Queer as Folk
My Own Story
Story #7
Chapter #2
July
Summary: Justin is 4 months pregnant. It's July 1st.
Throughout the rest of the month of June, Brian and Justin would go to the diner once a week to meet everyone. When they would go home, Justin would nap on the couch and Brian would work in his office, or watch Justin sleep, until around noon. Then they would eat and talk. After, Justin would paint in his studio and Brian would do more work in his office. After about an hour, they would make love, and rest for awhile. Around 5:45-6:00 pm, Justin would make dinner, and they would eat. They would make love again and then go to bed.
Today, Justin woke up early and started cooking. He was cooking for a Fourth of July picnic at Deb's house. He wasn't doing all the cooking, just dessert. Debbie said that he didn't have to cook anything, but he insisted. Brian was a little pissed off, but he said he would help. He didn't want Justin taking on too much.
He got out of bed, put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and went downstairs into the kitchen. He turned the stove on, then got a recipe book out. He got out a cookie recipe book, and flipped it open to a page for how to make butter cookies. He got everything he needed, and started making the batter. Right after he put the cookies in the oven, Brian came downstairs, wearing jeans. He went over to Justin and kissed his cheek. "Good morning Bri."
"Good morning my little chef."
"Shut up."
"What are you making?"
"I just put the butter cookies in the oven and I'm starting to make chocolate chip cookies."
"Can I help?"
"Yeah, can you make the cupcakes?"
"Yep."
"The cake mix is right here." Justin picked up the box and handed it to Brian.
"Why are you making so much? You didn't have to."
"I know. But you know I like cooking and baking."
"Why are you making so much though?"
"I don't know."
After Justin and Brian are done baking the four different types of cookies, the cupcakes, and two Boston cream cakes (A/N: Boston cream cake is SO good), Justin rested, while Brian cleaned up.
July 4th
3:00 pm
"Are you sure you want to go?" Brian asked Justin for the millionth time.
"Yes. I told a million times, I want to go."
"Okay." They packed the car with the desserts and left.
A/N: Debbie, Carl, Michael, Ben, Hunter, Melanie, Lindsey, Gus, JR, Ted, Emmett, Brian, Justin, Molly, and Jen are all at Deb's house. Plus Hunter's boyfriend, Molly's boyfriend, and Jen's boyfriend.
They went into the backyard, because they knew everyone would be there. There were red, white, and blue decorations, and picnic blankets on the ground, and tables with food on them. After everyone said hi, and hugged Brian and Justin, they sat down on the picnic blankets. Justin sat on Brian's lap. Gus came running over. "Hi daddy."
"Hey sonny-boy." Justin moved off of Brian's lap and sat next to him. Brian hugged Gus, then pulled him into his lap. Justin laid down, next to Brian and started to fall asleep. Gus and Brian talked. Okay, technically Gus wouldn't shut up. Everybody would come over, and talk to them, well Brian. Justin would be sleeping. It was time to eat. Brian woke up Justin. Everybody ate and talked. Justin started getting tired and fell asleep an hour later.
It was starting to get dark, and a little cold. Brian saw Justin shiver in his sleep. Brian went to the car and got out a blanket from the back. He came back and put it over Justin. Brian was tossing a football with Gus. Far enough to not hit anyone, especially Justin, but close enough to keep an on Justin. At around 8:00 pm Brian woke up Justin. They said bye to everyone, and left.
Throughout the rest of the month, Brian would go to work, and Justin slept late. Brian would call every hour to check on Justin. Justin painted in his studio. Brian would get home at around 6:00 and Justin would be making dinner. Justin would greet Brian at the door with a deep kiss. Brian would change, and go back into the kitchen and watch Justin cook while talking.
A/N: I know I may not include a lot of detail, but I'm trying my best. As I always say, well type, I suck at writing. But, I know I'm getting better, because I actually like this story.
