Justin stomped down the stairs as the doorbell rang. "Can't anybody answer the door? Four fucking people sitting here and I have to come downstairs to answer the door." He growled, looking into the living room where Chris, Lance, JC, and Joey sat watching a movie.

JC looked sadly at the empty doorway Justin had just walked away from. Justin wouldn't talk to him unless it was necessary ever since the day he found out that JC was pregnant with his child. He knew that Justin was upset that he chose to stay with Joey. JC was just too afraid to be alone. Justin had Britney; JC had no one but Joey. He knew Joey loved him in his own messed up way. If Justin hadn't denied being gay or even bi so vehemently, JC may have left Joey in hopes that they could be together. He knew though, that he missed his best friend more than anything. It was hell living in a house with someone who won't talk to you if he doesn't have to. Especially when you were having that person's baby and you were pretty damn sure you were in love with them.

JC groaned inwardly as he heard Britney's high-pitched squeal. "I gotta go to the bathroom." He said, making his exit before she came in.

Lance followed JC with his eyes. He knew something was going on between JC and Justin, he just needed to get one of them alone long enough to confirm it.

"EEK, JC!" Britney screeched, running past Justin and into the living room.

Joey frowned at Britney's obvious excitement to see JC. "He's in the bathroom."

"Oh, the poor baby. Bobbee said he's been having a lot of morning sickness lately." Britney said sympathetically, dropping onto the sofa next to Joey.

Joey turned to look at Britney. "What exactly did Bobbee tell you?" He asked suspiciously.

"She told me that JC's going to have a beautiful little baby. It's so exciting! I wanna have a baby shower for him. I know Bobbee will help." Britney rattled on, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Justin looked at Joey nervously before turning to Britney. "Uh, Brit I don't think that's such a good idea right now." He said, picking at a ragged fingernail.

"But Justin, it would be so fun." Britney whined, crossing her arms and pouting.

"He doesn't need a fucking baby shower for a baby he's not keeping!" Joey roared, slamming his beer down on the coffee table.

Justin's chest tightened at Joey's words. "What?" He asked, afraid that he'd heard Joey right the first time.

"You heard me Justin. He's not keeping that thing." Joey repeated, reaching for his beer to wash away the disgust once again.

Justin stood from his seat beside Britney and moved toward Joey. "Joey, you can't make him do that." He argued, stepping around Britney.

"Shut up Justin. Why the fuck would I want somebody else's brat around? Besides, JC's hardly mommy material." Joey sneered.

Britney cut Justin off as he advanced on Joey. "Wait, the baby's not yours?" She asked, confusion wrinkling her brow as she eyed Joey.

"No Britney, it's not mine!" Joey yelled, throwing his empty bottle across the room and nearly hitting the TV.

"Well whose is it then?" Britney asked, turning toward Chris and Lance.

Chris watched the action in amusement as Lance watched Justin curiously.

"It's neither one of them. God Britney!" Justin said, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, I just assumed." Britney giggled and shrugged.

Justin walked toward the doorway and turned back to look at Britney. "Well don't assume anymore. If you don't know something for a fact, don't make a stupid assumption about it." He said, before walking out of the room.

Justin stomped down the hall toward the downstairs bathroom. JC had been gone for a while. He wanted to make sure he was ok. He'd been distant from JC since he'd found out about the baby. He didn't want to upset JC so he stayed away. Justin watched JC when they were both home, he worried about him. JC was too thin and didn't eat much. Justin hated grocery shopping but he'd started doing it once a week. He bought all kinds of fruits, vegetables and other healthy foods. He often cut and cleaned fruits and vegetables and put them in separate containers. JC would eat them if they were cleaned and all he had to do was grab the container from the fridge. He didn't like taking the time to prepare his food. He was glad that JC stayed in the house they shared rather than move in with Joey. Joey had asked JC to several times and was upset because JC turned him down.

"JC, are you in there?" Justin asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

Justin faintly heard JC answer. "Yes, come in Justin."

Justin opened the door cautiously, poking his head in first.

JC was leaning over the toilet, his head down and his body heaving. Justin hurriedly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and wet it. Justin kneeled beside JC and gently ran the wet cloth over his forehead and stroked his back.

"Thanks Just." JC whispered, glancing up at Justin.

"You feeling a little better now?" Justin asked, running his hand from JC's back up into his hair.

"Yeah, a little. I think I'm ok to get up now." JC said, placing his hands on the toilet seat for leverage and rising slowly with Justin supporting him.

Justin led JC over to the counter beside the sink. "Here, hop up." He instructed, tapping the counter with the palm of his hand.

JC turned around and with Justin's help scooted up onto the counter top. Justin wet the wash cloth again and gently washed JC's face.

"I need to brush my teeth." JC said, leaning his head on Justin's shoulder.

Justin wrapped one arm around JC's waist and ran the other through his hair lightly.

"I think we have a couple of new toothbrushes in the cabinet down here." Justin said, pulling away from JC and moving to look in the cabinet.

Justin came back with a toothbrush and a small travel size tube of toothpaste. "Here we go." He said, moving to the sink to prepare the toothbrush for JC.

JC nearly dropped the toothbrush when Justin put it in his hand. Justin sighed and took it back.

"Open up." Justin said, motioning toward JC's mouth with the toothbrush.

JC felt too weak to even argue about Justin brushing his teeth for him. Justin moved into the v between JC's legs. JC steadied himself by placing his hands on Justin's waist.

"Here rinse and then you're all done." Justin said, handing JC a small paper cup with water.

JC had to let go of Justin and turn slightly to spit into the sink. Justin held onto his waist.

"All done." Justin said, rubbing JC's nose with his own.

"And kissably fresh." JC grinned, poking his tongue out to touch Justin's upper lip.

"Mmm, maybe we should check just to be sure." Justin whispered just before his tongue snaked out to touch JC's.

Justin sucked JC's bottom lip into his mouth and gently bit it. JC groaned, deepening the k iss. He wrapped his legs around Justin; one hand was at the nape of his neck holding his head steady while the other slid up under his t-shirt. Justin's hands clamped on JC's ass pulling him closer. They were both lost in the familiar taste and feel of the other. JC stiffened when Justin's hand touched the slight bulge of his stomach. Justin's mouth left JC's. His tongue trailed along JC's jaw and stopped at his neck. He placed light kisses on JC's neck as he continued to caress his stomach.

"It's ok." Justin whispered, soothing JC. "I wanna feel our baby."

"Fuck it's your baby?"

JC and Justin jerked apart, startled by the interruption. Neither one had thought to lock the door.

TBC