Fic: The Prince and I
Title: The Prince and I
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Misha/Jeff
Warnings:Mpreg
Summary:Written for the abused_sammy challenge. Jared's having an awful year. He's been fired, evicted and he caught his boyfriend cheating on him. With not much to stand on, no family save for friends, Jared goes with his friends to the Mediterranean country of Biryal for a month-long vacation. While there, he meets Jensen Ross, who is unlike anyone Jared has ever met. What should have just been a summer romance is the start of something neither of the two men expected. For starters, Jensen is keeping one very large secret from Jared. Namely that he's the crown prince.
Jensen told his mother about Jared being pregnant over breakfast. He didn't bring up the fact that he'd already known, however. He'd also placed a call to the private detective, telling him that his services were not needed at this time. Thankfully, Mr. Barrie was very understanding - given what Jensen had paid him, the man couldn't really complain. Naturally, his mother went into full-on duty mode, insisting that he find a way to convince Jared to marry him. In truth, that's all he'd thought about since August. He was stunned, however, when she told him that she would go to Argentina while he went to Texas to make an effort in wooing Jared. Jensen was half convinced his mother was doing that as an excuse to get out of some kind of dinner thing with the Queen of England. He never really enjoyed their parties much either, as the damn press was so obsessed with that family it was disgusting.
He adjusted his grip on his carry-on bag as he hustled through the airport in Frankfort. It was a ten hour flight from there to San Antonio, but it'd be non-stop, and really, flying to Germany instead of to Spain or England had turned his layover from four hours to one. As he reached his gate, his cellphone went off and as he dug it out of his pocket, he frowned at the unfamiliar number - some area code in the States. “Hello?”
“Jensen? It's... it's Misha, do you remember me?” The man's voice sounded exhausted.
“Yes. How are you?” He was glad that Misha hadn't started cursing at him.
“I'm fine. I was actually sort of hoping to get your voice-mail, so uh...”
Jensen sat down in a chair, frowning. “Misha, is something wrong?”
“Have you left for Argentina yet?”
“No, I'm not going. There's been a change of plans.” He let out a breath. “I'm actually on my way to Texas.”
“You are?” He replied in what Jensen could on describe as shock. “Why?”
“Is something wrong with Jared? Is that why you're calling?” Jensen had the feeling that there was something Misha didn't want to tell him.
“He went into labor late last night. He's okay... but uh... well, the baby's in the NICU. I'm guessing that since you're on your way here, I don't have to ask you to come here.” He coughed. “Where are you?”
“Germany. My flight leaves in about thirty minutes and I'll be there around dinnertime there.” He was trying not to let panic sink in. The baby was in the NICU - two months early. “Can you tell Jared I'm on my way?”
“I will.” There was a pause. “Call me when you land.”
“Sure - and thank you.” Jensen waited for the man to hang up before he did. As he turned off his cell and put back in his bag, he tried to keep his mind from panicking. The baby had come early. The baby was very early - what was the survival rate for an infant born two months before its due date? What was he going to do? He hadn't planned on this happening - he'd been hoping to talk to Jared, maybe have dinner, have long conversations - something. First thing he'd have to do is take care of the medical bills. Jared would most likely be stubborn and refuse help, but this meant a lot to him. From the sound of it, Jared wasn't entirely back on his feet yet. It was for their child he was going to do this - he didn't need to be repaid, he had to do this. He ran a hand through his hair, silently praying that his flight wouldn't be delayed.
*
Jared had drifted in and out of sleep all day long. He wasn't even strong enough to go down to the NICU and see his little girl. Between the excitement, the pain medication and the barrage of tests, he'd lost track of time. He couldn't even remember what he'd had to eat today. He knew it had to be fairly late in the day, possibly already nighttime. He grunted softly and then he felt a pair of hands close over his. They were soft, the thumb of the top one was gently rubbing the back of his.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”
Jared turned his head slowly and then opened his eyes. “Jen?”
“Yeah.” The man smiled weakly. “Sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”
“I thought you were in Argentina.” He coughed. “Glad you're here.”
“Me too.” He sat back slightly, but didn't let go of his hand. “They tell you I was coming?”
“Yeah. I just...” He coughed. “Didn't expect to see you this soon.”
“I was actually already on my way here when Misha called me.” Jensen raised one of his hands to brush hair of out Jared's face. “Doctors say you've been sleeping most of the day.”
“I was scared.” He closed his eyes. “I think I want to go to the NICU. See my baby girl.”
“You want me to get a nurse?” Jensen sat up a little straighter.
“Would you?” He frowned for a moment. “Is it past visiting hours?”
“Yes.” Jensen's smile became an almost smirk. “That's what the nurse on the desk told me. Then I told him I could get Pippa Middleton's autograph for him.”
“You know that woman?” Jared asked, coughing.
Jensen stood up. “Well, I did go to her sister's wedding. I'll go get a nurse and then we'll get you down to see your baby girl.”
“Thanks.” Jared smiled a little stronger as Jensen turned and went to the door. “Jen?”
“Yes?” He turned around, half in, half out of the room.
“She's your little girl too, you know.” He swallowed.
“I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, Jay.” He turned and vanished up the hall.
Jared would have pulled himself into a sit, but the last thing he needed to do at this point was pull a muscle or injure himself in some other way. He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts jumbled. Jen had come here - earlier than expected. Perhaps when he wasn't loaded with pain medication and his emotions were a little more under control, the two of them could talk about how they could possibly work out their relationship.
*
“It's... she's going to be fine, isn't she?” Jared couldn't believe the tiny little girl in the incubator was actually here and not still inside of him - she wasn't supposed to be here until March. His thoughts were cut off when he felt Jensen squeeze his shoulder.
“She's going to be more than fine, Jay. Before you know it, we'll have to chase her.” He set his head against Jared's, smiling. “She's beautiful.”
