” she admits, laughing.
I swear, it feels so good to fucking laugh again, especially with them.
“Daddy, no laugh at them,” Gus tells us with a small pout.
“We’re not laughing at them, Sonnyboy. We are laughing at ourselves.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s okay.” He starts to laugh with us.
“What’s so funny?” Dee asks, coming through the loft door.
Dee
“They are laughing at themselves,” Gus tells me.
“”That’s good. What have I missed?” I lean down, giving the little version of Brian a kiss.
“We are talking about names for the baby.”
I look over at Brian and Justin and see all the baby name books sitting there.
“What are you talking about? These are Brian’s kids and mine. I will not have someone name our kids,” I spit out
“Brianna, take Gus downstairs for some cookies,” Brian tells our daughter.
“Yes, sir.” She takes Gus and leaves, looking back at me. I nod my head at her.
Once the kids are gone Brian gets a look on his face.
“We have been through this. Justin is a part of this…” Brian starts but I stop him.
“NO, these are OUR kids Brian, not Justin’s. I have put up with him coming to ALL the doctor’s visits as well as being a part of everything else. But NAMING OUR children is going too far. The names are OUR choice Brian. He has NO right in this. NONE!” I scream at the both.
I see Justin move against the wall, with tears in his eyes. Looking back at Brian I see the same look when he looks back to me, with anger in his eyes.
“I know that this is hurting Justin and I won’t fucking stand for it. Now, you really need to fucking listen to me, Dee. He has EVERY right to be in this. In fact, he has more rights than I do,” he calmly says.
“No, he doesn’t Brian. These are our kids,” I point out.
He glares at me for a moment. When he speaks his voice is deadly serious. “NO, they aren’t. Fucking listen to me. The fucking condom you stole from our room wasn’t mine. IT WAS JUSTIN’S. He has ALL the rights in this because HE is the father, not me.”
He moves to where Justin is still standing looking shattered and pulls him into a tight embrace.
“NOOOO. This isn’t true…” I start to say.
“It’s true, Dee. I bought Justin the yellow condoms as a joke after painting Brianna’s room. He got me the blue ones because of his fucking eyes. I love his eyes, I love him. The fucking scheme you are trying is falling apart, Dee. Justin is the father. Get used to it.”
“Oh my god, this can’t be happening. It’s supposed to be us Brian.”
“Dee, how many times have I told you, the US you want will never be. I am gay. Now and always. And my life is with Justin,” Brian reiterates, trying to stay calm.
“Dee, calm down. This isn’t good for the babies,” Justin urges.
“Fuck you, Justin. You fucking knew about all this. You all did and you didn’t tell me. You’ve been fucking lying to me all this time!”
“We’ve been lying?” Brian demands, his voice rising.
“Brian,” Justin says, putting a hand on his arm to calm him.
“No, Justin,” Brian says adamantly. “It’s time she heard this.” He turns back to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’re the one who came into our home uninvited and stole the fucking condom. You forged my name on those papers and went behind my back to get impregnated in some sick scheme to break up my relationship with Justin, so don’t you dare stand there and try to accuse us of lying.”
“You don’t understand…” I try to explain but he cuts me off.
“And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you tried to make him feel like shit every chance you got.”
“I did no such thing!” I argue, shooting a glare at Justin before turning my attention back to Brian.
“Yes, you did,” he insists. “Those are his twins you’re carrying and you tried to push him out of the way at every turn.”
“No,” I murmur, shaking my head slightly against the throbbing in my temples. “That’s not … it wasn’t supposed to be that way. You were supposed to love our babies and want to be with me.”
“I do love those babies,” Brian said, his voice quieter. He turns to look at Justin with a small smile. “How could I not? They’re a part of him.” He looks back at me with sadness in his eyes. “But I’ll never want to be with you that way, Dee.”
The pounding in my head intensifies and I can practically hear the blood rushing through my veins. “No,” I whisper. I grip the side of the chair as a sharp pain stabs through my stomach.
“Dee?” they say in unison, moving toward me.
“It hurts,” I gasp, clutching my stomach.
“Call 911, Brian,” Justin tells him, taking my arm and lowering me to the floor.
Before I can say anything I look down and see blood seeping through my clothes.
“Fuck, Justin, the babies.”
It’s the last thing I remember before everything goes black.
Justin
The last time we went to the doctor they told us everything was fine. Dee still seems a tad upset that I have been going and even brought it up again.
Brian told her that regardless of what she thinks, I would be there through it all.
After the doctor’s visit and lunch we are sitting here on the couch, with me sitting on his lap. We’re looking at baby name books that Brianna brought for us.
“How about Madeline?” Brianna asks. Brian and I both are shaking our heads.
“How about Sampson?” Brian laughs.
“Hell, no,” I laugh.
“Magnum.” I laugh louder when Brian pinches my ass.
“How about Stanley, Lucy?” Brian chuckles.
Brianna and I look at each other. “No way,” we both say in unison.
“Let’s have some ice cream and figure this out.” Brianna jumps up to go get it.
Minutes later, we’re eating ice cream and making jokes about names that we all know will never be the twins’ names.
“How about we let Emmett name them?” I joke but the look on Brian’s face says it all.
