Rocking The Baby Bump- Mpreg X-mas Exchange Fic
Title: Rocking the Baby Bump
Beta: Obsidianromance
Giftee: Deanlives
Pairing: J2
Warnings: Mpreg and slight swearing
Notes: So, instead of writing one of the prompts that Deanlives listed in this particular x-mas exchange, I decided to go way back through the Mpregwinchester pages and use a different prompt of hers that involved Rock stars J2. I changed it a bit to fit my writing style, but the essence of her prompt is still there.
Summary: Jensen and Jared are huge rock stars. Jensen is the lead singer and Bass and Jared is Drums. They sleep together before a big performance, and three months later Jensen learns he’s pregnant. He hides it until he’s 5 months pregnant, and it doesn't come out to Jared until he passes out on stage during a performance. When he wakes up in a hospital room later that day, he can’t really keep his pregnancy a secret anymore. The only question is; will Jared accept him and their baby or not?
Rocking the Baby Bump: Jensen’s Pov.
I only had two more performances after this; two more and then I could have told people about my secret. The only one who knew was Misha, and that was because he found the pregnancy test I took and carefully hid in one of my suitcases.
“It’s Jared’s right?” He asks, sitting next to me on my bed with his arm wrapped comfortingly over my shoulder. I nod my head, not looking up from my hands. “You need to tell him.”
“I’ll tell him after we’re done with this tour. I’ll be five months along when we finish; I’ll be able to hide it until then.” I can see him glaring at me in my peripheral.
“This is going to be a higher risk pregnancy because you’re a carrier Jensen; you need people to know about this.” I look at him with a small smile.
“You know.” He rolls his eyes. “I can’t tell him right now.”
“Why?” he looks at me closely, and frowns when he sees tears building up. “Jen, what’s wrong?”
“I fucking love him Mish, but he doesn’t love me.” He opens his mouth to say something comforting, but closes it quickly; knowing that he can’t say anything about it.
I’m gay, but Jared is Bi. We’ve slept together on and off for about four years, but when it comes to relationships, Jared always preferred women to men. Hell, as far as I know, he’s never had a relationship with a man that went past one night stands. It hurts me inside, knowing that all Jared sees me for is a friend with benefits, but if I get to be close to him on some intimate level then I am willing to take what I can get.
I fell in love with him the moment I saw him when Misha and I were holding auditions for a new drummer for our band, Mackles. He came in all smiles, dimples locked and loaded, with so much charm that I felt my heart skip a beat after being in the room with him for 30 seconds. From that moment on. I knew that I was done for…but whatever, all of that want and heart break is in the past; what really matters is how the world found out about my secret because I just had to pass out in the middle of singing a song. As I went down, I heard the crowd gasp and scream in shock as Misha yelled “he’s pregnant you asshole, call an ambulance or something!” loud enough for one of the microphones to pick it up before everything went black.
Beep Beep Beep Is the noise I hear when I open my eyes, instantly closing them again with a hiss at the bright lights.
“Jensen?” Someone touches my shoulder gently as my mind starts to clear. I try opening my eyes again to see Jared looking down at me; tiredness and concern lacing his face. “Hey.” He says with a small smile. I look around the room for a moment and frown in confusion.
“Am I at a hospital?” I go to sit up but Jared presses down on my shoulder.
“Let me help you,” he says as he grabs onto a remote; pressing a button that slowly brings the back of the bed up into a sitting position. “You passed out in the middle of a performance man; of course you’re at the hospital,” he says once I’m sitting up. He sighs. “The doctor was literally in here about five minutes ago, so, either he or a nurse will be here in about an hour or so.”
I place my hand on my swollen stomach as I try to process everything that’s happened. After a minute I notice Jared’s gaze on my hand and I sigh. “You know, don’t you?”
“I think the whole world knows now thanks to Misha.” He says, and I groan.
“Stupid fucking stoner.” I mumble under my breath. “Is the baby ok?” I ask worriedly.
“You’re both fine; you just passed out due to low blood sugar and exhaustion so they want to keep you overnight just to monitor everything.” Jared looks at me silently for a moment.
