J2 - An Unexpected Love - Chapter 7A/16 - Mpreg
Title : An Unexpected Love 7A/16
Rating : R
Word Count : 10,924/67,999
Disclaimer : Really if they belonged to me do you think I'd have time to be posting.
Warnings : Talk of past abuse, Mpreg
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munibunny
Art and Soundtrack : ldyghst
Additional Art : wincest_drarry
Characters : Jensen/Jared, Steve/Chris, there may be more pairings along the way I'm not sure at the moment.Mike, Tom, Chad, Sandy, Sophia and Joshua Jackson will all be in this fic. There may be others as I find myself needing more characters.
Summary : Grief stricken over the death of his brother, cynical movie maverick Jared Padalecki did the unthinkable - he sought comfort in the arms of his brother's fiancee. The morning after, they both realized their mistake and left for their separate lives. Only Jared can't forget Jensen's soft lips and beautiful eyes. Even as Jared was beginning to think he had to see him again, Jensen came to him.
Jensen was pregnant with his child. His - not his brother's. Jared knew he wanted Jensen more than he'd ever wanted any other woman or man.
First he had to marry him.
Then he had to make Jensen love him.
Author Notes : I am basing this story off a book I read fourteen years ago. I do actually have the book but I will not be using it to write this story. I will be going from my memory of what happened in it, there will be some things that run the way the book did and lots that will not as this is a J2 and mpreg on top of that. The only thing that will be word for word, and then not really, will be the summary since I couldn't do it justice any other way.
Based on the book Scandals by JoAnn Ross
Harlequin Temptation Sept.1994 #506
Chapters 1 2 3 4A 4B 5A 5B 5C 6A 6B 7A 7B 8A 8B 9A 9B 10 11A 11B 12A 12B 13A 13B 14 15A 15B 16
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Jared hadn't known exactly how Chad was going to receive Jensen when he'd first told his friend about the sex and then the pregnancy. However, it seemed once Chad made up his mind that Jensen wasn't after money or attention, he accepted the Jensen like he was an extension of his best friend.
Jared kept telling himself that was a good thing, but when they decided to gang up on him again for the third time in under an hour, he was seriously rethinking the whole 'best friend get along with your husband' shtick.
"Stop pouting. You're just not used to someone other than Chad telling you it's hideous," Jensen scolded, trying his best to not to let the grin he was holding back slip on to his face.
"I'm not pouting," Jared defended. "That's an original movie poster of the 1974 Texas Chainsaw Massacre!"
"You're lip is poked so far out I could walk on it," Jensen reached over and pinched the afore mentioned lip between his thumb and knuckle.
"Ouch!"
"Oh my god! You big baby," Chad started laughing at Jared's offended look.
"The point is, every other movie poster you have is vintage 40's and 50's black and white. It doesn't match." Jensen swung his hand around indicating the posters in the lobby and along the hallway.
"It's worth over $800. Besides, I like it," Jared whined.
"I don't care if it's $8000. It's ugly." Chad grumbled.
"So move it somewhere else," Jensen suggested, cutting off the impending argument he could see brewing.
"Where?" Jared huffed, "And do not say the bathroom, Chad. I've heard that five million times already."
"I was going to say the trash," Jensen mumbled under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Jared asked aghast!
"What about to the back?" Jensen covered, glaring at Chad as he stifled a giggle.
"Out back where?" Jared asked suspiciously.
"In the room you use for stalled negotiations?" Chad questioned hopefully.
"Why? Are you trying to influence them sublimely?" Jared asked.
"Well, no, but if they have to look at it too long they should crack under the ugly," Chad managed to get out before he started laughing again.
This time, Jensen couldn't help it Jared's face was a cross between horrified and scandalized, and the giggle he'd been holding in escaped, which turned into uncontrollable laughter shortly thereafter.
"You know what?" Jared said, moving his finger back and forth so he was pointing at both of them.
"Yes?" Jensen gasped out.
