Not Yet 3/3
Title: Not Yet, Pt 3
Author: glambertfan
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG
Summary: "Prop 8's still in effect, dummy." "Oh fuck Prop 8. The government can't tell me who I can and can't marry."
Disclaimer: I do not own Kristopher Allen or Adam Lambert, unfortunately. They are people and as such belong to themselves and each other. They are also musicians and as such belong to 19E
Author's Note: ok, so I thought I would finish out this fic before I headed out to the hospital in like 4 hours. Enjoy! Also, mrsmaggiemae
and I have decided to combine a bunch of my fics into a little series. These are first, and then I Just Love You and Sleeping In. When I get home I'm going to write a part about when they first get together which, obviously, goes before this bit. Sorry it's out of order, it was an entirely unintentional connection.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Over the next few days the reality of the situation began to sink in. Kris and Adam had done the easy part, letting their families know the good news, but now they were stuck with the more difficult tasks. The first thing the boys discussed was the where. Although both would prefer to wed in one of their home states, they knew that this was impossible (stupid ignorant legislatures).
“I want to get married in California.”
“Adam, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Prop 8’s still in effect, dummy.”
“Oh fuck Prop 8. The government can’t tell me who I can and can’t marry.”
“Ok, well, they kinda can.” Adam let out an agitated sigh. “How about a compromise?” Kris suggested.
“What kind of compromise?” Adam asked, his interest piqued.
“Why don’t we have two ceremonies or something? An unofficial one in LA and then an official one somewhere in New England.” Adam considered the idea. Leave it to Kris to come up with such a practical plan when Adam was being dramatic.
The first ceremony was simple, small. The couple invited their closest friends and anyone who couldn’t make it to the wedding that was to be held in New Hampshire in a week’s time. They wore simple suits for the ceremony, nothing too fancy, though Adam couldn’t help but dress his outfit up a bit with of sequins, flashy jewelry and some pretty slick boots. For a reception they all went out to Adam’s favorite club, which they’d rented for the evening, and spent the night drinking and partying in a way that only someone from Los Angeles knows how. After a very short night Kris and Adam were on a plane to New Hampshire to finish up any last minute wedding details.
The wedding was beautiful, perfect. Adam and Kris were wed on a warm September evening at Ashworth by the Sea in Hampton Beach. The ceremony took place on the beach, where both Adam’s and Kris’ mothers had complete meltdowns. Their attire was much like the first celebration, only dressier. Adam, despite telling Kris that he wanted nothing more than to wear a Vera Wang wedding gown (“It was a joke, Kristopher!” “Well, good, because I don’t know how well that’d go over.”), wore a white Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo that bore a striking resemblance to his outfit for “Feeling Good.” Kris, meanwhile, was dressed in a classic, black tux. Everyone they loved had come together for them; even Katy was there to show her support. Kris knew it was hard for her, knew she was thinking of their own wedding, but the fact that she was there meant everything to him.
The interesting part, however, was the reception. Adam was pulled away by Mrs. Allen almost as soon as the wedding party reached the ballroom where the reception was being held. Kris, he could see, had been similarly pulled aside by Mrs. Lambert. This ought to be interesting Adam mused silently.
“Adam, dear,” Mrs. Allen began and already he knew he was in for quite an interesting conversation. “I was wondering if, by any chance, now that you’re married and everything, if you two would be looking to start a family soon? I mean, I know you’re busy with everything, but just know that I’d be more than willing to babysit any little ones.” He laughed, he couldn’t help it.
“We haven’t actually discussed it yet, Mrs. Allen,”
“Oh, please, call me Mama,” she interjected.
“Ok, uh, Mama, we haven’t had time to think about it, but I promise we will.”
Meanwhile, across the ballroom, Kris was having a very similar conversation with his own mother-in-law.
“Kris, darling,” she began, smiling that same “I’m up to something” smile that Adam had.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Honey, you don’t have to call me ma’am, call me Leila.”
“Alright, ma’am - er, Leila.” She smiled at him and placed a comforting hand on his cheek. Sometimes Kris was amazed at how like his mother Adam really was.