“What?”
“Why the fuck did he know you’re pregnant, and I didn’t?” Jared asks, his eyes going from tired to angry.
“If it was my choice he wouldn’t have found out about it, but he noticed that I was acting weird and found the positive pregnancy test in my suitcase.”
“So you’re about five months along right?” he asks, and I nod. “So when you were throwing up and told me you had the stomach flu…”
“Morning sickness.”
He nods. “And when I told you that you were starting to get a beer gut a few days ago…”
“I wanted to either slap you or run away sobbing like a little girl; hormones are a fucking bitch man.” I shrug, looking down at my swollen stomach perfectly outlined by a green hospital gown. “Ate my feelings with french-fries and milkshakes instead.” Jared snorts despite the anger.
“It’s mine…right?” I close my eyes and nod, refusing to bring my head up. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, but there is no accusing tone to his voice; only sadness. I risk looking up into his eyes.
“I…” I trail off, not knowing what to say. “Well, first of all, I wanted to get this tour done before I started telling people; I mean, who wants to see a guy singing on stage with a massive baby belly. We probably lost fans because of this; being gay is one thing, but being a male carrier is something else entirely.” He narrows his eyes at me.
“That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me.”
I sigh. “Because…” I trail off.
“Because why?”
“Because I fucking love you, you dick head!” I finally snap, and he sits back in his seat. “I’ve been in love with you since you auditioned to be our drummer, but I respected the fact that you didn’t like having relationships with men past fucking and a few dates.”
“Jensen--”
I cut him off. “I was afraid of how you’d react! I was afraid that the idea of having a kid would repulse you and I’d lose you--” He bends forward quickly and presses his lips into mine, silencing me with a deep, passionate, kiss. When he pulls back, I lick my lips nervously. “That’s not how I envisioned you reacting…” I trail off, rubbing the side of my stomach when I feel the baby shift around a little.
“I’ve been in love with you to; but I didn’t know how to react to it…I mean I never felt this way before.”
“For men?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“For anyone.” He swallows nervously. “I was scared, so I would sleep around and date other women to try and figure out was going on…but I didn’t realize that you felt the same way.” I shrug my shoulders.
“I’m good at hiding shit man.” He rolls his eyes and points to my stomach.
“Obviously.” He deadpans.
“So,” I say after a few minutes of silence, “you’re not mad?”
He snorts. “Oh I’m furious; but not about you being pregnant.” He leans forward, resting his arms on the bed. “I’m upset at myself for hurting you; I’m upset at both of us for not saying anything about our feelings for each other years ago, and I’m upset that you decided to hide the fact that you are pregnant from me.”
I feel my eyes start to burn, but I refuse to let the tears escape. “I’m sorry.”
He reaches out and rests his hand over mine on my stomach. “Me to.” He looks at our joined hands for a moment. “So…what should we do now?” he asks, looking back up at me.
“Take things slow? I don’t expect you to take on a fatherly role or anything.”
He gives me a small glare. “My baby’s in here,” he says, tapping his hand on my stomach. “I want to be involved in both of your lives.”
“So what are we then? Friends who kinda like each other who are having a baby together?”
“Two people who are dating?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.
“We’ve been sleeping together on and off for four years and we know almost everything about each other.”
“Boyfriends?” he asks hopefully and I chuckle. “With a dating factor to make things more official, like taking you out to dinner and to movies and stuff.”
I roll my eyes again. “Whatever you want.”
He grins and leans forward to kiss me again. “I’m still mad at you by the way,” he says as he pulls away. “But let’s say that you staying here over night and the fact that E! News is talking about you being pregnant will be your punishment for being stupid.”
I groan. “E! News? Fucking seriously?” He nods. “Oh my fucking god.”
Jared laughs. “We’ll get through the bullshit together ok?” he says in a reassuring voice and I nod, smiling slightly.
I don’t need to keep this a secret anymore, and I don’t have to deal with the joys of becoming a father alone...life is starting to look up for me again.
The End.