“That she is.” He swallowed. “Wish I could hold her.” He reached forward and slid his hand into the incubator, rubbing the girl's tiny hand with his finger. “They want to make sure there's nothing wrong with me and for her to be a little more steady.”
Jensen nodded and just crouched down next to the man, one arm around his shoulders. He wanted to tell Jared that everything was going to be fine, that the three of them were going to be fine, but right now that seemed rather difficult. Instead he just gave the man a one armed hug and watched their little girl sleep.
****
“So how do you propose we do this long distance thing?” Jared was glad that Jensen hadn't come to beg him to marry him. But he had a feeling that was still on the man's mind.
“Exactly what it sounds like. We stick to emails, phone calls and I'll come and visit you here a few times a year. You don't have to come to Biryal unless you really want too - press here in the States won't be an issue. There's enough trashy celebrities to keep the tabloids occupied. Security, however, might pose a problem” Jensen adjusted his hold on his coffee mug. “This is more of a matter of when you go to work and someone has to watch Ginny for you.”
“I don't think a daycare is going to hand over a kid to someone not on an authorization list, Jen. They aren't as bad as you think they are.”
“Jared, I know what people will do for the right amount of money. I know people who bribe judges for a living. I know the judges they've bribed. You take one run-of-the mill daycare worker who's up to their neck in debt, make under thirty grand a year and open a briefcase full of money in front of them to forget who picked up a particular kid... or hell, just get a gun and threaten to start shooting if they don't hand a certain kid over?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you're paranoid?” Jared shook his head. “Look, how about whatever daycare I find, you have some security team double check - though I suspect you have people who can do background checks on the workers and all the parents as well - will that work?”
“I'm sorry to be such an ass about this.” He took a drink from his mug. “It's habit.”
“People would talk plenty if I stated I had a nanny and a body guard for the girl.” Jared sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Though I can sort of see your point.”
“I don't want to complicate things. I'm just trying to think ahead.” Jen covered his eyes with his hand. “I think the issue here is that both of us can explain the way were raised for hours, but neither of us can understand the other. Prime example being that when you were a kid, you could go outside and play until you were dirty almost any day of the week. For me, playing outside until I was covered in dirt was something I only got to do on vacation - and even then I still got a lecture on looking tidy.”
Jared nearly laughed. “That does make sense, I suppose. Look, I don't want Ginny growing up feeling different from other kids - and don't start on how she is different...”
“Would you agree to an au pair? At least until the girl is old enough for preschool-preschool? That's what, two years old for some places?” Jensen had a feeling he might be fighting a loosing battle.
“You're really serious about this no-daycare thing, aren't you?” Jared leaned back in his chair, sighing. “The girl only got out of the NICU two days ago.” He frowned, thinking. “I'll agree to it - as long as whoever we hire isn't aware of who her other parent is. I don't mean to be an asshole, but honestly, I don't want Ginny being treated like well, you know...”
“A little princess?” Jensen deadpanned.
“Yeah. Well, I know that technically she is one, I just don't...” He started to say.
“Want her turning into a spoiled brat.” Jensen cut in.
“Exactly.” He took another breath. “I know you probably think that's really weird and I'm being hormonal and...”
“I understand perfectly. I've seen plenty of princesses who are just like what we don't want Giovanna turning into.” He rubbed his temple. “That's why at state dinners where the room is packed with royals I always make it a point next to try and sit next to Princess Arabella of Denmark. We may be ten years apart in age, but at least we can have a decent conversation on books, video games and the latest Russel Crowe movie.”
Jared chortled. “I think I wouldn't mind sitting next to her at dinner either. Shouldn't she be into Edward Cullen at her age?”
“Hell no. She despises that entire book and movie series. I know for a fact that she's got a dartboard with Cullen's face on it. One of her sister in law's brothers got it for her I think.” He took a drink of coffee. “I wish I could stay here longer, but I can't. I've been gone from home long enough as it is.”
“I know.” Jared wrapped his hands around his mug. “I was hoping you could at least stay until we brought our little girl home from the hospital.”
“Sucks.” Jensen drank the last of his coffee. “I'm planning on stopping by the hospital tomorrow morning before my flight.” He got up from his seat and came over to join Jared on the couch, hugging him close. “Wish I could take the two of you back with me.”
“Wish you could stay.” He wrapped his arms around Jensen's waist. “You think you could come and see us sometime in June?”
“June I can do. I'm not expected anywhere major until the end of July when I go watch the fourteen athletes of my country march in the opening ceremonies in London.” Jensen kissed the side of Jared's face.
“You think you'll be on TV?” Jared said, half serious, half sarcastic.
“Possibly. We're the lovely little group in blue between Belarus and Bosnia-Herzegovina.” He paused. “Though I think we have more athletes than Bosnia.”
“I think that you do. I guess now I have to watch the opening ceremonies just to see if you're going to be on there.” He kissed Jensen's cheek. “Ginny and I will be waving at you anyway.”
“You're sweet.” He tightened the hug. “Already miss you and I haven't left.”
“I'm going to keep you buried in pictures.” Jared smiled, closing his eyes, rather content as they settled back on the couch.
“You better.” He smoothed the younger man's hair. “I don't want to forget what she looks like.”
“I won't let you do that.” He took a breath. “Promise.”
**
Jensen settled his daughter in the crook of his arm, the tiny face resting against a cloth draped over his shoulder. “Already getting big, Giovanna.” He whispered softly in Italian. “Someday I hope you and your daddy will come and live with me. I don't know how I can make it happen, but there's nothing more in the world I want than that.” He kissed the soft patch of hair on the top of her head. “Sweet baby girl.”
“Majesty, we need to leave if we are to arrive home on time.” A voice said softly from across the room and he looked up.