“Kris, dear, well, we - Adam’s father and I - were wondering if you’d considered expanding your little family? I’m not getting any younger and Neil isn’t likely to give me any grandchildren for at least a little while, and well, it’d be nice, that’s all I’m saying.” Kris’ face had begun to tinge red as soon as the word ‘expanding’ escaped Leila Lambert’s lips and grew steadily redder as she continued. Adam must have sensed something was off because before she’d even finished her thought he was beside them.
“Ma, leave him alone, we just got hitched,” he said with a light-hearted sigh.
“I was just saying is all,” she protested as Adam hugged her.
“Ma, stop. Please?” She laughed but ultimately agreed, hugging and congratulating the two.
As the night wore on they were congratulated by their friends and families, though after the semi-debacle with their respective mothers-in-law they tried their damndest to remain together, not letting either get cornered. Some of their friends from Idol had even managed to clear their busy schedules in order to show their faces. Lil, Anoop, Megan, Jesse, Ryan, even Gokey had stopped by. Allison had quickly congratulated them before being whisked away by her mother (“you cannot monopolize the grooms, Allie”). Matt, of course, couldn’t stop cracking jokes. (“So, are you gonna have 15 or 20 kids? Cos we all know how much you two can love.”) Finally only one of their guests had yet to approach them.
“Congratulations, Kris, Adam.” Her voice was soft, sweet. It had been far too long since either of them had heard that voice.
“It’s good to see you, Katy,” Kris responded honestly because, despite the fact that roughly a year and a half ago he’d discovered that he no longer loved her the way she deserved, that he loved another, Kris still loved Katy in his own way. There were no hard feelings between the two, no grudges or resentment. Katy hadn’t understood at first how the man, whom she loved so deeply, so wholly, could fall in love with someone else, but then again, she didn’t know Adam as well back then. Her soft southern accent was a blistering reminder of all the things that Kris had given up, though, Kris thought, I got one Hell of a consolation prize.
“Could I borrow Adam for a moment, Kristopher? I promise I won’t hurt him,” she asked, eyes earnest, a joking smile breaking out across her face.
“Yes, ma’am, of course,” Kris said, reciprocating the smile and hugging her gently and kissing her cheek. He gave Adam a quick kiss before Katy led him off to the side of the ballroom, out of the way of the chaos of celebration.
“Congratulations, Adam, really.” Katy said, her smile faltering slightly. Adam knew there was more that she wanted to say, but he wasn’t going to push her, he’d done enough to her for one lifetime. Unintentionally, of course, but still, he had those moments where his Jewish guilt kicked in and he couldn’t help but feel horrible for what he’d done. He waited as Katy took a deep, shaky breath, and as she pressed her eyes shut against the emotion, the tears, she was trying to deny and express in the same moment Adam knew what she wanted to say.
“Don’t worry about him, Kate.” He said, melodic voice soft, as he placed a comforting hand on her cheek. “I couldn’t hurt him if I tried, not without killing myself in the process.” Katy let out a single sob and Adam knew that he’d interpreted her intentions correctly.
“You’re a good guy, Adam Lambert,” she said, wiping away the tears she had let fall, expressing in that one sentence everything she’d been wanting, needing, to tell him. He pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I need to get going, tell Kris congratulations again and I promise I’ll call you soon.”
“Will do.”
“Oh, and I promise I’ll come visit when you guys have kids,” she added with a smirk. Obviously she had been talking to their mothers. Adam stood shaking his head and watching her retreating figure for a moment before Kris walked up beside him.
“What did she want?”
“Nothing important, she said she’ll call soon.” Adam beamed down at his husband husband! and pulled him tight against his side. By this point the party was winding down and there were only a few guests left lingering.
Before they knew what was happening they were both tackled from behind and, were it not for Adam’s annoyingly large build and exceptionally graceful nature, would’ve been thrown to the ground. “HEY!” Allison yelled, pulling them both into a tight hug. “I figured now that everyone was gone I could hog you all I wanted without being yelled at. Besides, my mom just went to bed.” She smiled up at the two men she considered to be brothers and couldn’t help but laugh. “You two are too adorable for words, by the way.”
“Erm, thanks Ally Cat, could you possibly let us go?” Kris said, though his words were muffled as he was squashed between the two others.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” She grinned sheepishly at him, “got a little over-excited.”
“We noticed,” Adam laughed.
“So,” she continued, pulling back from the hug and instead throwing an arm around either man, “what’s this I hear about children?”
