A Delicate Decision
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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4,356
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1
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I do not own Queer As Folk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Justin's POV
It's Monday morning, and I've been here since last Monday. I've been here a for almost a full week. Now I finally get to go to Daphne's house. The sunlight is streaming through the window. I open my eyes and then squint since it's so bright.
After a moment, the events of the last week wash over me and I'm completely stunned for several moments. Before I can get too worked up over everything, the doctor, (who's name I've learned is Dr. Mitchell Landry) walks into my room smiling.
"Well Mr. Taylor, good morning. How are you feeling today?" I stare at the doctor like he's a complete and utter idiot. I was shot on Monday night, and I'm doped up on the very FEW drugs that won't hurt the baby, or mess with my allergies.
Deciding that it's better for me to not say anything at all, I just give the man a look. After several seconds, Dr. Landry finally understands my look. He begins talking about the things I need to know, that are going to be happening during the pregnancy.
After we talk about it, Dr. Landry smiles and then says, "I know you're in pain, but the new meds I'm putting you on will help. I've got some books for you on male pregnancy. I know it's scary, but our team here is the best skilled to handle this."
When Dr. Landry sets the books down on the bed next to me, I can't help but look at the covers. I stare at them with a sick fascination that scares me, so I try to ignore the feeling bubbling inside of me. Then after a moment, I realize the feeling is something else.
"Trashcan," I croak, and Dr. Landry quickly grabs it and gives it to me. I throw up into the trashcan, and when I'm through I'm embarassed. Dr. Landry smiles at me, and tries to reassure me that throwing up during pregnancy is a completely normal thing.
He talks to me about the things I need to do to keep myself, and my baby healthy. It's the usual things you do to stay healthy. Eat right, exercise, get plenty of rest. I ask questions about what to expect, and Dr. Landry answers every one of them.
We talk a little more, and then he examines me again. As I wait for Daphne to pick me up, I keep a grip on the bag I was given. It holds the books about male pregnancy that Dr. Landry gave me. I start to feel nervous, and I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Thankfully, I don't. When Daphne pulls up, I sigh with relief. I hoist the bag onto my right shoulder, and start toward Daphne's car. As I open the door and slide inside, my best friend gives me a look. When I pull the door close and lock it, I tilt my head to the side.
"What? What are you looking at?" Daphne stares at me for a moment, and then speaks. "Justin, are you sure you want to do this?" I nod, and then she keeps talking. "Are you okay, then? I mean ever since you and Brian got back together, things have been weird."
I fight the urge to laugh at how true her words are. Then I start answering Daphne's questions, after slipping my seatbelt on. She starts the car, and we start on our way to her apartment. "Yes, I want to do this. Yes I'm okay, and things between Brian and I are always weird."
The car lapses into silence, and before I know it, we are pulling up at the apartment. We go inside, and the only thing I want, is to tumble into bed and fall back asleep. Daphne isn't my best friend for nothing. She looks at me, and then points me in the direction of the spare bedroom.
I nod my thanks, and then bring the bag into the spare bedroom. Opening the door, I see that Brian brought over my things like he said he would. I close the door to the room, and lay the bag of books down on the bed. I strip down to my boxers, and climb into the bed.
As I lay in the bed, I pull the bag toward me. I reach inside, and pull one of the books about male pregnancy out. Seeing these books make me realize, that I'm not a disgusting freak of nature. I stare at the cover of the book I pulled from the bag, for a moment.
Then I take a few deep breaths and release them. Trying to remain calm, I open the book to the first page. On the first page, is a picture of a pregnant man. He's got short black hair, beautiful green eyes, a big round stomach, and is tall as fuck.
The man is sexy as hell, no matter that he's pregnant. I can't help but look over his body, taking in every stretch mark and anything besides the obvious, that tell's you he's pregnant. When I finally get tired of looking at the first page, I turn the page.
I start to read, as wonder fills me. I also can't help but rub my growing stomach, amazed that I have a living, breathing human life inside of me. After a few moments, I stop rubbing my stomach. I give my full attention to the book I'm reading.
The book is interesting, and a little frightening, if I may point out. I don't know why the fuck women would want to wish the pain of labor on themselves. Not that I want anything to happen to my baby. HELL NO. This baby is something Brian and I created.
To me, our baby is the most beautiful baby in the world. Even though I've never seen it yet. It. I can't wait until I can find out the sex of my baby. I don't like calling the baby 'it' or 'the baby'. I want to learn the sex, so that I can start coming up with some names.
I read the book for another hour, before stopping. I get up and walk over to the desk in the corner. I pick up a piece of blank paper, and fold it in half. Then I stick the piece of paper into the book as a bookmark. After doing that, I leave the room.
Walking into the living room, I see Daphne sitting down on the couch. She has two paper plates filled with sandwiches, a few chips, and some small fruit slices. Sitting beside them, I think, are glasses of orange juice, and lemonade. I smile at my best friend.
She always knows what I need, without me ever having to tell her. I take a seat on the couch. Then I say softly, "Thanks Daph, for everything." She scoots over to where I'm sitting, and pulls me into a gentle hug. I sigh softly, beginning to relax.
When the hug ends, we separate and begin to eat our meal. After eating, Daphne pulls some movies out, and we lay together on the couch and watch the movies. I try to pay attention to the movies, but I can't. What's going to happen when Brian finds out?
I swallow nervously, and fear fills me. Before I can stop it, bile rises in my throat, and I bolt for the bathroom. I hear Daphne behind me asking what's wrong, and if she should call the hospital. I can't answer, as the contents of my stomach start to come up again.