“One more minute.” He swallowed hard and stood, carrying the infant back to her crib. “Just let me put her down.” He needed as much time as he possibly could - he'd already been here three weeks, three whole weeks - and still he wanted to stay. His hands were shaking as he put the tiny infant down, every instinct in his body screaming at him to not let the girl go, to keep her with him, to keep her close. “I'll come see you soon, Giovanna.” He whispered against the girl's ear, kissing her again before straightening up and heading for the door.
Jensen managed to not cry until the plane carrying him back to Biryal was airborne.
**
“Look at that hat.” Misha said, half laughing. “That hat is just what makes that outfit.”
Jared looked slightly abashed as he set the carrier down on the counter, taking a good look at his little girl. After a month and a half in the hospital, she was finally home. The coming home outfit had been a gift from Jensen. Actually, a lot of gifts had been flooding in courtesy of Jensen. He supposed that in the world of royal gossip, word had gotten out - and all those friends of his had more or less attacked the baby registry list Jared had put together at Babies R Us and created a veritable deluge of gifts - some things on the list, some not at all.
The carrier had come from Misha and Jeff - and honestly? Half the clothes? Just reading the laundry labels on them made Jared not want to put Ginny in them. The outfit from Jen however, was the exception. The pink flowered dress with the ruffles around her waist was cute - and Misha was right, the hat did make the outfit. The pink floral sunhat tied under her chin in a bow and really - given that the occupant of the carrier was asleep and was completely oblivious to how she was being cooed over? Jared tried not to mind. He undid the buckles and picked up his little girl, who only managed a whimper as she was moved from the carrier to her daddy's arms.
“Your papa loves to dress you up, that's for certain.” He kissed her cheek. “Thanks for all your help, Misha.”
“Not a problem.” He took the carrier down from the counter and set it on the floor, out of the way. “I think you're going to need help with all the thank you notes.”
“Already handled, well - sort of.” Jared adjusted his hold on his daughter. “I'm just supposed to make a list of who sent what, email it to Jen and he'll write them all.” He gave his friend a look. “I still feel like I should send it all back.”
“Don't do that.” Misha said as Jared sat on the couch and Sadie hopped up next to them, sniffing the girl. “They might see it as an insult.”
“Point.” He shook his head at the basket across the room from him, where several cashmere blankets rested. “What am I supposed to do with heavy blankets? It barely gets under fifty around here.”
“You'll find a use.” Misha sat down in the chair across from Jared and poked into the basket. “Heck, you could sew them together to make a bigger blanket for her to take to college.”
Jared goggled at his friend. “College? Really Misha, can't she cut her first tooth before we start thinking about college?”
Misha chuckled. “No, Jared. You have to get her started on SAT prep right away.”
He smirked at looked down at his little girl. “Don't listen to your uncle Misha. He's silly.”
“I'm not nearly as silly as her uncle Jeff.”
In response, Jared laughed.
*
The au pair came in the form of a willowy girl from Florence, Italy by the name of Octavia. She was taking classes at UTSA. She was quiet, loved Ginny like a little sister and, quite frankly, coming home from work and finding things clean - Jared was glad Jensen talked him to hiring her.
***
Jensen's trip to Texas was derailed by threat of a labor strike. He'd had to reschedule the trip for the start of August, leaving from London rather than Biryal. Sitting in a box in the Olympic Stadium with the Biryal Prime Minister, her husband and the Head of the Biryal Olympic Committee, Jensen thought of Jared, sitting in that small guest house, or even in Jeff's house, with Ginny. True, this wasn't being broadcast live in the States, since it was one in the afternoon there, but still.
“How can this city be so hot?” The prime minister fanned herself.
“I think it's the lack of breeze.” Jensen replied, “Not to mention when we did this two years ago in Vancouver, there was snow on the ground and it was below freezing.”
“People are always so surprised when our country marches in at the winter games.” She shook her head. “Jensen, I've been up to my neck in work, are we expected to medal this year?”
“Our rowing team is excellent and is predicted to at least take home the bronze - as is our rhythmic gymnastics team, for the first time since the USSR boycotted the games.”
*
Jared shifted Ginny on his lap as they watched the Parade of Nations. He was going to put the girl to bed as soon as Biryal marched into the stadium - and then get back to folding laundry while the rest of the parade went on. Octavia had gone home to Italy for a few weeks during a school break. “Wonder if we'll ever go to one of these.” He leaned back in the couch, letting Ginny fall back against his chest. “I'll bet the noise in there is just horrible. That woman who seemed to do the roll call of nations in all the opening ceremonies was calling out the name 'Belgium.' “Though I will admit, those fireworks are pretty amazing.”
There were about thirty people on the team for Belgium, and then came a group about the same size from Belarus.
“Biryal!” The speaker said and a familiar royal blue flag with seven stars arranged in a circle entered the stadium. Just as Jen had told him, there were fourteen members on the team. A moment later the scene cut away to another part of the stadium, showing a group of three people waving. John Tesh's voice carried over the roar of the crowd.
“That is the Prime Minister of Biryal, Madam Iris Kelska and her husband, Theodore. With them is his majesty King Jensen. Biryal, for those of you who do not know is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea, near Italy.”
The second voice cut in. “From the expressions on their faces, I think someone in that box told a joke, John.”
Jared looked at the group and saw the mirth in Jen's eyes. “There's papa, Ginny. He's going to come and see us in a few days.” He stood up and carried the girl into her room as the country of Bosnia-Herzegovina was announced.
**
Jensen resolved that he wasn't going to talk about marriage unless Jared brought it up first. While his mother was still insisting that he just bring the two of them back to Biryal and work on their relationship there, Jensen had to be fair to Jared. He just wished it was easier. He scanned the numbers on the board in front of him before hitting the call button.
“Yes?” Jared's voice sounded odd through the speaker.
“It's me, Jay.” He felt very uncomfortable standing with his back to the street. He knew Jared lived in a perfectly safe neighborhood, but it was instinct.