“You too?” Kris groaned.
“Hey now, I want lots of nieces and nephews to spoil absolutely rotten.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, any kids we have will be spoiled rotten by me,” Adam smiled. The trio, who had been separated for far too long as far as any of them were concerned, sat and talked until late into the night. At around 3:30 in the morning Allison almost fell asleep at the table where they sat. “Allison, love, you need to go to bed before you pass out right here.” Adam said sweetly. “And we should try to get some sleep before we leave tomorrow, too,” he added, turning to Kris.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I’m keeping you from your wedding night!” Allison exclaimed, suddenly wide-awake. Kris’ entire being turned deep scarlet at the insinuation.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled while the other two laughed.
“Night, boys.” She said, standing from the table and exiting the ballroom.
“She’s a piece of work,” Adam laughed.
“Always was, but that’s why we love her.” Kris responded, leaning his head against Adam’s shoulder.
“Tired, baby?”
“A little, it was a long day. I didn’t expect a lecture on grandchildren already.”
“Tell me about it. Your mama cornered me, too. That’s why she pulled me away before.” They both laughed at their respective mothers and how adorably sweet they were. “The good news is we have a babysitter whenever we do decide to have kids.” Adam chuckled again and Kris could feel the movement.
“Well, that’s always good. Sorry you got cornered like that.”
“Hah, yeah right, I got it easy. You’re the one who got the Jewish mother treatment.”
“Yeah, that was not so much fun.”
“That wasn’t even the half of it, love.” Adam smiled, knowing that his mother had held back as much as possible, as much as she could in light of the situation. They fell into a comfortable silence, basking in the after-glow of their monumental day. “So what do you think?” Adam wondered quietly.
“Hmm? About?” Kris replied, eyes closed.
“Kids.” Kris sat up off of Adam’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. His stunning blue eyes were filled with something Kris was not accustomed to; apprehension.
“I think that I want kids if you want kids.” He answered honestly. “And you’d make a great Dad. Interesting, sure, but great.”
“I think I want nothing more than I want to start a family with you, but right now what do you say about starting our wedding night?” Adam said, slowly closing his lips upon his husband’s husband’s! for the first time in far too long.
Author: glambertfan
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG
Summary: "Prop 8's still in effect, dummy." "Oh fuck Prop 8. The government can't tell me who I can and can't marry."
Disclaimer: I do not own Kristopher Allen or Adam Lambert, unfortunately. They are people and as such belong to themselves and each other. They are also musicians and as such belong to 19E
Author's Note: ok, so I thought I would finish out this fic before I headed out to the hospital in like 4 hours. Enjoy! Also, mrsmaggiemae
and I have decided to combine a bunch of my fics into a little series. These are first, and then I Just Love You and Sleeping In. When I get home I'm going to write a part about when they first get together which, obviously, goes before this bit. Sorry it's out of order, it was an entirely unintentional connection.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Over the next few days the reality of the situation began to sink in. Kris and Adam had done the easy part, letting their families know the good news, but now they were stuck with the more difficult tasks. The first thing the boys discussed was the where. Although both would prefer to wed in one of their home states, they knew that this was impossible (stupid ignorant legislatures).
“I want to get married in California.”
“Adam, we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Prop 8’s still in effect, dummy.”
“Oh fuck Prop 8. The government can’t tell me who I can and can’t marry.”
“Ok, well, they kinda can.” Adam let out an agitated sigh. “How about a compromise?” Kris suggested.
“What kind of compromise?” Adam asked, his interest piqued.
“Why don’t we have two ceremonies or something? An unofficial one in LA and then an official one somewhere in New England.” Adam considered the idea. Leave it to Kris to come up with such a practical plan when Adam was being dramatic.
The first ceremony was simple, small. The couple invited their closest friends and anyone who couldn’t make it to the wedding that was to be held in New Hampshire in a week’s time. They wore simple suits for the ceremony, nothing too fancy, though Adam couldn’t help but dress his outfit up a bit with of sequins, flashy jewelry and some pretty slick boots. For a reception they all went out to Adam’s favorite club, which they’d rented for the evening, and spent the night drinking and partying in a way that only someone from Los Angeles knows how. After a very short night Kris and Adam were on a plane to New Hampshire to finish up any last minute wedding details.
