There was a slight hum in the air around them in that moment. Tension flowed through out the room, creating an even more uncomfortable situation. Cody's hand was squeezing the phone tightly; the young man's hands were turning a ghastly shade of white and blue. Noah was sitting next to Cody, his expression unreadable. For a single moment you could hear a pin drop, and then the silence was followed by chaos. Cody sobbed until his sobs turned into screams. Noah just sat there looking as passive as ever, not even trying to calm his husband down. Cody ran off somewhere to be alone, smashing the phone on the floor in the process of his fit. After a few minuets, Noah got up, picked up the phone, and threw it away; along with an assortment of blankets, toys, and children's books. The words that had broken his and Cody's heart still echoed in his head.

"We're sorry but we've decided to keep the baby. We think it would be better if she lived in a traditional family."

One month later

Noah-growing up with many siblings-was never fond of kids. Actually, correct that; he was never fond of other family's kids. He found that kids in other families were spoiled, aggravating, and stupid. Noah hated little brats like that. But he didn't hate all kids. He was quite fond of his younger cousins growing up; a fact he would never admit to many others. Being the youngest in his immediate family, he found it nice to have some one look up to him for a change. He remembered one particular Christmas when his little cousin Lauran wanted a bike but her parents couldn't afford it after all the bills were paid. But somehow on Christmas morning there was a blue and purple bike leaning against the tree with no note attached. Noah worked extra shifts at the book store for months just to get her it. He convinced his brothers and sisters he spent the extra money on a new gaming system.

Bottom line, Noah loved kids as long as they didn't scream at you because you got them the iPod instead of an iPhone 4s. When Izzy and Eva asked about what happened with the adoption, Noah just shrugged and said that it just wasn't meant to be. No big deal. Noah was an excellent liar. It wouldn't be as bad if this was the first time this happened, but this wasn't the first time. It was the fifth. Each with the same argument.

"We want our child to grow up in a traditional family."

Bullshit. That's what that was. If people wanted traditional families they shouldn't have forgotten the damn condom. Still, life goes on. Noah still gets up, goes to work, gets paid, and goes home. He can still maintain a sort of common ground. It was Cody he worried about. Cody was an awkward, only child who though any type of little kid-be it kind, rude, smart, or stupid-was a gem. He had managed to hold together with the other rejections but this was the straw that broke the camels back.

Noah sighed as he pulled into the driveway of their small town house. Though a man of few human emotions, he hated to see Cody this upset. Cody seemed to be on the road to self destruction and Noah had no way to help him. Unlocking to door to the town house, he was engulfed by darkness. Only a dim lamp was on; it seemed that that same lamp was all the light Cody could take now of days.

His thoughts going to Cody, Noah saw him asleep on the love seat covered in candy wrappers and grease. Sloppy. That's what Cody had become. He had never been the cleanest of people but he had never been sloppy. Noah ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a moment. He went over to Cody and picked the smaller boy up with more effort than it should have been. Honestly, Cody wasn't really the 'smaller boy' he had been. Comfort food had taken its toll as could be seen clearly on Cody's waist. It wasn't to terribly much, he wasn't fat. But he was gaining a certain element of chubbiness to his figure. Noah never complained or mentioned it to him though. He thought that a few extra pounds could be understandable.

'Soon though,' Noah though, 'it isn't just going to be a few extra pounds.'

Noah really had no room to complain though. What Cody had gained he seemed to have lost. The book worms eyes had sunk in slightly and his ribs were more prominent than they should have been. Setting Cody down on their bed; Noah though of all the things that had changed between him and Cody.

Cody never smiled or laughed. He didn't stay up passed midnight playing video games with Noah anymore. Cody never dragged Noah to stupid zoos or restaurants any more. He didn't even kiss him good bye in the mornings. Noah used to think that having Cody kiss him before he left for work or having him come by in the afternoon with his lunch and sitting on his lap in front of his coworkers was embarrassing and a little annoying. Now he would do anything for the doe eyed boy to do it again.

Noah laid down beside Cody, wrapping his arms around his husbands middle. Cody's old pants still fit, but Noah could tell just brushing his stomach that they were getting too snug. Just like his were getting too loose. It was a good thing Noah was no where near a mirror; the reflection he would see back would be utterly pathetic.

"Cody," He whispered, "What am I ever going to do with you?"

Cody made a little sound in his sleep that was somewhere between a grunt and a yawn. Noah gave a sad smile before closing his eyes and going to sleep with his arms still protectively around Cody, as if that alone could keep the poor boy away from harm forever.

This is just chapter one. It might be a little OOC but I'll work on that. And I know I shouldn't really have to clarify this but I'm going to do it anyway 'cause I'm super paranoid-No this is not a WG kink. I'm just writing how I think the characters would react in a time of stress. No offence if WG is your thing, I don't really judge or care. So pleas Read and Review. (Favs are nice but reviews are nicer!)