Jared couldn't even remember what he was going to say. "Never mind. I don't like either one of you," he groused which, of course, only made them laugh harder.''
Jared decided it was better to retreat to his office before he completely lost his head and yanked Jensen up off the chair and kissed him senseless. He hadn't seen Jensen this relaxed and happy since..... well, in a long, long time now that he thought about it.
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Jared finished up the few items of business Chad had for him and packed up the file Eric had sent over that covered the more detailed breakdown of Jensen's shows and financial information he'd need for investing when he went to next months show. He'd glanced over it while Jensen had been showing Chad the web site for the festival that he'd told Jared about when they'd been visiting Sophia.
Jared thought Eric would be able to fill in the two year gap in time when there were no shows given the extra time. Unfortunately, that hadn't been the case. Eric had even made a note that there was nothing to find because Jensen seemed to have professionally dropped off the map. There was a question mark there, and Jared knew it was Eric's way of asking if he wanted it looked into. Jared was honest enough to admit there was nothing he'd like more. Okay, that was a lie. He could think of at least one thing he wanted more, but until Jensen decided he was ready for more, he'd work his way to carpal tunnel syndrome.
He really wanted to know what would make Jensen disappear the way he had, but he wanted Jensen to be the one to tell him. That didn't mean he wouldn't ask his mom and dad if they remembered anything significant happening around that time, though. Just because he hadn't been around to hear what was going on via Jeff didn't mean his parents didn't know. Surely Jeff had to have been in touch with Jensen in order for him to attend graduations, not to mention they had had been joined at the hip since Jensen had stepped foot into the Padalecki house.
Satisfied with a plan of action, he phoned his mom to set up a dinner date. They decided to make it the night of Jensen's doctor's appointment since Chad had already cleared the calendar for that day and Jensen assured him he wouldn't be too tired after the appointment. Jensen had shrugged and told him he'd be fine and that this way they could tell his parents about his first visit to the doctors in person. Jared's heart skipped a beat at the ease in which Jensen openly accepted his involvement in all aspects dealing with their baby.
He finished the call to his mom and went to separate Chad and Jensen. Jared still couldn't believe the two had bonded over their insane attachment to all things Scooby Doo.
"He was too."
"No, he wasn't," Chad argued back.
"What are you two arguing about now?" Jared asked as he shut his office door.
"Nothing," they answered in unison.
"Okay......." Jared just stood there looking at Chad.
"Fine," Chad sighed.
"Pussy," Jensen muttered under his breath.
Jared quirked his eyebrow, waiting for Chad to enlighten him.
"Hey, you don't have to work for him," Chad groused, elbowing Jensen.
"We were having a discussion on Freddie Jones' sexual preferences," Chad finally admitted.
"Who?" Jared asked, trying to figure out who Chad and Jensen could possibly both know.
Jensen rolled his eyes, " You know Freddie of the Mystery Machine Freddies."
"Oh," Jared answered, still lost as to why this was even a debate. "It's a cartoon, they don't have a sexual preference."
Jensen and Chad both looked at him like he had told them the world was flat and the eighty's music wasn't the best.
"Chad said he was all into Daphne, but I told him that was just a smoke screen," Jensen explained, still giving him the 'I can't believe you look'.
"I'm going to regret asking this, but exactly who was he into if it wasn't her?"
"Shaggy, of course!"
"Dude, he was not!" Chad squawked. "You're projecting."
"No, I'm not. Didn't you ever wonder why he was always dressed so preppy and why he never, ever made a move on Daphne?"
"He wore the same thing every episode!"
"Yeah," Jensen agreed.
Jared leaned against the wall, watching them argue, a smile playing across his face.
"Fine. If that's so, how did they ever do anything? Scooby was always there," Chad stated smugly.
"No, he wasn't. Every night, he always went to take a bath, leaving Fred and Shaggy quality time in the great big bed!" Jensen announced triumphantly, but then he frowned. "Of course, Scooby always saw the ghost or whatever then so I bet they got interrupted an awful lot."
Chad sighed, looking at Jared for help.