“See you in a few.” Jared replied and there was a buzzing sound as the lock was released.
Jensen swung the door open and hurried to the elevator. He'd been waiting for this trip since the left Texas the last time. He wasn't even surprised when he got to Jared's floor and the man was standing in the doorway, beaming at him.
“You made it!” He stepped aside to let Jen come into the room and then hugged him as soon as the door was closed.
Jensen hugged him back and kissed his cheek. “I'm just glad I didn't have any flight delays. The chaos in Heathrow alone had me worried I'd be late.”
Jared guided him down the short hallway. “Well, Ginny just woke up from her nap - I think she's about ready to eat.”
“Is Octavia here?” They came into the family room, where Ginny was lying in her pack 'n play, giggling.
“No, it's her afternoon out.” He reached down and picked the baby up. “You want to feed her?”
“Can I?” Jensen's arms were aching with the want to hold his little girl.
“Of course.” He handed the baby over, helping Jen adjust his hold. “I'll go grab the bottle - then, if you two will be fine, I'm going to get a shower.”
Jensen sat down in the rocking chair, cradling Ginny and spreading a spit rag over his shoulder at the same time. “She's gotten big.” He called out as Jared went into the kitchen.
“She's still only around ten pounds.” He replied. “Though she was barely five when you saw her last.”
“I know.” Jensen felt his voice catch in his throat. “I still wish I had been able to stay back then.” He rocked the chair gently, focused on the tiny face that was watching him intently. “I think she is going to have your eyes, Jay.”
Jared came back into the room and handed Jensen a bottle. “I wouldn't be to sure, Jen. Her eyes could still change.” He paused. “You do remember how to feed a baby, right?”
“Yes, Jay.” Jensen's cheeks went slightly pink as he adjusted his hold on the bottle and a moment later, Ginny began to suck on the offered nipple.
“Just checking.” He brushed off his hands. “I shouldn't be too long in the shower, she'll let you know when she's had enough and...”
“I know, burp her when she's finished.” He smiled up at him.
“Yeah.” He leaned down, kissed the top of Jensen's head and headed for his bedroom.
Jensen watched the little girl eat, smiling down at her. “And here your daddy tells me I worry too much.”
*
Jared had thought long and hard about the arrangement between him and Jensen. Part of him very much wanted to just accept the proposal, pack up and go to Biryal At the same time, he didn't want to be so utterly dependent on someone like that. It wasn't so much for himself he wanted to say yes, but for Ginny. Ginny needed that kind of safety and security - and at the same time, the idea of her growing up under a spotlight like that was almost as terrifying as being a single parent. However he knew that the marriage thing had to be on Jensen's mind constantly.
“Jared, you're going to stare a hole into the table if you're not careful.” Jensen's voice cut into his musings and he looked up.
“Huh?”
“You've been glaring at the table for about five solid minutes. Are you okay?” He checked on Ginny, who was asleep in her carrier next to him.
“I'm fine.” He straightened up as the waiter came to their table and set their salads down in front of them. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” He replied.
“This looks wonderful, thank you.” Jensen added.
“Yes, sirs. You entrees should be ready shortly.” He stepped away from the table.
Jared picked up his fork. “And thank you for not wanting Tex-Mex.”
“I've been wanting Italian food for days.” Jen smiled. “English food isn't my favorite. Besides, I get Tex-Mex for a midnight snack from room service.”
He laughed in response. “I can believe that.”
“Laugh all you want. You should have told me how amazing fried ice cream is.” Jensen let out a breath. “Look, Jay - I uh, wanted to ask you something.”
“If it's what I think it is, you know I'm not going to say yes.” Jared couldn't believe Jen was going to bring up marriage before dinner was even half over.
“It's not that.” He set a box on the table that was about the size of a piece of sandwich bread. “It has to do with Ginny.”
“You can't take her.” He nearly dropped his fork. What the fuck did Jensen think he was doing?
“Just... hear me out. I'm not going to be taking Ginny anywhere.” He took a deep breath. “You know I am an only child and currently unmarried.”
“Yes.” Jared put his fork down. “I don't suppose I can open that, can I?”
He set his hand on it. “In a moment. I would like your permission to go to the parliament of Biryal and have Giovanna formerly recognized as my successor to the throne. This is not a permanent thing. It can be changed. If by some chance we part ways and we both marry someone else, the title of heir apparent can be given to someone else.” He pushed the box across the table towards him.
Jared flipped it open to find a small tiara that looked more like a bracelet than something that would go on a person's head. It was silver in color and two small stones glittered in the lace work above the band that would rest on the head. “I didn't know they made tiaras that small.”
“Neither did I. The first time I saw it when I was eight, I thought it was a bracelet.” He poked at his salad.
“I... I won't have to bring her over for some kind of ceremony, will I?” Jared closed the box, keeping his hand on the lid. “I'm a little nervous about... what might happen if I did.”
Jensen understood what he meant right away. “No, Jay. You won't have to do that.”
“Okay. Just... I don't want people knowing where she is, all that.” He looked slightly relieved. “And uh... does this stay here?” He tapped the box.
“It kind of does have to go back with me.” Jensen sighed. “There's a ceremonial thing tied to it and all.”
“Can we have a professional photograph taken of her wearing it first?”
Jensen laughed. “Absolutely!”
**
There was almost no news about what happened in Biryal after Jensen's return in the States. Jared knew because he checked. True, it was mentioned in Google alerts, but how many people had 'Biryal' listed as a notification tag? Jared adjusted the star on the top of the Christmas tree, still disappointed that the holiday was keeping Jensen in Biryal. He looked back in the pack 'n play, where Ginny was watching him, her rattle in her mouth.
