LadyDragonsblood, well, it's not something that happens often w/ my boys. Months ago my Edge muse would have been squeamish.. I wanted the first time Adam was preggers to be w/ Jeff.. but eh... Oh, god, thank you for pointing that out. I haven't detailed the "birth" scene yet, but yes. I do not want a magic hole appearing out of nowhere for the baby to come. This isn't anything supernatural & I have respect for what knowledge I do have of human anatomy. Magic Male Baby Coming Out Hole, bahahaha! No. That gets on my nerves in M-pregs. I've read a few like that. I completely agree. IsidoraAngst, thank you, thank you. He does surely. Adam's usually cranky enuff... redsandman99, nope. Can't blame him. Aweh, Adam needs the hugs xD BlackDiamonds.32.20.54, continuing :) takers dark lover, I am very sorry about that. Being sick is no fun. Thank you & I hope so. ToruKun1, my first ever Edge M-preg. Snitsky is not gonna punt Adam's baby. Randy would punt him if he did. Randy can punt too, & harder. Lulz! MMISERY, aweh, thank you. I will try ;D
Unplanned;
Chapter three/ 'Eating For Two'
Rated; M/ L (hungry preggo man)
"So..?" Randy began. "When are you going to at least tell your mom?"
Adam flinched and quickly sat up, gazing around. Usually he'd look for an opening to escape. But right now that was impossible... unless he climbed to the back and hid under a blanket. "Why would you ask me that now?"
Randy smiled and gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Because there's nowhere for you to run off and hide from me." Which Adam did every time Randy brought it up. Either he'd dart to the bathroom or run off somewhere. They were in the car currently and Randy had Adam cornered.
"Stop. Pull over. Imma be sick." Adam even lurched forward and grabbed his tummy.
"You are a bad liar." Least he was sure he knew Adam enough to know when he was just acting.
Adam cupped a hand over his mouth and whimpered as he turned those big ole hazel eyes to the driver. He hated Randy to fucking drive. "I'm serious. I'm gonna lose it." He said through fingers.
"You better not puke in this car. You will clean it out yourself, if you do." Randy warned. "Now, why are you avoiding this? I know Judy will probably not.."
Adam cut him off by slapping him on the shoulder. "You do not call her Judy!"
"Mom then?" Randy grinned.
"Noooo! She's MY mom! Mine!" Adam wailed. He'd be kicking his feet too if he had the room to do so.
Randy's grin had faltered. "Ms. Copeland then?"
Adam responded by growling and tugging at his hair.
Randy rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. Adam's mom. I'll call her Adam's mom."
"That makes her sound like a cartoon character on a show where the parents aren't important enough to even have names." Adam pouted.
Life was very important to Randy and so was the life of their unborn child, and that is why Randy did not deliberately ram the car into the guardrail. "Adam.. just why don't you wanna tell her? She seems like a very understanding mother. I know you two are close. Why can't you tell her?"
"You just want her to drag me home and baby me so you don't have to." Adam accused, folding his arms.
"What..? No. I love having you with me. You know that." Randy sighed. "It'd just be easier having someone else that knows about it. And you're gonna have to tell someone, especially your loving mother, sooner or later."
Adam groaned, shifting and fidgeting in the seat. He knew damn well Randy was right and he hated that. "I... can't.. Not yet.. Just give me some time."
Randy suppressed that groan. "What better time than as soon as fucking possible?"
"I don't know what to say!" Adam shouted, pushing his hair back. "How to just... I can't just go in and go 'Hi, Ma. Remember Randy? He knocked me up. I'm pregnant! Surprise!'."
"Why not? That's really all you need to do. She should be the easiest one you tell. Easier than me. I mean, she knows about your condition." Randy argued.
"Don't call it that. Makes me feel like I'm defected." Adam pouted. "Besides, Mom's mean! She'll wanna shoot you for doing this to her baby boy."
Randy snorted. "Hah. Her baby boy needs to be taken over someone's knee and spanked for being a brat."
Adam closed his mouth and relocated his hands to his lap, looking down and shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Can we.. can we change the subject?"
"You're gonna have to tell her."
"I know.. just please?"
Randy sighed. "Fine. I still don't know what I'm going to tell my parents."
"Lie. Tell them we adopted."
"We're not even married." Randy pointed out.