"Don't look at me. I was always into He-Man."
Chad and Jensen both rolled their eyes.
"Like everyone didn't know Prince Adam was gay. He was so conflicted he had to have an alternate personality to deal with it," Chad grouched, sending Jensen into hysterical laughter.
"Why did I think it would be a good idea to introduce you two?" Jared asked.
Chad shrugged, "Because you're a masochist?"
"I am not!" Jared exclaimed.
"I think there's a good case to the opposite," Jensen interjected.
"What?"
"Well, obviously you enjoy the company of Chad, since he's not only your employee but also your friend, and since you did introduce us, I do think that goes a long way to proving you must have a hidden kink that's not so hidden anymore," Jensen finished, snickering when not only Chad sat dumfounded but Jared actually blushed, and wow that was having an interesting effect on things below the waist.
"I thought you said he was quiet," Chad stage whispered, leaning Jared's way.
"He usually is," Jared answered, arching a brow and grinning at the red wash of color spreading across Jensen's cheeks. "Obviously you're a bad influence."
"I'm an amazing influence," Chad disagreed.
"Yeah you are," Jared finally agreed, never losing eye contact with Jensen.
Jensen had been living with Jared just over a week and already he was about to drive him insane. It wasn't the fact that Jensen was grumpy in the morning. Who wouldn't be after heaving up half your stomach lining and then being denied your coffee? No, Jared actually found Jensen's grumpy disheveled appearance addictive, which if he hadn't already known he was a lost cause that would have clued him in really quickly.
It wasn't the way Jensen had of drifting through all the rooms, touching everything like he needed to see what each and every surface texture would feel like under the pads of his fingers. Even though Jared had bitten his tongue more than once trying not to whimper at the unconscious actions.
Dear God, it wasn't even the way he spoke softly on the phone to lord knew who, and the smile that played across his face, crinkling the laugh lines around his eyes, making Jared equal parts jealous and so hard he had to escape so he could take care of his not so little problem.
Jared had come to the conclusion that Jensen was going to be the death of him. Every time he walked past the solarium, he was drawn to the doorway like a magnet seeking a piece of metal. Jensen left the door open once Jared told him he didn't mind the paint smell, not that there was much anyway since it wasn't oil based, but he'd realized Jensen asked before doing anything and that was something he hoped would soon stop once he felt more comfortable in his new home.
Big mistake!
Jared would try to pass the door without looking because if he looked, he stopped, but he'd yet to manage it. Each time, he'd catch a whole new facet of Jensen to become enthralled with and be drawn in. First, it had been the flex and shift of muscles across his shoulders when he lifted a new canvas onto the easel or stroked the brush through the paint. Then, it was the slim hips and tight ass perched precariously on the edge of the stool as he worked on what might have been a moon lit plain. It was hard to tell most days when Jared couldn't take his eyes off the painter to look at the painting long enough to appreciate it.
Today though, today was going to break him, Jared was positive.
Jensen was in his usual jeans and short sleeved t-shirt again. He had learned rather quickly that not only did Jensen hate to wear long sleeves when he painted, but pregnant people were apparently hot by nature, and he meant that literally. His teeth would chatter in the morning getting out of bed and when he checked the thermostat it was set on sub zero temperatures only to have Jensen ask him why it was so hot in the house. Jared had learned after turning it back up the first time to never do it again and opted for more layers, since losing precious body parts to a pregnant hormonal ridden spouse was not an option of choice.
He leaned against the doorjamb, watching the sunlight play across lightly tanned skin, the beams catching on the almost invisible dusting of fine blonde hair across Jensen's arms. Every time he moved, the sun would wash over them causing a golden glow that seemed to envelope his husband and made Jared's heart ache in his chest. Jensen had moved his easel in front of the many windows and Jared could see the look of intense concentration in the furrow between his eyebrows and the set of his jaw. He smiled as Jensen's nose wrinkled in distaste at something only he could see, the freckles splashed across the bridge dancing along with the action.