Pulling me close, he kisses my neck. “It’s so good to see you smiling.”
“It’s good to smile and laugh,” I whisper.
Brian
I look over to see Gus and Brianna playing.
“Gus wants to name them Tasha Uniqua for the girl and, Austin Tyrone or Pablo for the boy.”
We all bust out laughing. The fucked up thing is, if it was said a while back, I wouldn’t know who they were. But with Gus we never missed an episode of The Backyardigans. The moose is Tyrone, the hippo is Tasha, Pablo is the penguin, Austin is the kangaroo and Uniqua is that pink thing no one seems to know.
“You are thinking of them aren’t you?”
“Justin, stop. Damn. I like them, ok?” We both laugh again.
“Yes, it shows when we do all the dances with Gus when he watches it here.”
Brianna looks at us. “I love them too,” she admits, laughing.
I swear, it feels so good to fucking laugh again, especially with them.
“Daddy, no laugh at them,” Gus tells us with a small pout.
“We’re not laughing at them, Sonnyboy. We are laughing at ourselves.”
“Oh, well, I guess that’s okay.” He starts to laugh with us.
“What’s so funny?” Dee asks, coming through the loft door.
Dee
“They are laughing at themselves,” Gus tells me.
“”That’s good. What have I missed?” I lean down, giving the little version of Brian a kiss.
“We are talking about names for the baby.”
I look over at Brian and Justin and see all the baby name books sitting there.
“What are you talking about? These are Brian’s kids and mine. I will not have someone name our kids,” I spit out
“Brianna, take Gus downstairs for some cookies,” Brian tells our daughter.
“Yes, sir.” She takes Gus and leaves, looking back at me. I nod my head at her.
Once the kids are gone Brian gets a look on his face.
“We have been through this. Justin is a part of this…” Brian starts but I stop him.
“NO, these are OUR kids Brian, not Justin’s. I have put up with him coming to ALL the doctor’s visits as well as being a part of everything else. But NAMING OUR children is going too far. The names are OUR choice Brian. He has NO right in this. NONE!” I scream at the both.
I see Justin move against the wall, with tears in his eyes. Looking back at Brian I see the same look when he looks back to me, with anger in his eyes.
“I know that this is hurting Justin and I won’t fucking stand for it. Now, you really need to fucking listen to me, Dee. He has EVERY right to be in this. In fact, he has more rights than I do,” he calmly says.
“No, he doesn’t Brian. These are our kids,” I point out.
He glares at me for a moment. When he speaks his voice is deadly serious. “NO, they aren’t. Fucking listen to me. The fucking condom you stole from our room wasn’t mine. IT WAS JUSTIN’S. He has ALL the rights in this because HE is the father, not me.”
He moves to where Justin is still standing looking shattered and pulls him into a tight embrace.
“NOOOO. This isn’t true…” I start to say.
“It’s true, Dee. I bought Justin the yellow condoms as a joke after painting Brianna’s room. He got me the blue ones because of his fucking eyes. I love his eyes, I love him. The fucking scheme you are trying is falling apart, Dee. Justin is the father. Get used to it.”
“Oh my god, this can’t be happening. It’s supposed to be us Brian.”
“Dee, how many times have I told you, the US you want will never be. I am gay. Now and always. And my life is with Justin,” Brian reiterates, trying to stay calm.
“Dee, calm down. This isn’t good for the babies,” Justin urges.
“Fuck you, Justin. You fucking knew about all this. You all did and you didn’t tell me. You’ve been fucking lying to me all this time!”
“We’ve been lying?” Brian demands, his voice rising.
“Brian,” Justin says, putting a hand on his arm to calm him.
“No, Justin,” Brian says adamantly. “It’s time she heard this.” He turns back to me, his eyes blazing with anger. “You’re the one who came into our home uninvited and stole the fucking condom. You forged my name on those papers and went behind my back to get impregnated in some sick scheme to break up my relationship with Justin, so don’t you dare stand there and try to accuse us of lying.”
“You don’t understand…” I try to explain but he cuts me off.
“And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you tried to make him feel like shit every chance you got.”
“I did no such thing!” I argue, shooting a glare at Justin before turning my attention back to Brian.
“Yes, you did,” he insists. “Those are his twins you’re carrying and you tried to push him out of the way at every turn.”
“No,” I murmur, shaking my head slightly against the throbbing in my temples. “That’s not … it wasn’t supposed to be that way. You were supposed to love our babies and want to be with me.”
“I do love those babies,” Brian said, his voice quieter. He turns to look at Justin with a small smile. “How could I not? They’re a part of him.” He looks back at me with sadness in his eyes. “But I’ll never want to be with you that way, Dee.”
The pounding in my head intensifies and I can practically hear the blood rushing through my veins. “No,” I whisper. I grip the side of the chair as a sharp pain stabs through my stomach.
“Dee?” they say in unison, moving toward me.
“It hurts,” I gasp, clutching my stomach.
“Call 911, Brian,” Justin tells him, taking my arm and lowering me to the floor.
Before I can say anything I look down and see blood seeping through my clothes.
“Fuck, Justin, the babies.”
It’s the last thing I remember before everything goes black.