JC awoke alone in the bed. He smiled remembering waking up during the night and finding Justin kneeling beside him talking to their baby. He stretched languorously. He rolled to his side and buried his nose in the pillow that Justin had slept on. He inhaled the clean fresh scent of Justin. His lounging around was soon brought to an end by a sudden urge to go to the bathroom.

JC stopped by Justin’s door on his way out of the bathroom. He hoped he wouldn’t find Justin asleep in his own bed. He liked Justin sleeping in his bed. The very thought of Justin leaving his bed to sleep alone caused an almost unbearable tightening in his chest. He held his breath as he slowly pushed the door open. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he noticed that Justin wasn’t in the bed and he saw his wallet and keys still on the dresser. He quietly closed the door and headed for the stairs. He heard the television as he neared the living room. He entered the room to find Justin sitting on the sofa with a notebook and pen in hand watching Teletubbies.

“What are you doing Just?” JC asked, grinning at Justin’s concentration on the children’s television show.

Justin smiled and grabbed JC’s hand, pulling him down beside him on the sofa. “Reviewing.” He said, looking down at the notebook and writing something in it.

“Reviewing Teletubbies?” JC asked, laughing as Justin shushed him.

Justin finally muted the television and turned to JC. “I’ve been watching a lot of different children’s programs for about three hours now. Our kid isn’t gonna be watching anything inappropriate.” He said, nodding his head as if the discussion was settled and he was right.

JC laughed and rubbed Justin’s head. “I hope you crossed this off the list then. It’s definitely not appropriate.”

“Really? Why isn’t it?” Justin asked, looking at JC curiously.

JC shrugged and grinned mischievously. “A while back there was this big thing going around, about one of those things being gay. We wouldn’t want the baby exposed to anything like that.” He said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh no, god forbid the baby be exposed to something that horrible. You dork, a gay Teletubby.” Justin laughed, smacking JC with a pillow.

JC grabbed another pillow and smacked Justin with it. “I’m serious; it’s that one kinky pinky or something like that.”

Justin laughed so hard tears were rolling and he nearly fell off the sofa. “Kinky pinky? Holy shit JC! They aren’t gonna name a character on a children’s show kinky pinky. His name is Tinky Winky.” Justin wheezed, trying to control his laughter.

“Shut up.” JC said, blushing as he smacked his laughing friend with the pillow once again.

“Oh god, that was so funny. I’m gonna call you kinky pinky from now on.” Justin grinned; ducking another hit from the pillow.

JC leapt forward knocking Justin onto his back on the sofa and straddled him. “You will not call me kinky pinky.” He stated, his face inches from Justin’s.

“Fine, I’ll just call you Pinky then.” Justin smiled leaning up and licking JC’s nose.

JC wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “Eww gross.”

“But you have a nice nose, Pinky.” Justin grinned, squirming as JC began tickling him.

JC stopped after a few minutes of tickling Justin. He rested on top of Justin with his head on Justin’s shoulder. Justin ran a hand through JC’s hair while the other rested on his lower back. JC lifted his head and looked down at Justin when he yawned.

“How early did you get up?” He asked, stroking Justin’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“Around five. I couldn’t sleep.” Justin said, yawning again.

JC raised up off of Justin. “You should go take a nap. It’s only eight thirty; the guys won’t be here for a couple of hours yet.”

Justin sat up and stretched. “Yeah, I guess I will. Do you need anything before I go up? Want me to fix you some breakfast?” He asked.

“No, I can get myself something to eat. You just go on up and get some sleep. As late as we got in you only slept a couple of hours if you got up that early.” JC said, standing up and pulling Justin with him.

“Ok, but yell if you need anything.” Justin said, wrapping his arms around JC and hugging him briefly.

~*~

JC ate some fruit that Justin had cleaned for him and then decided to try writing. He hadn’t written since finding out he was pregnant.

JC had been writing for about an hour when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and smiled brightly at Lance and Chris. He opened the door wide in invitation. He felt his throat tighten when he looked out at the drive and saw Joey alight from his car with Britney in tow. He wanted to close the door before they reached it. He knew that would solve nothing though and would just piss Joey off.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” JC said, turning to run up the stairs before Joey and Britney reached the door.

Lance watched JC’s retreating back curiously.

“What’s wrong babe?” Chris asked, noticing Lance’s scrutiny of JC.

“I think Britney induces vomiting in JC.” Lance said, frowning at his boyfriend’s sudden burst of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Joey asked, stopping in the entryway where Lance and Chris still stood.

Lance elbowed Chris. “JC had to run to the bathroom again.” He said, grinning when Joey grimaced.

“Aww, the poor baby.” Britney cooed, as Lance thought to himself that she wouldn’t be saying that if she knew the truth.

“Where’s Justin?” Joey barked, wanting the subject off of JC.

Lance glared at Joey, refusing to answer.

“Probably hiding from you.” Chris said, turning to head into the kitchen.

Joey scratched his head and looked at Lance in bewilderment. “Why would Justin be hiding from me?” He asked, totally oblivious as to what had gone down the night before.

“Jesus, you don’t remember hitting Justin?” Lance asked, fists clenching at his sides.

“I hit Justin? Is that what happened to my nose? Did Justin and I get into a fight?” Joey queried, shooting questions at a furious Lance.

“No you did not get into a fight with Justin. Justin has more respect for friendships than that. Unlike you.” Lance sneered, turning to follow Chris into the kitchen.

Joey groaned and rubbed his temples before following Lance into the kitchen. “If I didn’t get into a fight with Justin, why did I hit him?” He asked, becoming frustrated.

“Because you’re an asshole.” Lance stated, turning to pull the orange juice from the refrigerator.

Joey mumbled to himself for a few seconds before asking another question. “Ok, if I hit Justin but we didn’t get into a fight, who hit me?”

“Bobbee did.” Chris said, talking around a mouthful of banana.

Joey looked shocked. “Bobbee hit me? Why?”

“Yeah, she broke her hand trying to knock some sense into your drunken ass.” Chris said, laughing as Lance swatted his hand for taking his juice.

Britney yawned and stood from the chair she was sitting on. “I’m gonna go find Justin.” She said, heading for the door.

~*~

JC saw Britney entering Justin’s room as he came out of the bathroom. He knew he shouldn’t but he followed her. He stood in the doorway and watched her. He held his breath as she sat on the bed next to Justin. She ran her hand over his arm lightly. Justin moaned and turned onto his side, facing away from Britney. She leaned over and kissed the back of his neck and then tickled it lightly with the tip of her tongue. Justin chuckled, but didn’t roll over.

“Pinky.” Justin moaned, burying his face in the pillow.

JC’s breath hitched. He stood motionless.

Britney leaned down and licked Justin’s earlobe.

“Mmm, Pinky baby you keep doing that and you’re gonna have a hard time explaining to the guys why I refuse to get out of bed.” Justin said, stretching luxuriously.

“Pinky? Justin that’s so cute. I always wondered why we didn’t have nicknames for each other. Now I’ll have to come up with something for you.” Britney said, squealing as Justin rolled over in bed so fast that he nearly knocked her off it.

“Britney.” Justin said, eyes huge with surprise.

Britney misunderstood the look on Justin’s face. “Don’t worry baby. I won’t call you anything too silly.” She giggled.

Justin groaned, looking away from Britney and meeting sad blue eyes. He began to sit up. JC turned and ran from the room, nausea overtaking him once again.