Queer as Folk

My Own Story

Story #7

Chapter #1

June

A/N: This is a story that popped into my head one day, and then wouldn't leave me alone. Damn ideas can be so nagging and annoying. Brian and Justin got married. This is a year after 513, but in my mind, they got married in the last episode.

Summary: Brian and 3 and ½ pregnant Justin, are living in Britin Manor. It's the middle of June.

Brian woke up to and empty space next to him. He got a little worried, so he got up and looked through the house. First he checked the bathroom, connected to their room. Justin wasn't in there. He checked the room, that's gonna be the baby's room. Nope. Not there either. He went downstairs and checked the kitchen, even the office and studio. Justin was in none of those places. Brian then checked the living room. Justin was sleeping on the couch. He didn't want Justin sleeping on the couch, but didn't want to wake him. He carefully lifted up Justin's left arm and put it around his neck. He then picked up Justin. He started to stir in his sleep. Brian was holding his breath, hoping Justin wouldn't wake up. He didn't move an inch. Justin stopped moving and was still sleeping. Brian let out a sigh of relief. He carried Justin upstairs and laid him in bed. He got in next to Justin and pulled the covers over both of them.

The next morning, Justin woke up, and found himself in his and Brian's bed. He was confused. How did he get here? He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Brian woke up, and looked at Justin. He knew Justin was confused. He looks so adorable when he's confused. Okay, he always looks adorable. "Morning." Brian said, sitting up.

"Morning."

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. I don't know how I got here."

"I carried you up here. I found you sleeping on the couch. Why were you even sleeping on the couch anyway?"

"Because I didn't want to keep waking you up every 2-3 hours."

"I like waking up every 2-3 hours." Brian smiled at Justin. Justin couldn't help but smile back. "Come on, get up. We promised we would meet them at the diner in an hour." Brian went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Justin laid back down and closed his eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. Brian walked back into the bedroom. He found Justin sleeping. He could hear his slight snoring. He walked over to him and got on his knees, next to the bed. Justin's back was to Brian. "Justin."

"Mmm?" He groaned.

"Get up Justin. We promised to meet everyone."

"Fuck off," Justin said sleepily.

"If you don't get up, I'll make you get up."

"Just try."

"Fine. You asked for it." Brian stood up, and started tickling Justin's left side, where he is the most ticklish. Justin squirmed, and then started laughing really hard.

"Stop...it." He gasped.

"Make me."

"Bri...an.....Stop.....please....I can't....breath." Justin was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face.

"Fine." Brian stopped tickling Justin. "But seriously, come on, get up." Brian slapped Justin's ass. Justin jumped a little. Justin wouldn't move. "Don't make me tickle you again."

"Fine." Justin sat up and stretched, and Brian poked his side. "Hey. Don't poke me." They kissed, then Brian got in the shower. Justin stood up. He went in the baby's room and looked around. He started getting ideas. What color the room should be. Where everything should go. How everything should be arranged. He was so lost in thought, he didn't hear Brian walk in the room. "Hey." Justin jumped, and turned around to face Brian.

"Oh, hey. I thought you were taking a shower."

"I'm done my shower."

"Oh."

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little spacey."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking about the baby's room."

"Ah. Well, come on. Get dressed. We have to leave in 10 minutes."

"Okay, okay. You must really miss everyone to be bugging me so much." Justin smirked.

"Actually, I do. But we'll get to see Gus, and I miss him. He is my son. And I'm having my second child with you." They both smiled and then they kissed.

When they got to the diner, Debbie saw them first, and came rushing over. She gave them both a bone crushing hug. "Deb...Can't breathe." Justin gasped. Debbie let go.

"Sorry. So how are you and the baby?" She asked Justin.

"I'm great. So is the baby."

"That's good. So, Brian, how are you doing?"

"Great."

"That's good." They sat down in a booth. "What can I get you?"

"Scrambled eggs, pancakes, and French toast. And milk." Justin told Debbie. He then turned to Brian. "You better get something to eat. Not just coffee." Brian sighed.

"Fine. I'll just get coffee and pancakes." Debbie wrote down their orders.

"I'll go put your orders in." As Debbie left, Michael, Ben, Ted, and Emmett came in. They saw Brian and Justin and walked over to them. They all said their hello's then sat down.

"How are you?" Michael asked.

"The three of us are great." Justin answered. Melanie and Lindsey came in with Gus and JR, and walked over to the gang. They said their hello's to everyone.

"Hey sonny-boy." Brian said to Gus. Brian picked up Gus and put him on his lap.

"Hi Daddy."

"How are you?"

"Good. Hi Jus."

"Hey Gus." Justin kissed Gus on the cheek. After everyone's food came out, they ate and talked, and after they were done eating, they talked for awhile, then went their separate ways. Justin was exhausted. He started to fall asleep in the car, on the way back home. When they got home, Justin had fallen asleep, so Brian carried him inside and laid him on the couch.

At noon, Justin woke up. He walked into the kitchen and got out one of the many pickle jars from the fridge, and tried to open it. Brian walked into the kitchen, from his office. Justin saw Brian. "Brian, could you open this?"

"You need some big, strong, hero to save you from your hunger."

"Oh, shut up." Brian took the jar and opened it without a problem. "I loosened it." Justin quietly said.

"No you didn't." Brian kissed Justin's temple, as Justin took out a pickle from the jar.

"Pickle?" Justin asked, holding out the jar to Brian.

"Um....no"

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"Do you want me to make you something?" Justin asked as he took out another pickle.

"No, it's okay. I'm just gonna make a sandwich."

"Do you want me to make it for you?"

"No, what I want is for you to sit down and eat your pickles while I make a sandwich for me, unless you want one, I'll make one for both of us."

"No, I don't want a sandwich." Justin sat down on a stool, at the counter, across from Brian.

After they both ate, Justin went into his studio and worked on some paintings. Brian went back into his office and did some work.