“Look good?” He smiled brightly as the girl dropped her toy and clapped her hands, her green eyes shining with delight. “Yeah, I think so too."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Misha/Jeff
Warnings:Mpreg
Summary:Written for the abused_sammy challenge. Jared's having an awful year. He's been fired, evicted and he caught his boyfriend cheating on him. With not much to stand on, no family save for friends, Jared goes with his friends to the Mediterranean country of Biryal for a month-long vacation. While there, he meets Jensen Ross, who is unlike anyone Jared has ever met. What should have just been a summer romance is the start of something neither of the two men expected. For starters, Jensen is keeping one very large secret from Jared. Namely that he's the crown prince.
Jensen told his mother about Jared being pregnant over breakfast. He didn't bring up the fact that he'd already known, however. He'd also placed a call to the private detective, telling him that his services were not needed at this time. Thankfully, Mr. Barrie was very understanding - given what Jensen had paid him, the man couldn't really complain. Naturally, his mother went into full-on duty mode, insisting that he find a way to convince Jared to marry him. In truth, that's all he'd thought about since August. He was stunned, however, when she told him that she would go to Argentina while he went to Texas to make an effort in wooing Jared. Jensen was half convinced his mother was doing that as an excuse to get out of some kind of dinner thing with the Queen of England. He never really enjoyed their parties much either, as the damn press was so obsessed with that family it was disgusting.
He adjusted his grip on his carry-on bag as he hustled through the airport in Frankfort. It was a ten hour flight from there to San Antonio, but it'd be non-stop, and really, flying to Germany instead of to Spain or England had turned his layover from four hours to one. As he reached his gate, his cellphone went off and as he dug it out of his pocket, he frowned at the unfamiliar number - some area code in the States. “Hello?”
“Jensen? It's... it's Misha, do you remember me?” The man's voice sounded exhausted.
“Yes. How are you?” He was glad that Misha hadn't started cursing at him.
“I'm fine. I was actually sort of hoping to get your voice-mail, so uh...”
Jensen sat down in a chair, frowning. “Misha, is something wrong?”
“Have you left for Argentina yet?”
“No, I'm not going. There's been a change of plans.” He let out a breath. “I'm actually on my way to Texas.”
“You are?” He replied in what Jensen could on describe as shock. “Why?”
“Is something wrong with Jared? Is that why you're calling?” Jensen had the feeling that there was something Misha didn't want to tell him.
“He went into labor late last night. He's okay... but uh... well, the baby's in the NICU. I'm guessing that since you're on your way here, I don't have to ask you to come here.” He coughed. “Where are you?”
“Germany. My flight leaves in about thirty minutes and I'll be there around dinnertime there.” He was trying not to let panic sink in. The baby was in the NICU - two months early. “Can you tell Jared I'm on my way?”
“I will.” There was a pause. “Call me when you land.”
“Sure - and thank you.” Jensen waited for the man to hang up before he did. As he turned off his cell and put back in his bag, he tried to keep his mind from panicking. The baby had come early. The baby was very early - what was the survival rate for an infant born two months before its due date? What was he going to do? He hadn't planned on this happening - he'd been hoping to talk to Jared, maybe have dinner, have long conversations - something. First thing he'd have to do is take care of the medical bills. Jared would most likely be stubborn and refuse help, but this meant a lot to him. From the sound of it, Jared wasn't entirely back on his feet yet. It was for their child he was going to do this - he didn't need to be repaid, he had to do this. He ran a hand through his hair, silently praying that his flight wouldn't be delayed.
*
Jared had drifted in and out of sleep all day long. He wasn't even strong enough to go down to the NICU and see his little girl. Between the excitement, the pain medication and the barrage of tests, he'd lost track of time. He couldn't even remember what he'd had to eat today. He knew it had to be fairly late in the day, possibly already nighttime. He grunted softly and then he felt a pair of hands close over his. They were soft, the thumb of the top one was gently rubbing the back of his.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”
Jared turned his head slowly and then opened his eyes. “Jen?”
“Yeah.” The man smiled weakly. “Sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”
“I thought you were in Argentina.” He coughed. “Glad you're here.”
“Me too.” He sat back slightly, but didn't let go of his hand. “They tell you I was coming?”
“Yeah. I just...” He coughed. “Didn't expect to see you this soon.”
“I was actually already on my way here when Misha called me.” Jensen raised one of his hands to brush hair of out Jared's face. “Doctors say you've been sleeping most of the day.”
“I was scared.” He closed his eyes. “I think I want to go to the NICU. See my baby girl.”
“You want me to get a nurse?” Jensen sat up a little straighter.
“Would you?” He frowned for a moment. “Is it past visiting hours?”
“Yes.” Jensen's smile became an almost smirk. “That's what the nurse on the desk told me. Then I told him I could get Pippa Middleton's autograph for him.”
“You know that woman?” Jared asked, coughing.
Jensen stood up. “Well, I did go to her sister's wedding. I'll go get a nurse and then we'll get you down to see your baby girl.”
“Thanks.” Jared smiled a little stronger as Jensen turned and went to the door. “Jen?”
“Yes?” He turned around, half in, half out of the room.
“She's your little girl too, you know.” He swallowed.
“I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, Jay.” He turned and vanished up the hall.
Jared would have pulled himself into a sit, but the last thing he needed to do at this point was pull a muscle or injure himself in some other way. He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts jumbled. Jen had come here - earlier than expected. Perhaps when he wasn't loaded with pain medication and his emotions were a little more under control, the two of them could talk about how they could possibly work out their relationship.
*
“It's... she's going to be fine, isn't she?” Jared couldn't believe the tiny little girl in the incubator was actually here and not still inside of him - she wasn't supposed to be here until March. His thoughts were cut off when he felt Jensen squeeze his shoulder.
“She's going to be more than fine, Jay. Before you know it, we'll have to chase her.” He set his head against Jared's, smiling. “She's beautiful.”