It's Monday morning, and I've been here since last Monday. I've been here a for almost a full week. Now I finally get to go to Daphne's house. The sunlight is streaming through the window. I open my eyes and then squint since it's so bright.
After a moment, the events of the last week wash over me and I'm completely stunned for several moments. Before I can get too worked up over everything, the doctor, (who's name I've learned is Dr. Mitchell Landry) walks into my room smiling.
"Well Mr. Taylor, good morning. How are you feeling today?" I stare at the doctor like he's a complete and utter idiot. I was shot on Monday night, and I'm doped up on the very FEW drugs that won't hurt the baby, or mess with my allergies.
Deciding that it's better for me to not say anything at all, I just give the man a look. After several seconds, Dr. Landry finally understands my look. He begins talking about the things I need to know, that are going to be happening during the pregnancy.
After we talk about it, Dr. Landry smiles and then says, "I know you're in pain, but the new meds I'm putting you on will help. I've got some books for you on male pregnancy. I know it's scary, but our team here is the best skilled to handle this."
When Dr. Landry sets the books down on the bed next to me, I can't help but look at the covers. I stare at them with a sick fascination that scares me, so I try to ignore the feeling bubbling inside of me. Then after a moment, I realize the feeling is something else.
"Trashcan," I croak, and Dr. Landry quickly grabs it and gives it to me. I throw up into the trashcan, and when I'm through I'm embarassed. Dr. Landry smiles at me, and tries to reassure me that throwing up during pregnancy is a completely normal thing.
He talks to me about the things I need to do to keep myself, and my baby healthy. It's the usual things you do to stay healthy. Eat right, exercise, get plenty of rest. I ask questions about what to expect, and Dr. Landry answers every one of them.
We talk a little more, and then he examines me again. As I wait for Daphne to pick me up, I keep a grip on the bag I was given. It holds the books about male pregnancy that Dr. Landry gave me. I start to feel nervous, and I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Thankfully, I don't. When Daphne pulls up, I sigh with relief. I hoist the bag onto my right shoulder, and start toward Daphne's car. As I open the door and slide inside, my best friend gives me a look. When I pull the door close and lock it, I tilt my head to the side.
"What? What are you looking at?" Daphne stares at me for a moment, and then speaks. "Justin, are you sure you want to do this?" I nod, and then she keeps talking. "Are you okay, then? I mean ever since you and Brian got back together, things have been weird."
I fight the urge to laugh at how true her words are. Then I start answering Daphne's questions, after slipping my seatbelt on. She starts the car, and we start on our way to her apartment. "Yes, I want to do this. Yes I'm okay, and things between Brian and I are always weird."
The car lapses into silence, and before I know it, we are pulling up at the apartment. We go inside, and the only thing I want, is to tumble into bed and fall back asleep. Daphne isn't my best friend for nothing. She looks at me, and then points me in the direction of the spare bedroom.
I nod my thanks, and then bring the bag into the spare bedroom. Opening the door, I see that Brian brought over my things like he said he would. I close the door to the room, and lay the bag of books down on the bed. I strip down to my boxers, and climb into the bed.
As I lay in the bed, I pull the bag toward me. I reach inside, and pull one of the books about male pregnancy out. Seeing these books make me realize, that I'm not a disgusting freak of nature. I stare at the cover of the book I pulled from the bag, for a moment.
Then I take a few deep breaths and release them. Trying to remain calm, I open the book to the first page. On the first page, is a picture of a pregnant man. He's got short black hair, beautiful green eyes, a big round stomach, and is tall as fuck.
The man is sexy as hell, no matter that he's pregnant. I can't help but look over his body, taking in every stretch mark and anything besides the obvious, that tell's you he's pregnant. When I finally get tired of looking at the first page, I turn the page.
I start to read, as wonder fills me. I also can't help but rub my growing stomach, amazed that I have a living, breathing human life inside of me. After a few moments, I stop rubbing my stomach. I give my full attention to the book I'm reading.
The book is interesting, and a little frightening, if I may point out. I don't know why the fuck women would want to wish the pain of labor on themselves. Not that I want anything to happen to my baby. HELL NO. This baby is something Brian and I created.
To me, our baby is the most beautiful baby in the world. Even though I've never seen it yet. It. I can't wait until I can find out the sex of my baby. I don't like calling the baby 'it' or 'the baby'. I want to learn the sex, so that I can start coming up with some names.
I read the book for another hour, before stopping. I get up and walk over to the desk in the corner. I pick up a piece of blank paper, and fold it in half. Then I stick the piece of paper into the book as a bookmark. After doing that, I leave the room.
Walking into the living room, I see Daphne sitting down on the couch. She has two paper plates filled with sandwiches, a few chips, and some small fruit slices. Sitting beside them, I think, are glasses of orange juice, and lemonade. I smile at my best friend.
She always knows what I need, without me ever having to tell her. I take a seat on the couch. Then I say softly, "Thanks Daph, for everything." She scoots over to where I'm sitting, and pulls me into a gentle hug. I sigh softly, beginning to relax.
When the hug ends, we separate and begin to eat our meal. After eating, Daphne pulls some movies out, and we lay together on the couch and watch the movies. I try to pay attention to the movies, but I can't. What's going to happen when Brian finds out?
I swallow nervously, and fear fills me. Before I can stop it, bile rises in my throat, and I bolt for the bathroom. I hear Daphne behind me asking what's wrong, and if she should call the hospital. I can't answer, as the contents of my stomach start to come up again.