Seeds of Jealousy
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M through R › Queer As Folk
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
8,119
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
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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 8
Dee
It’s been two months since we moved into the loft below Brian and Justin. I see how they are all ‘lovey dovey’ and it makes me so pissed.
Because it’s what I have always wanted with Brian. I know if Justin weren’t in this, Brian would give into me because of our child together.
Then again he has another one with Lindsey. But she is with that lawyer, Mel. If I could give Brian another child, maybe he would turn to me. He would need to be there for me through the pregnancy. I could steal a condom and have it injected.
Brian would be pissed, but he would get over it because he would want to be there for me. I have to try again. I know there is no way he would have sex with me, so getting a condom would be the only thing I can do.
If Justin wouldn’t have told the truth, Brian and I and OUR daughter would all be together.
“I need to do this for us, Baby” I tell a picture of Brianna that I am holding.
Placing the picture down, I grab the keys and head up to the loft. Brian and Justin are still at work and Brianna is at a friend’s house.
Going into the loft, I head straight to the bedroom. Looking around I spot the condom, all tied up and in the trash can. “Yes, you are going to make a beautiful child,” I murmur, holding it up in front of me.
Looking at the yellow condom I try to put aside how weird they are about condoms. Not caring, I stuff it into my pocket. Smiling as I go back down to my own loft.
I take it out of my pocket and put it into a baggie. Picking up my keys I head out to the Invitro Fertilization place.
They hand me the papers after speaking to me, explaining they will store the sample until I am ready. I have to have these papers signed by Brian. Smiling, I am glad I have his signature down like my own.
After signing them that night, I look into the mirror, smiling at myself as I run my hand over my stomach. “Soon you will have another child of Brian’s in you and he will not be able to deny or push us aside for anyone, including that blond twink.”
I go in and have the procedure done alone, explaining that Brian had to work. They inject the sperm into me. I lean back, feeling it take to my body as it did with Brianna.
“So how long until I know?” I ask.
“I’ll call you back in to have a test done,” he explains.
A week later, I have the test done and they me home saying they will call me with the results.
Two days later, my phone rings.
“Denise?”
“Yes?” I say back.
“Congrats, you are officially with child. I will email you some names of doctors if you need them,” he tells me.
“Oh, my God. Thank you. Yes, please do that.” I hang up the phone, looking in the mirror.
“Yes, this is my ticket to making sure Brian doesn’t get rid of me for at least another 18 years.” I pick up the phone to call the boys.
After telling them I needed to talk to them, I head up to the loft. Justin slides the door open in response to my knock.
“Come on in.” He seems to be in a good mood. Just wait until he find outs.
“So, what’s all this about?” Brian asks, sitting down by Justin. I sit down across from them smiling.
“I’m pregnant and you are the father.”
I see Brian and Justin looking at each other.
“What the fuck?” They both say out loud.
I lean back in my chair, happy once again.
It’s been two months since we moved into the loft below Brian and Justin. I see how they are all ‘lovey dovey’ and it makes me so pissed.
Because it’s what I have always wanted with Brian. I know if Justin weren’t in this, Brian would give into me because of our child together.
Then again he has another one with Lindsey. But she is with that lawyer, Mel. If I could give Brian another child, maybe he would turn to me. He would need to be there for me through the pregnancy. I could steal a condom and have it injected.
Brian would be pissed, but he would get over it because he would want to be there for me. I have to try again. I know there is no way he would have sex with me, so getting a condom would be the only thing I can do.
If Justin wouldn’t have told the truth, Brian and I and OUR daughter would all be together.
“I need to do this for us, Baby” I tell a picture of Brianna that I am holding.
Placing the picture down, I grab the keys and head up to the loft. Brian and Justin are still at work and Brianna is at a friend’s house.
Going into the loft, I head straight to the bedroom. Looking around I spot the condom, all tied up and in the trash can. “Yes, you are going to make a beautiful child,” I murmur, holding it up in front of me.
Looking at the yellow condom I try to put aside how weird they are about condoms. Not caring, I stuff it into my pocket. Smiling as I go back down to my own loft.
I take it out of my pocket and put it into a baggie. Picking up my keys I head out to the Invitro Fertilization place.
They hand me the papers after speaking to me, explaining they will store the sample until I am ready. I have to have these papers signed by Brian. Smiling, I am glad I have his signature down like my own.
After signing them that night, I look into the mirror, smiling at myself as I run my hand over my stomach. “Soon you will have another child of Brian’s in you and he will not be able to deny or push us aside for anyone, including that blond twink.”
I go in and have the procedure done alone, explaining that Brian had to work. They inject the sperm into me. I lean back, feeling it take to my body as it did with Brianna.
“So how long until I know?” I ask.
“I’ll call you back in to have a test done,” he explains.
A week later, I have the test done and they me home saying they will call me with the results.
Two days later, my phone rings.
“Denise?”
“Yes?” I say back.
“Congrats, you are officially with child. I will email you some names of doctors if you need them,” he tells me.
“Oh, my God. Thank you. Yes, please do that.” I hang up the phone, looking in the mirror.
“Yes, this is my ticket to making sure Brian doesn’t get rid of me for at least another 18 years.” I pick up the phone to call the boys.
After telling them I needed to talk to them, I head up to the loft. Justin slides the door open in response to my knock.
“Come on in.” He seems to be in a good mood. Just wait until he find outs.
“So, what’s all this about?” Brian asks, sitting down by Justin. I sit down across from them smiling.
“I’m pregnant and you are the father.”
I see Brian and Justin looking at each other.
“What the fuck?” They both say out loud.
I lean back in my chair, happy once again.