Jared wanted to run his fingers over each one before following the path with his tongue. His eyes searched out all the places he could find those little spots, each new discovery making his body tighten and crave what he couldn't have, at least not right then. Jared dropped his eyes to the painting, noticing for the first time that it was a depiction of an area in the backyard, that although the garden wasn't blooming, it still had a natural beauty that Jensen was well on the way to capturing.
He moved a little closer, having caught sight of yet another cluster decorated with light brown spots. Jensen's fingers were wrapped around his paintbrush, the strokes flowing along the canvas on a path only he knew, stopping to add more paint when needed.
It was when he hovered over an area not yet touched that Jared could see the freckles fanning out over the knuckles of his hand. They were sprinkled across the tops of each bony protrusion and slid into the valleys between, hidden until he moved his hand just right, and then they would tease their way into view.
Jared wasn't sure if he could take much more material for his nightly masturbation fantasies. He tried to stifle the groan that made its way past his chest and up his throat, but wasn't 100% successful, if the tensing in Jensen's shoulders was any indication. Jensen looked back over his shoulder, blinking slowly like he was coming out of a daze.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"It's fine. Sometimes, I forget to stop. Did you need me for something?" Jensen asked, setting his brush down, and turning around so he was facing Jared.
"I was just wondering if you wanted me to make something for lunch before your doctor's appointment, or did you want to leave early and grab lunch on the way?"
"Oh." Jensen looked down at his watch, not expecting it to be almost lunchtime. "Um... whichever you want to do is fine with me."
"Your appointment’s not until four. I can make us some sandwiches, so if you want to keep painting, or if you want to clean up first you don't have to rush," Jared suggested.
"Yeah, that'll be good. I'll clean up in here, and after we eat, I can grab a quick shower before we leave," Jensen agreed, turning back around to start cleaning up.
During lunch, Jared noticed Jensen becoming more and more distracted, and he couldn't understand why. He still held up his end of the conversation, but Jared could tell something was bothering him. He waited to see if Jensen would mention it on his own, but even after the almost hour drive into the city where Jensen's doctor's office was located, he still hadn't mentioned what it was. Jared parked the car and watched as Jensen's knee bounce up and down for another few minutes, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap, and when he looked back, Jensen was chewing a hole in his lip. The man was going to vibrate out of the car if he didn't calm down.
"Hey."
Jensen looked over, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths in a bid to stave off what could only be panic.
"What's wrong?" Jared asked, turning around in his seat so he was facing his husband as much as possible.
"Nothing." Jensen's voice broke and he cleared his throat and tried again. "Nothing, I'm just a little nervous."
Jared was a little confused as to why Jensen would be nervous. "Is it because I'll be there?"
"No! Well, yeah, maybe a little, but that's really not it," he mumbled.
Jared sighed inwardly he wanted to offer not to be in the room to make Jensen comfortable, if that's what was needed. He just didn't know if he would be able to miss this part and not regret it for the rest of his life. That made him start thinking about just how many times Jensen had actually been to the doctor.
"Jensen, how many times have you been here?"
"Once, well, twice if you count the pregnancy test they did too."
"What do you mean they did too?"
"Well, the regular doctor sent me straight over here for another one just to be sure, and then they scheduled me for the first appointment after they made sure I was okay with them being my primary," Jensen explained.
"I thought you said you scheduled your appointments in the afternoon so you could do your errands early?"
"I do. I just haven't had to schedule but two," Jensen answered sheepishly.
Jared released the breath he'd been holding. He was at least a little less worried about Jensen's nervousness now that he understood where some of it was coming from. However, he felt like he was still missing something, and he wanted to know what it was before they went inside. They had plenty of time since Jensen had wanted to get there early so he could change all the paperwork around now that he was married and had moved. Jared was going to make sure the financial information was changed as well, but he'd take care of that later.
"Okay, but I don't think that's all of it. What else has you so worried?" Jared watched Jensen pale before dropping his eyes to look at his hands twisted in his lap.