The wedding was beautiful, perfect. Adam and Kris were wed on a warm September evening at Ashworth by the Sea in Hampton Beach. The ceremony took place on the beach, where both Adam’s and Kris’ mothers had complete meltdowns. Their attire was much like the first celebration, only dressier. Adam, despite telling Kris that he wanted nothing more than to wear a Vera Wang wedding gown (“It was a joke, Kristopher!” “Well, good, because I don’t know how well that’d go over.”), wore a white Dolce and Gabbana tuxedo that bore a striking resemblance to his outfit for “Feeling Good.” Kris, meanwhile, was dressed in a classic, black tux. Everyone they loved had come together for them; even Katy was there to show her support. Kris knew it was hard for her, knew she was thinking of their own wedding, but the fact that she was there meant everything to him.
The interesting part, however, was the reception. Adam was pulled away by Mrs. Allen almost as soon as the wedding party reached the ballroom where the reception was being held. Kris, he could see, had been similarly pulled aside by Mrs. Lambert. This ought to be interesting Adam mused silently.
“Adam, dear,” Mrs. Allen began and already he knew he was in for quite an interesting conversation. “I was wondering if, by any chance, now that you’re married and everything, if you two would be looking to start a family soon? I mean, I know you’re busy with everything, but just know that I’d be more than willing to babysit any little ones.” He laughed, he couldn’t help it.
“We haven’t actually discussed it yet, Mrs. Allen,”
“Oh, please, call me Mama,” she interjected.
“Ok, uh, Mama, we haven’t had time to think about it, but I promise we will.”
Meanwhile, across the ballroom, Kris was having a very similar conversation with his own mother-in-law.
“Kris, darling,” she began, smiling that same “I’m up to something” smile that Adam had.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Honey, you don’t have to call me ma’am, call me Leila.”
“Alright, ma’am - er, Leila.” She smiled at him and placed a comforting hand on his cheek. Sometimes Kris was amazed at how like his mother Adam really was.
“Kris, dear, well, we - Adam’s father and I - were wondering if you’d considered expanding your little family? I’m not getting any younger and Neil isn’t likely to give me any grandchildren for at least a little while, and well, it’d be nice, that’s all I’m saying.” Kris’ face had begun to tinge red as soon as the word ‘expanding’ escaped Leila Lambert’s lips and grew steadily redder as she continued. Adam must have sensed something was off because before she’d even finished her thought he was beside them.
“Ma, leave him alone, we just got hitched,” he said with a light-hearted sigh.
“I was just saying is all,” she protested as Adam hugged her.
“Ma, stop. Please?” She laughed but ultimately agreed, hugging and congratulating the two.
As the night wore on they were congratulated by their friends and families, though after the semi-debacle with their respective mothers-in-law they tried their damndest to remain together, not letting either get cornered. Some of their friends from Idol had even managed to clear their busy schedules in order to show their faces. Lil, Anoop, Megan, Jesse, Ryan, even Gokey had stopped by. Allison had quickly congratulated them before being whisked away by her mother (“you cannot monopolize the grooms, Allie”). Matt, of course, couldn’t stop cracking jokes. (“So, are you gonna have 15 or 20 kids? Cos we all know how much you two can love.”) Finally only one of their guests had yet to approach them.
“Congratulations, Kris, Adam.” Her voice was soft, sweet. It had been far too long since either of them had heard that voice.
“It’s good to see you, Katy,” Kris responded honestly because, despite the fact that roughly a year and a half ago he’d discovered that he no longer loved her the way she deserved, that he loved another, Kris still loved Katy in his own way. There were no hard feelings between the two, no grudges or resentment. Katy hadn’t understood at first how the man, whom she loved so deeply, so wholly, could fall in love with someone else, but then again, she didn’t know Adam as well back then. Her soft southern accent was a blistering reminder of all the things that Kris had given up, though, Kris thought, I got one Hell of a consolation prize.
“Could I borrow Adam for a moment, Kristopher? I promise I won’t hurt him,” she asked, eyes earnest, a joking smile breaking out across her face.
“Yes, ma’am, of course,” Kris said, reciprocating the smile and hugging her gently and kissing her cheek. He gave Adam a quick kiss before Katy led him off to the side of the ballroom, out of the way of the chaos of celebration.