“That she is.” He swallowed. “Wish I could hold her.” He reached forward and slid his hand into the incubator, rubbing the girl's tiny hand with his finger. “They want to make sure there's nothing wrong with me and for her to be a little more steady.”
Jensen nodded and just crouched down next to the man, one arm around his shoulders. He wanted to tell Jared that everything was going to be fine, that the three of them were going to be fine, but right now that seemed rather difficult. Instead he just gave the man a one armed hug and watched their little girl sleep.
****
“So how do you propose we do this long distance thing?” Jared was glad that Jensen hadn't come to beg him to marry him. But he had a feeling that was still on the man's mind.
“Exactly what it sounds like. We stick to emails, phone calls and I'll come and visit you here a few times a year. You don't have to come to Biryal unless you really want too - press here in the States won't be an issue. There's enough trashy celebrities to keep the tabloids occupied. Security, however, might pose a problem” Jensen adjusted his hold on his coffee mug. “This is more of a matter of when you go to work and someone has to watch Ginny for you.”
“I don't think a daycare is going to hand over a kid to someone not on an authorization list, Jen. They aren't as bad as you think they are.”
“Jared, I know what people will do for the right amount of money. I know people who bribe judges for a living. I know the judges they've bribed. You take one run-of-the mill daycare worker who's up to their neck in debt, make under thirty grand a year and open a briefcase full of money in front of them to forget who picked up a particular kid... or hell, just get a gun and threaten to start shooting if they don't hand a certain kid over?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you're paranoid?” Jared shook his head. “Look, how about whatever daycare I find, you have some security team double check - though I suspect you have people who can do background checks on the workers and all the parents as well - will that work?”
“I'm sorry to be such an ass about this.” He took a drink from his mug. “It's habit.”
“People would talk plenty if I stated I had a nanny and a body guard for the girl.” Jared sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Though I can sort of see your point.”
“I don't want to complicate things. I'm just trying to think ahead.” Jen covered his eyes with his hand. “I think the issue here is that both of us can explain the way were raised for hours, but neither of us can understand the other. Prime example being that when you were a kid, you could go outside and play until you were dirty almost any day of the week. For me, playing outside until I was covered in dirt was something I only got to do on vacation - and even then I still got a lecture on looking tidy.”
Jared nearly laughed. “That does make sense, I suppose. Look, I don't want Ginny growing up feeling different from other kids - and don't start on how she is different...”
“Would you agree to an au pair? At least until the girl is old enough for preschool-preschool? That's what, two years old for some places?” Jensen had a feeling he might be fighting a loosing battle.
“You're really serious about this no-daycare thing, aren't you?” Jared leaned back in his chair, sighing. “The girl only got out of the NICU two days ago.” He frowned, thinking. “I'll agree to it - as long as whoever we hire isn't aware of who her other parent is. I don't mean to be an asshole, but honestly, I don't want Ginny being treated like well, you know...”
“A little princess?” Jensen deadpanned.
“Yeah. Well, I know that technically she is one, I just don't...” He started to say.
“Want her turning into a spoiled brat.” Jensen cut in.
“Exactly.” He took another breath. “I know you probably think that's really weird and I'm being hormonal and...”
“I understand perfectly. I've seen plenty of princesses who are just like what we don't want Giovanna turning into.” He rubbed his temple. “That's why at state dinners where the room is packed with royals I always make it a point next to try and sit next to Princess Arabella of Denmark. We may be ten years apart in age, but at least we can have a decent conversation on books, video games and the latest Russel Crowe movie.”
Jared chortled. “I think I wouldn't mind sitting next to her at dinner either. Shouldn't she be into Edward Cullen at her age?”
“Hell no. She despises that entire book and movie series. I know for a fact that she's got a dartboard with Cullen's face on it. One of her sister in law's brothers got it for her I think.” He took a drink of coffee. “I wish I could stay here longer, but I can't. I've been gone from home long enough as it is.”
“I know.” Jared wrapped his hands around his mug. “I was hoping you could at least stay until we brought our little girl home from the hospital.”
“Sucks.” Jensen drank the last of his coffee. “I'm planning on stopping by the hospital tomorrow morning before my flight.” He got up from his seat and came over to join Jared on the couch, hugging him close. “Wish I could take the two of you back with me.”
“Wish you could stay.” He wrapped his arms around Jensen's waist. “You think you could come and see us sometime in June?”
“June I can do. I'm not expected anywhere major until the end of July when I go watch the fourteen athletes of my country march in the opening ceremonies in London.” Jensen kissed the side of Jared's face.
“You think you'll be on TV?” Jared said, half serious, half sarcastic.
“Possibly. We're the lovely little group in blue between Belarus and Bosnia-Herzegovina.” He paused. “Though I think we have more athletes than Bosnia.”
“I think that you do. I guess now I have to watch the opening ceremonies just to see if you're going to be on there.” He kissed Jensen's cheek. “Ginny and I will be waving at you anyway.”
“You're sweet.” He tightened the hug. “Already miss you and I haven't left.”
“I'm going to keep you buried in pictures.” Jared smiled, closing his eyes, rather content as they settled back on the couch.
“You better.” He smoothed the younger man's hair. “I don't want to forget what she looks like.”
“I won't let you do that.” He took a breath. “Promise.”
**
Jensen settled his daughter in the crook of his arm, the tiny face resting against a cloth draped over his shoulder. “Already getting big, Giovanna.” He whispered softly in Italian. “Someday I hope you and your daddy will come and live with me. I don't know how I can make it happen, but there's nothing more in the world I want than that.” He kissed the soft patch of hair on the top of her head. “Sweet baby girl.”
“Majesty, we need to leave if we are to arrive home on time.” A voice said softly from across the room and he looked up.