"There's just so much that could go wrong, especially early on...." Jensen trailed off.
Jared's breath caught in his throat at the fear he heard. "Jensen, if that happened it would be... I can't even describe what that would be, but it wouldn't be your fault."
"I'm just scared that I'll do something to hurt the baby, or I won't know something is wrong until it's too late." Jensen spoke so quietly Jared had to lean forward to hear him.
Jared reached out, placing his hand on Jensen's shoulder. He didn't miss the slight flinch the action received but Jensen didn't pull away and Jared didn't either.
"There's nothing you would ever do to hurt our baby. You've even given up coffee, and if something were wrong, you would know it," Jared stated, absolutely convinced of both facts.
Jensen looked up at him with a mixture of relief, and hopefulness in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Jared answered, squeezing his shoulder lightly.
Jensen let out a long breath and nodded his head. "Okay, let's go get that paperwork taken care of." He smiled over at Jared, reaching for the door handle.
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Jared thought walking the red carpet was hard, but walking into an office full of pregnant women had to be the hardest thing he'd ever done, and he wasn't even the pregnant one. He walked in after Jensen, since he had no clue where he was going or in what order things were done, but while one guy walking in wasn't a novelty, two were. Every single eye in the place swung their way, and although it wasn't what you would have called loud, it had gotten almost eerily quiet.
Jensen glanced over his shoulder as he stopped at the desk and smiled. "Sorry, I forgot to warn you about that."
Jared turned from his inspection of his surroundings and what seemed like hundreds of eyes, and focused back on Jensen. "Warned me about what?"
"The freak factor."
"Excuse me, the what?" Jared asked, his brow furrowing.
"There's no such thing," the receptionist said. "They're just wondering why in the hell they don't have anything at home that looks like one of you two."
Jensen blushed all the way from his neck to roots of his hair. "Ms. Mosley, I told you that has nothing to do with it, and you know it."
"And I told you, once they see you come in here a few times then it'll be old news, and they'll be asking you if you have heartburn and swollen ankles."
Jared couldn't help the grin that stretched across his face. The woman in front of them couldn't have been more than five foot six, and he could tell she was a force to reckon with.
"Now who might you be?" She asked, pinning him with a look that said she knew exactly who he was, and she wanted a good reason why she shouldn't come across the desk and give him a piece of her mind and maybe something else a little more lethal.
"I'm Jensen's husband, Jared Padalecki," he said by way of introduction.
"Oh, you are, are you?" She asked, arching an eyebrow and pursing her lips while she looked him over.
"Yes, that's why we got here a little early since I need to change my paperwork," Jensen cut in, bringing her attention back to him and away from Jared.
"Well, go ahead and sign in, and I'll be right back." She looked over at Jared one more time before moving in the direction of a wall full of clipboards.
"I feel like I've been sent to the principal's office," Jared whispered in Jensen's ear.
"Stop it," Jensen hissed, trying not to choke on a laugh as the lady being referenced was headed back their way.
"Here you go sweetheart. If you don't finish them before they call you back, just drop them off on your way out."
Jensen thanked her and they made their way to a set of seats in the corner, so they were at least out of the main line of sight. Jensen spent the next few minutes filing out paperwork, and then he hit the medical page again, thankful that this time he didn't have to leave half of it blank.
"Hey, can you fill your section out on this one?"
"Yeah. What is it?"
"It's the family history for the medical. I mean, I know some of it from Jeff and your parents but some things are specific to you, and I had to leave them blank last time," Jensen admitted a little bashfully.
Jared's heart stuttered at how hard it had to have been for Jensen to fill out the forms and not know information that would be important to the health of his, of their child. He knew what it would have done to him and Jensen had always been far more sensitive, especially considering both of his parents had passed away from health issues.
Once he had filled his section of the questionnaire out, he glanced over to make sure Jensen was still occupied with the rest of his. Jared slid the blue sheet loose to look at the insurance information and how Jensen had the financial responsibility listed. He was dismayed to see not only was Jensen still listed as the person solely responsible for his medical bills but the insurance section was blank. Jared knew Jensen did well with his paintings but he wasn't well off either and it never even crossed his mind that he might not have medical insurance, although with Jensen being self employed and in the arts, it probably should have, since it's not an easy business at the best of times.