“Congratulations, Adam, really.” Katy said, her smile faltering slightly. Adam knew there was more that she wanted to say, but he wasn’t going to push her, he’d done enough to her for one lifetime. Unintentionally, of course, but still, he had those moments where his Jewish guilt kicked in and he couldn’t help but feel horrible for what he’d done. He waited as Katy took a deep, shaky breath, and as she pressed her eyes shut against the emotion, the tears, she was trying to deny and express in the same moment Adam knew what she wanted to say.
“Don’t worry about him, Kate.” He said, melodic voice soft, as he placed a comforting hand on her cheek. “I couldn’t hurt him if I tried, not without killing myself in the process.” Katy let out a single sob and Adam knew that he’d interpreted her intentions correctly.
“You’re a good guy, Adam Lambert,” she said, wiping away the tears she had let fall, expressing in that one sentence everything she’d been wanting, needing, to tell him. He pulled her into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I need to get going, tell Kris congratulations again and I promise I’ll call you soon.”
“Will do.”
“Oh, and I promise I’ll come visit when you guys have kids,” she added with a smirk. Obviously she had been talking to their mothers. Adam stood shaking his head and watching her retreating figure for a moment before Kris walked up beside him.
“What did she want?”
“Nothing important, she said she’ll call soon.” Adam beamed down at his husband husband! and pulled him tight against his side. By this point the party was winding down and there were only a few guests left lingering.
Before they knew what was happening they were both tackled from behind and, were it not for Adam’s annoyingly large build and exceptionally graceful nature, would’ve been thrown to the ground. “HEY!” Allison yelled, pulling them both into a tight hug. “I figured now that everyone was gone I could hog you all I wanted without being yelled at. Besides, my mom just went to bed.” She smiled up at the two men she considered to be brothers and couldn’t help but laugh. “You two are too adorable for words, by the way.”
“Erm, thanks Ally Cat, could you possibly let us go?” Kris said, though his words were muffled as he was squashed between the two others.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” She grinned sheepishly at him, “got a little over-excited.”
“We noticed,” Adam laughed.
“So,” she continued, pulling back from the hug and instead throwing an arm around either man, “what’s this I hear about children?”
“You too?” Kris groaned.
“Hey now, I want lots of nieces and nephews to spoil absolutely rotten.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, any kids we have will be spoiled rotten by me,” Adam smiled. The trio, who had been separated for far too long as far as any of them were concerned, sat and talked until late into the night. At around 3:30 in the morning Allison almost fell asleep at the table where they sat. “Allison, love, you need to go to bed before you pass out right here.” Adam said sweetly. “And we should try to get some sleep before we leave tomorrow, too,” he added, turning to Kris.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I’m keeping you from your wedding night!” Allison exclaimed, suddenly wide-awake. Kris’ entire being turned deep scarlet at the insinuation.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbled while the other two laughed.
“Night, boys.” She said, standing from the table and exiting the ballroom.
“She’s a piece of work,” Adam laughed.
“Always was, but that’s why we love her.” Kris responded, leaning his head against Adam’s shoulder.
“Tired, baby?”
“A little, it was a long day. I didn’t expect a lecture on grandchildren already.”
“Tell me about it. Your mama cornered me, too. That’s why she pulled me away before.” They both laughed at their respective mothers and how adorably sweet they were. “The good news is we have a babysitter whenever we do decide to have kids.” Adam chuckled again and Kris could feel the movement.
“Well, that’s always good. Sorry you got cornered like that.”
“Hah, yeah right, I got it easy. You’re the one who got the Jewish mother treatment.”
“Yeah, that was not so much fun.”
“That wasn’t even the half of it, love.” Adam smiled, knowing that his mother had held back as much as possible, as much as she could in light of the situation. They fell into a comfortable silence, basking in the after-glow of their monumental day. “So what do you think?” Adam wondered quietly.
“Hmm? About?” Kris replied, eyes closed.
“Kids.” Kris sat up off of Adam’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. His stunning blue eyes were filled with something Kris was not accustomed to; apprehension.
“I think that I want kids if you want kids.” He answered honestly. “And you’d make a great Dad. Interesting, sure, but great.”
“I think I want nothing more than I want to start a family with you, but right now what do you say about starting our wedding night?” Adam said, slowly closing his lips upon his husband’s husband’s! for the first time in far too long.