Adam opened his mouth, but then closed it. He didn't even want to get into that discussion. Instead he looked off out of the window... and spotted a McDonald's sign. "Randy, I'm hungry. Want McDonald's." He said, pointing to said sign.
Randy looked at the clock. It was 10am, still time for breakfast and he supposed Adam's bag of Cheetos had definitely wore off. He had promised him food later on anyway. "Alright. I need a piss-break anyhow."
"Wow, you over-share." Adam said, blinking.
Randy grumbled as he pulled off onto the exit.
The place was rather deserted for this time, but Adam was okay with that. The blonde hunkered down into his hooded sweat shirt and pulled the ball cap further over his eyes. He was sitting at a table and waiting for Randy to return from his bathroom break. He was already embarrassed with himself by how much food he had ordered. But then his tummy growled and he didn't care. Randy returned with the tray and sat it down on the table, pulling his hands back out of harms way as Adam dug in. Randy sat down as Adam unwrapped his sandwich and bit into it.
"Well, I guess you were hungry." Randy popped the lid off his pancakes and picked one of them up, sticking it into his mouth without butter or syrup. "Are we gonna tell anyone else?"
Adam glared at him and chewed the pieces of bacon up that stuck half-way out of his mouth. "Can we not talk about this here?" He said after he'd swallowed.
"I'm just asking. One day, y'know.. you won't be.." He nodded down to Adam's lower half. "It'll be here, y'know. What are we gonna tell people when they see us with the.. baby..?" He whispered.
Adam shrugged. "Adopted?"
Randy sighed and slouched. "We'll think of something, I guess."
Adam snapped his fingers and pointed at him. "Now you're thinking." He smiled, taking another big bite.
-xx-
Adam had begun to show. His tummy a mere pop belly and he had opted to wear sweat pants and loose-fitting, baggy t-shirts. Randy was amused to catch him with his shirt pulled up and him looking down at his stomach, gently prodding it.
Adam flushed when he noticed Randy looking at him and would pull his shirt back down and close the bathroom door or just simply turn and scamper away.
-xx-
They were at home. Randy's home because Adam had become clingy and when Randy mentioned anything, those mood swings that Adam was already notorious for became worse.
Adam was currently trying to wrestle his large bowl of ice cream, peanut butter and pickles away from Randy. "Let it go! I'm hungry! I'll starve! You don't want us to starve!"
"Adam, we've talked about this. This is not healthy. You're supposed to be eating healthy." Randy argued.
"I don't want that crap! It tastes like crap! I want this. Now let go!" Adam pulled the bowl and finally won, wrapping his arms around it before digging in with his spoon and shoveling it into his mouth. Adam closed his eyes and smiled happily, mhming at the bizarre treat. Randy made a face and walked away.
-xx-
Usually after Adam was done eating his weight in disgusting food, he'd pout and rub his tummy. "Do you think I'm fat, Randy? I'm getting fat."
Randy slapped his forehead. "If you'd eat how I told you to, you wouldn't get fat."
That did it. Adam would sniffle, then growl and stomp his foot. "You wouldn't love me if I got fat? You bitch! You did this to me, y'know! I'm eating for two, y'know!"
Two seconds later Adam would stop crying and would sit beside Randy on the couch with his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Randy. I love you. This is so hard. Rub my tummy."
Randy would shake his head and laugh to himself. Adam was too damn adorable to be mad at.
-xx-
Randy pulled the shirt back down after placing a kiss on Adam's slightly swollen belly.
Adam whined. "Rub it more."
Randy groaned and hung his head. "I've rubbed it for an hour now, Adam."
"But please? I'll.." Adam stopped and bolted up. "Oh, god!" He then darted to the bathroom.
Randy ran his hands over his face as he heard retching and bitter cursing.
I just like writing Adam all dramatic & hungry. Birthing really isn't wrote yet. But I have to be logical. & I'm not gonna have Adam push it out of his ass. Just thinking about that makes my skin kinda crawl... I'm glad that was pointed out tho, & voiced some m-preg frustrations. I actually read a M-preg for Supernatural where a hole just magically appeared on Sam for labor. I was like wtf? LOL It was even weird for SPN. Magic male baby coming out hole is the perfect thing to describe it. It would also be a wicked band name, haha :P