Jared couldn't even fathom how Jensen thought he was going to do everything on his own. A regular pregnancy was expensive as hell, but a male pregnancy was astronomical with all the extra tests and precautions.
He knew because he'd researched every damn thing he could get his hands on as soon as he had found out about Jensen being pregnant. His mind drifted back to the conversation with the woman in the art gallery and he had a pretty damn good idea why that painting was still hanging on the wall. It made him both sad and angry that Jensen had felt he needed to go that route. He quickly filled out his information in the secondary responsibility section and as much of his insurance information as he could remember without pulling out his wallet.
He'd decided he'd take the forms to the desk and let Ms. Mosley copy his card, and maybe he could defrost some of the ice she was aiming his way. Jensen was just finishing up his last sheet when the nurse called his name.
"Go on back, I'll drop these off and be right there," Jared offered, almost relieved he wouldn't have to explain what was taking him so long at the desk.
"Okay, I'll let the nurse know so she can show you where I'm at when you're finished," Jensen agreed, making his way to the waiting nurse, ignoring the many eyes from the other patients that followed him.
Jared quickly made his way to the desk. He didn't want to miss anything, but he needed to take care of the paperwork now.
"Excuse me," Jared said, catching the receptionist’s attention.
"Did he get it all done before they called him back?"
"Yes ma'am, and I need to give you my insurance card so you can make a copy. They probably won't pay but half since it's a pre-existing condition but......"
Ms. Mosley took the offered card with an acknowledging nod and quickly made a copy. When she handed it back, she gave him a guarded smile.
"Is he doing better with the morning sickness?"
"It seems to be easing some but the mornings are still tough," Jared confided.
"They always are. Ashley should be right up to take you back to be with him."
"Okay, I filled out my information as secondary on the financial for after insurance, if you could make a note to split the bill in half. I'd do it all but I have a feeling Jensen would take my head off. We haven't really had time to talk about that type of stuff." Jared ground to halt, embarrassed at his uncharacteristic rambling and to a complete stranger none the less.
The receptionist just looked at him for a few seconds, which felt like hours to Jared, before a huge grin spread across her face.
"You just might work out after all," she mused.
Before he could ask what she meant, the nurse returned to take him to the back. When they rounded the corner, Jensen was fidgeting in a chair like he was ready to bolt given the first opportunity. The nurse took her seat and Jared slid into the one beside him.
"Hey. You okay?" He asked, nudging Jensen with his shoulder.
"Yeah, I just don't like needles all that much," Jensen confessed, nodding at the tray sitting on the table beside the nurse.
"Have they already taken your blood?" Jared asked, searching Jensen's arms with his eyes for tell tale signs.
"No, the only thing we've done is the urine sample," Jensen mumbled, blushing a little. "I figured you'd want to be here for the rest."
Jared nodded as the nurse started asking Jensen what he assumed were routine questions about dizziness and nausea. She took his temperature and his blood pressure as well as his weight and then came the needle. He wasn't expecting Jensen to reach out and grab his hand right before the nurse slid the needle in, but it made him feel like nothing else ever had. Jared was beginning to think they were going to bleed Jensen dry before they were finished, as many vials as they were taking, but after the fifth one, the nurse finally withdrew the needle and Jensen finally relaxed his grip a little but didn't let go completely. He wasn't even sure if Jensen realized he was still holding his hand.
The nurse showed them into the room to wait for the doctor and Jensen proceeded to put on the gown and cover up with the attractive blue blanket they'd left on the end of the table. Jared wandered the room looking at the pictures that showed the stages of a male pregnancy and what to expect. He'd scoured the internet and seen most of them already, but looking at Jensen with only a thin gown and a blanket wasn't going to do him any favors, so he focused on the pictures instead.
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