“So it’s true isn’t it?” Johnny asked, after having led JC into the kitchen.

“Johnny, I really need to get back in there. I don’t want them to start fighting again.” JC said, pointing in the direction of the living room.

Johnny sighed and rubbed his temples. “JC, I need the truth. There’s something going on with you and Justin isn’t there?” He asked.

Before JC could answer, Justin burst through the door out of breath. He rushed to JC’s side, glaring at Johnny. He took JC’s hand and rubbed his back soothingly, whispering something to JC that the older man couldn’t hear.

Justin turned a dark frown on Johnny. “Don’t ever corner him again. If you want to know something, you ask me. If JC’s upset, that makes me upset. I don’t like being upset. I don’t care if you’re our manager or the Queen of fucking England. Don’t mess with JC.” Justin warned menacingly.

JC calmed Justin as Johnny opened his mouth. Johnny stayed quiet and watched in awe as Justin nearly purred when JC stroked his face.

“It’s ok Justin. I think Johnny’s right. He deserves to know the truth; after all he has to help cover this up.” JC said, caressing Justin’s cheek and talking softly.

Justin nodded but stayed silent. JC took that as Justin’s agreement to tell Johnny the truth.

“Justin was telling the truth. Joey just didn’t want to believe it. It is Justin’s.” JC affirmed, his eyes never leaving Justin’s face.

Johnny cleared his throat before speaking. “You’re absolutely positive that it’s Justin’s? It couldn’t be Joey’s or anyone else’s?” Johnny queried, wincing at Justin’s sharp intake of breath. He knew Justin was about to explode once again.

Justin took a step toward Johnny. JC could almost see the steam coming from Justin’s ears. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist from behind, resting his forehead against the back of his neck.

“It’s Justin’s without a doubt. I’ve never been with anyone else that way. Only Justin. That’s the only thing that is even keeping me sane through this whole mess.” JC whispered his arms tightening around Justin’s waist and his lips lightly brushing the younger mans neck. He smiled to himself when he felt Justin’s whole body quiver.

Johnny nodded his acceptance of JC’s answer. “Ok, so that’s established. What do you two suggest we do now?” He asked hesitantly.

Justin shrugged while JC held him tightly.

“I believe I can help you with that.” Bobbee said, standing in the doorway and smiling as all eyes turned to her in shock.

“Oh god” Johnny said.

“Shit.” Justin whispered.

“Bobbee?” JC gasped, mouth gaping and eyes wide with confusion.

“What you boys don’t think I look good?” Bobbee grinned, running her hands over the bulge under her shirt.

Justin turned around and grasped JC by the arms, a question in his eyes.

“Oh for god sake Justin, she wasn’t pregnant last night was she? Even if she is it’s not mine.” JC snapped, frowning at Justin for wondering about something he damn well shouldn’t have even thought to begin with.

Justin let out a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, I know that Jayce. I guess I just needed to hear it or something. I don’t know.” He said, pulling JC back into his arms.

“Bobbee, you had a plan?” JC asked, turning slightly to look at his grinning ‘girlfriend’.

Bobbee smiled mischievously and walked further into the room. “You bet your sweet butt I do.” She said, laughing when Justin frowned.

“Well let’s hear it and leave out the comments about JC’s ass.” Justin ordered, moving to sit on a chair and pulling JC onto his lap.

Johnny rolled his eyes when JC leaned down and kissed Justin on the nose. “Are you two always like this? If you are, I don’t know how the hell Joey couldn’t believe you.”

Bobbee chuckled when JC blushed. “They don’t always kiss in front of people, just the ones that know. Isn’t it the cutest thing though? I want that someday. That will be new goal.” Bobbee said, shaking her head decisively and then added, “I want what you have.” She finished, looking at JC and Justin.

“Ouch.” JC squealed, attempting to loosen the arms that became tighter around him.

Justin lightened his hold and kissed the side of JC’s neck. “Sorry baby.”

“What’s wrong?” JC asked, noticing how tense Justin was.

“We can come up with a plan on our own. You can leave now, Bobbee.” Justin growled.

JC turned slightly on Justin’s lap and slapped his arm. “Justin, don’t be so rude. Bobbee offered to help and she has a plan. Let’s hear her out.”

JC frowned when Bobbee began laughing. “You’re not helping any.” He said, frowning.

“Sorry.” She gasped. “I can’t help it. Justin thinks when I said that I want what you have, I meant I want what he has.”

“Excuse me, but what the hell did you just say?” JC asked, confusion obvious.

Bobbee laughed even harder as Justin frowned and JC looked on confused. “Justin thought that I was saying that I want you.” She clarified.

Justin blushed. “Just tell us what the fucking plan is before I throw you out the window.” He growled.

“Yes, please do tell. I’m open for a suggestion that’s for damn sure.” Johnny said, pulling a roll of Tums out of his pocket and quickly eating two.

They all turned as the door burst open and everybody that was in the living room fell onto the kitchen floor in a pile.