Lance, Chris, and Joey rushed toward the front window in the living room of JC and Justin's house when they heard squealing tires. They'd been waiting there for Justin and JC to come back from a doctor's appointment. They were supposed to find out when the doctor planned to induce JC's labor and do the cesarean. The guys all wanted to be there when they got home. They'd been doing their best the past few weeks to show JC and Justin as much support as possible.

Lance looked from Chris to Joey with his brow furrowed in concern when JC came rushing into the house crying and Justin not far behind him slamming the door and swearing.

JC walked as fast as his ample girth would allow down the hall and into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. All eyes turned on Justin as he punched the wall beside one of the expensive yet in his opinion ugly paintings that JC insisted on littering their home with.

"What the hell's going on?" Joey being the only one with a death wish demanded.  

Justin turned icy eyes on Joey. "Don't fucking start with me, Joe." He warned before turning and heading down the hall toward the kitchen.

"Go see if you can talk to JC. I'll talk to Justin." Lance said to Joey and then turned to look at Chris. "And you should probably just stay right here and keep quiet."

~*~

Lance peeked around the kitchen door cautiously. "What Lance?" Justin asked throwing back a shot of what appeared to be vodka and then gave what sounded like a defeated sigh.

"What's wrong, Justin? You guys were so happy when you left for the doctor's appointment. What happened?" Lance asked, moving over to the table to sit across from Justin.

Justin poured another shot into the juice glass in front of him and drank it quickly before looking up at Lance. "Yeah well before we left for the doctor's appointment I didn't know what a selfish bastard he was." He growled.

"JC is the least selfish person I know, Justin. What the hell happened?" Lance queried, frowning as Justin had another drink.

Justin stood from his chair and stomped over to the door. He threw it open and stuck his head out into the hallway. "Why don't you come out and tell everybody what a selfish fucking bastard you are, JC?" He yelled in the direction of the bathroom.

"Justin, calm down and tell me what the hell is going on." Lance said, attempting to pull Justin away from the door.

"Let go." Justin said shaking Lance's hand off of his arm. "Come on JC. Tell everybody how you played me for a fucking fool." Justin shouted.

Lance gasped as the bathroom door down the hall flew open and Joey came running at Justin. He grasped Justin's arm trying to pull him back from the door but to no avail as Joey plowed into him shoving him back against doorjamb.

"What the fuck did you do? He's in there fucking bawling and throwing up." Joey growled, holding Justin tight and pressing his spine back into the wood.

Justin brought his hands up between them and shoved at Joey's chest. "Get the fuck off me. This is all your fucking fault." Justin screamed in Joey's face.

"Fuck you, Justin. I wasn't with you. How the hell is it my fault that JC comes back crying and throwing up and you're acting like a god damned five-year-old throwing a temper tantrum?" Joey asked, his breath fanning across Justin's face as he pushed him further into the wall.

Justin braced himself against the doorjamb and shoved with all of his strength throwing Joey off of him. "It is your fucking fault. Everything that's happened is your fault. You cheated on him so he sleeps with me to get back at you. And then he fucking only keeps me around because he knows you won't have him if he's knocked up by someone else. The only fucking reason he's ever wanted me around is because he's afraid you won't take care of the baby if something happens to him. I hope you're proud of yourself now, Joe. You've turned JC into a selfish fucking bastard just like you." He stared hard into Joey's eyes for a moment before running down the hallway and up the stairs.

"What the fuck happened?" Joey asked, turning to look at Lance.

Lance shook his head. "I have no idea." He said as Joey dropped into a chair at the table.

Joey and Lance both looked up startled as JC whispered from the door. "He hates me."

TBC