ASOIAF: Modern!AU

Fawn

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Summary: Renly wants a baby. Loras is…hesitant.

Ch. 1—The Great Chase

Loras hated hospitals. He hated the smell. He hated how it looked, inside and out. And worst of all, he hated the people inside. The annoying nurses who never stopped pestering you or spoke above a whisper, making any sound louder than a pen dropping you make sound like an avalanche. The doctors who are always either incredibly, nerve-wrackingly vague or gravely blunt and only ever show their masked faces when you're ready to explode with anxiety. And those woeful patients with minor ailments and injuries like broken arms and appendicitis that act like they're dying of the plague and whine like toddlers if the nurse is late with their sponge bath and pudding.

So even on this happy occasion, he couldn't help but sit in the waiting room, shaking one leg so fast it practically vibrated, biting his tongue to prevent himself from asking Renly if they could just go home and come back when it actually happened. She wasn't going to be having the thing for at least another twelve hours according to the nurse who'd swung by not long ago. But Loras held his tongue, because Renly had been smiling like a kid on Christmas Eve for the past six hours and he didn't want to take away his excitement just because he was exceedingly uncomfortable.

But then again, when had he been comfortable in the last few weeks, or even in the months before?

A year and a half ago…

Loras arrived home from work just as he did everyday. Immediately upon stepping through the front door of his and Renly's condo, he'd pried his shoes off and set them by the door, put his coat on the rack, and called out to Renly, who replied he was in the living room just down the hall. Loras strolled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, his head landing with a soft thud onto Renly's lap. Thankfully, Renly had his laptop balanced on the arm of the couch, saving whatever Renly was typing from Loras' voluptuous head of brown curls.

"How was your day?" Renly sang as hid fingers dances along the keys of his laptop like it was a piano. Loras swore he was playing a tune with the click of each button.

The Tyrell gave a melodramatic sigh, stretching out on the couch and popping a few joints in turn. "The usual. Boring, boring, boring. Gods, I hate desk work." He rolled over onto his side and reach for the remote on the coffee table. "How do those desk jockeys handle it?" He wondered aloud. Renly laughed as he started combing one hand absently through Loras' hair.

"You know, you wouldn't have to be a desk jockey in the first place if you didn't deck that thug who called you a faggot." Loras gave his boyfriend a scowl. "What was I supposed to do? Just let him insult me like that, us like that?" He asked angrily. His irritation melted away as Renly leant down and pecked him on the lips. "No, but you shouldn't have hit him either. You could have gotten in a whole lot worse trouble, Loras. You're lucky that no one else was around to see your fist collide with an already cuffed suspect's nose. Who knows what could have happened. You could have ended up in court facing charges of police brutality. I could have ended up court defending you against charges of police brutality." Loras rolled his eyes. "I'd sooner hire my brother Willas or even Margeary." He said, sitting and flipping around so his feet sat in Renly's lap and his head was cushioned by his favorite green throw pillow.

Renly feigned hurt and put a hand over his heart. "B-but, but why?" He stammered. Loras crossed his arms and turned up his chin. "You work for the big bad oil companies." He answered matter-of-factly. "Yes, the one your father owns, Richie Rich." They burst out laughing then.

When they calmed down and Loras gave up on finding anything good on television, he asked a question that had been itching at him—well, not so much itching as tickling—since he got home. "So what are you up to?" His raised an eyebrow when Renly froze. It only lasted a moment, a very brief moment of a literal sixty seconds, but Loras noticed it like he noticed most things about Renly. Easily.

"Just looking at some adds." He muttered, his blue eyes never leaving the screen, which he suspiciously had angled even further out of Loras' view. Loras sat up and crawled towards Renly predatorily. "You're lying to me." He said and Renly seemed to flush ever so slightly before slamming his laptop shut and standing.

"No I'm not." He lied. Loras stood with him, hands on his hips and determination in his eyes. "Yes you are." He said, taking a step towards his boyfriend, who despite being almost a head taller with broader shoulder and bigger muscles, flinched a few steps back. "No. I'm not." Renly lied once again, clutching his laptop probably a little too tightly. Loras lunged for the piece of technology. Renly bolted for the kitchen, and Loras gave chase.

The Tyrell chased the Baratheon around the kitchen island in several dizzying circles, back tracked to try and catch him no less than six times, then run after him back into the living room, around the coffee table, over the couch, into the dining room, around the dinning table and even under hit, back into the living room one more time, and then down the hall, up the staircase, and into their bedroom, where he cornered him. He felt like a triumphant hunter in the forest who'd finally trapped his trophy stag.

Loras locked the door behind him as he entered their room, and then barricaded it with a chair so Renly would have no easy time trying to escape. It wouldn't keep him inside for long, but it'd stall him long enough for Loras to grab that laptop.

Renly stood on their bed, holding the laptop like it was his precious (insert creepy little mutant hobbit voice here). Loras smirked up at him. "Renly, love…Give me the laptop." He said sweetly. Renly frowned and raised a dark eyebrow at him. "Really? Asking nicely? You're going to have to try harder than that." He said, sounding bored. Loras grinned at him and shrugged. "Just thought I'd give it a try. Now give me that laptop!" He screamed, jumping up on the bed and tackling Renly. He managed to get the larger man on his back and pry the laptop from his hands, only barely managing to crawl off and away from him without getting caught.

Loras raced into the bathroom with the laptop and locked the door behind him. Renly started banging insistently on the door a second later, pleading with him not to look at what was on the laptop. Loras chuckled as he sat on the toilet and opened it. "Oh come on! It can't be that bad!" He called through the door as the black screen slowly lit back up. "Is it porn? I bet it's porn!" He called jokingly as he watched the page slowly reload. As it did, his grin disappeared turned into a frown. "It's not porn! It's—"

Loras wretched open the bathroom door, gaping like a fish and white as a ghost.

"Adoption Adds!?"

A/N: I always found the idea of Renly and Loras having a kid sweet and cute. So I'm writing a fic about it.

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