“One more minute.” He swallowed hard and stood, carrying the infant back to her crib. “Just let me put her down.” He needed as much time as he possibly could - he'd already been here three weeks, three whole weeks - and still he wanted to stay. His hands were shaking as he put the tiny infant down, every instinct in his body screaming at him to not let the girl go, to keep her with him, to keep her close. “I'll come see you soon, Giovanna.” He whispered against the girl's ear, kissing her again before straightening up and heading for the door.
Jensen managed to not cry until the plane carrying him back to Biryal was airborne.
**
“Look at that hat.” Misha said, half laughing. “That hat is just what makes that outfit.”
Jared looked slightly abashed as he set the carrier down on the counter, taking a good look at his little girl. After a month and a half in the hospital, she was finally home. The coming home outfit had been a gift from Jensen. Actually, a lot of gifts had been flooding in courtesy of Jensen. He supposed that in the world of royal gossip, word had gotten out - and all those friends of his had more or less attacked the baby registry list Jared had put together at Babies R Us and created a veritable deluge of gifts - some things on the list, some not at all.
The carrier had come from Misha and Jeff - and honestly? Half the clothes? Just reading the laundry labels on them made Jared not want to put Ginny in them. The outfit from Jen however, was the exception. The pink flowered dress with the ruffles around her waist was cute - and Misha was right, the hat did make the outfit. The pink floral sunhat tied under her chin in a bow and really - given that the occupant of the carrier was asleep and was completely oblivious to how she was being cooed over? Jared tried not to mind. He undid the buckles and picked up his little girl, who only managed a whimper as she was moved from the carrier to her daddy's arms.
“Your papa loves to dress you up, that's for certain.” He kissed her cheek. “Thanks for all your help, Misha.”
“Not a problem.” He took the carrier down from the counter and set it on the floor, out of the way. “I think you're going to need help with all the thank you notes.”
“Already handled, well - sort of.” Jared adjusted his hold on his daughter. “I'm just supposed to make a list of who sent what, email it to Jen and he'll write them all.” He gave his friend a look. “I still feel like I should send it all back.”
“Don't do that.” Misha said as Jared sat on the couch and Sadie hopped up next to them, sniffing the girl. “They might see it as an insult.”
“Point.” He shook his head at the basket across the room from him, where several cashmere blankets rested. “What am I supposed to do with heavy blankets? It barely gets under fifty around here.”
“You'll find a use.” Misha sat down in the chair across from Jared and poked into the basket. “Heck, you could sew them together to make a bigger blanket for her to take to college.”
Jared goggled at his friend. “College? Really Misha, can't she cut her first tooth before we start thinking about college?”
Misha chuckled. “No, Jared. You have to get her started on SAT prep right away.”
He smirked at looked down at his little girl. “Don't listen to your uncle Misha. He's silly.”
“I'm not nearly as silly as her uncle Jeff.”
In response, Jared laughed.
*
The au pair came in the form of a willowy girl from Florence, Italy by the name of Octavia. She was taking classes at UTSA. She was quiet, loved Ginny like a little sister and, quite frankly, coming home from work and finding things clean - Jared was glad Jensen talked him to hiring her.
***
Jensen's trip to Texas was derailed by threat of a labor strike. He'd had to reschedule the trip for the start of August, leaving from London rather than Biryal. Sitting in a box in the Olympic Stadium with the Biryal Prime Minister, her husband and the Head of the Biryal Olympic Committee, Jensen thought of Jared, sitting in that small guest house, or even in Jeff's house, with Ginny. True, this wasn't being broadcast live in the States, since it was one in the afternoon there, but still.
“How can this city be so hot?” The prime minister fanned herself.
“I think it's the lack of breeze.” Jensen replied, “Not to mention when we did this two years ago in Vancouver, there was snow on the ground and it was below freezing.”
“People are always so surprised when our country marches in at the winter games.” She shook her head. “Jensen, I've been up to my neck in work, are we expected to medal this year?”
“Our rowing team is excellent and is predicted to at least take home the bronze - as is our rhythmic gymnastics team, for the first time since the USSR boycotted the games.”
*
Jared shifted Ginny on his lap as they watched the Parade of Nations. He was going to put the girl to bed as soon as Biryal marched into the stadium - and then get back to folding laundry while the rest of the parade went on. Octavia had gone home to Italy for a few weeks during a school break. “Wonder if we'll ever go to one of these.” He leaned back in the couch, letting Ginny fall back against his chest. “I'll bet the noise in there is just horrible. That woman who seemed to do the roll call of nations in all the opening ceremonies was calling out the name 'Belgium.' “Though I will admit, those fireworks are pretty amazing.”
There were about thirty people on the team for Belgium, and then came a group about the same size from Belarus.
“Biryal!” The speaker said and a familiar royal blue flag with seven stars arranged in a circle entered the stadium. Just as Jen had told him, there were fourteen members on the team. A moment later the scene cut away to another part of the stadium, showing a group of three people waving. John Tesh's voice carried over the roar of the crowd.
“That is the Prime Minister of Biryal, Madam Iris Kelska and her husband, Theodore. With them is his majesty King Jensen. Biryal, for those of you who do not know is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea, near Italy.”
The second voice cut in. “From the expressions on their faces, I think someone in that box told a joke, John.”
Jared looked at the group and saw the mirth in Jen's eyes. “There's papa, Ginny. He's going to come and see us in a few days.” He stood up and carried the girl into her room as the country of Bosnia-Herzegovina was announced.
**
Jensen resolved that he wasn't going to talk about marriage unless Jared brought it up first. While his mother was still insisting that he just bring the two of them back to Biryal and work on their relationship there, Jensen had to be fair to Jared. He just wished it was easier. He scanned the numbers on the board in front of him before hitting the call button.
“Yes?” Jared's voice sounded odd through the speaker.
“It's me, Jay.” He felt very uncomfortable standing with his back to the street. He knew Jared lived in a perfectly safe neighborhood, but it was instinct.
“See you in a few.” Jared replied and there was a buzzing sound as the lock was released.
Jensen swung the door open and hurried to the elevator. He'd been waiting for this trip since the left Texas the last time. He wasn't even surprised when he got to Jared's floor and the man was standing in the doorway, beaming at him.
“You made it!” He stepped aside to let Jen come into the room and then hugged him as soon as the door was closed.
Jensen hugged him back and kissed his cheek. “I'm just glad I didn't have any flight delays. The chaos in Heathrow alone had me worried I'd be late.”
Jared guided him down the short hallway. “Well, Ginny just woke up from her nap - I think she's about ready to eat.”
“Is Octavia here?” They came into the family room, where Ginny was lying in her pack 'n play, giggling.
“No, it's her afternoon out.” He reached down and picked the baby up. “You want to feed her?”
“Can I?” Jensen's arms were aching with the want to hold his little girl.
“Of course.” He handed the baby over, helping Jen adjust his hold. “I'll go grab the bottle - then, if you two will be fine, I'm going to get a shower.”
Jensen sat down in the rocking chair, cradling Ginny and spreading a spit rag over his shoulder at the same time. “She's gotten big.” He called out as Jared went into the kitchen.
“She's still only around ten pounds.” He replied. “Though she was barely five when you saw her last.”
“I know.” Jensen felt his voice catch in his throat. “I still wish I had been able to stay back then.” He rocked the chair gently, focused on the tiny face that was watching him intently. “I think she is going to have your eyes, Jay.”
Jared came back into the room and handed Jensen a bottle. “I wouldn't be to sure, Jen. Her eyes could still change.” He paused. “You do remember how to feed a baby, right?”
“Yes, Jay.” Jensen's cheeks went slightly pink as he adjusted his hold on the bottle and a moment later, Ginny began to suck on the offered nipple.
“Just checking.” He brushed off his hands. “I shouldn't be too long in the shower, she'll let you know when she's had enough and...”
“I know, burp her when she's finished.” He smiled up at him.
“Yeah.” He leaned down, kissed the top of Jensen's head and headed for his bedroom.
Jensen watched the little girl eat, smiling down at her. “And here your daddy tells me I worry too much.”
*
Jared had thought long and hard about the arrangement between him and Jensen. Part of him very much wanted to just accept the proposal, pack up and go to Biryal At the same time, he didn't want to be so utterly dependent on someone like that. It wasn't so much for himself he wanted to say yes, but for Ginny. Ginny needed that kind of safety and security - and at the same time, the idea of her growing up under a spotlight like that was almost as terrifying as being a single parent. However he knew that the marriage thing had to be on Jensen's mind constantly.
“Jared, you're going to stare a hole into the table if you're not careful.” Jensen's voice cut into his musings and he looked up.
“Huh?”
“You've been glaring at the table for about five solid minutes. Are you okay?” He checked on Ginny, who was asleep in her carrier next to him.
“I'm fine.” He straightened up as the waiter came to their table and set their salads down in front of them. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” He replied.
“This looks wonderful, thank you.” Jensen added.
“Yes, sirs. You entrees should be ready shortly.” He stepped away from the table.
Jared picked up his fork. “And thank you for not wanting Tex-Mex.”
“I've been wanting Italian food for days.” Jen smiled. “English food isn't my favorite. Besides, I get Tex-Mex for a midnight snack from room service.”
He laughed in response. “I can believe that.”
“Laugh all you want. You should have told me how amazing fried ice cream is.” Jensen let out a breath. “Look, Jay - I uh, wanted to ask you something.”
“If it's what I think it is, you know I'm not going to say yes.” Jared couldn't believe Jen was going to bring up marriage before dinner was even half over.
“It's not that.” He set a box on the table that was about the size of a piece of sandwich bread. “It has to do with Ginny.”
“You can't take her.” He nearly dropped his fork. What the fuck did Jensen think he was doing?
“Just... hear me out. I'm not going to be taking Ginny anywhere.” He took a deep breath. “You know I am an only child and currently unmarried.”
“Yes.” Jared put his fork down. “I don't suppose I can open that, can I?”
He set his hand on it. “In a moment. I would like your permission to go to the parliament of Biryal and have Giovanna formerly recognized as my successor to the throne. This is not a permanent thing. It can be changed. If by some chance we part ways and we both marry someone else, the title of heir apparent can be given to someone else.” He pushed the box across the table towards him.
Jared flipped it open to find a small tiara that looked more like a bracelet than something that would go on a person's head. It was silver in color and two small stones glittered in the lace work above the band that would rest on the head. “I didn't know they made tiaras that small.”
“Neither did I. The first time I saw it when I was eight, I thought it was a bracelet.” He poked at his salad.
“I... I won't have to bring her over for some kind of ceremony, will I?” Jared closed the box, keeping his hand on the lid. “I'm a little nervous about... what might happen if I did.”
Jensen understood what he meant right away. “No, Jay. You won't have to do that.”
“Okay. Just... I don't want people knowing where she is, all that.” He looked slightly relieved. “And uh... does this stay here?” He tapped the box.
“It kind of does have to go back with me.” Jensen sighed. “There's a ceremonial thing tied to it and all.”
“Can we have a professional photograph taken of her wearing it first?”
Jensen laughed. “Absolutely!”
**
There was almost no news about what happened in Biryal after Jensen's return in the States. Jared knew because he checked. True, it was mentioned in Google alerts, but how many people had 'Biryal' listed as a notification tag? Jared adjusted the star on the top of the Christmas tree, still disappointed that the holiday was keeping Jensen in Biryal. He looked back in the pack 'n play, where Ginny was watching him, her rattle in her mouth.
“Look good?” He smiled brightly as the girl dropped her toy and clapped her hands, her green eyes shining with delight. “Yeah, I think so too."