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Couple: Mac Taylor & Adam Ross

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Stella was the only one that knew we had a relationship going on. We went out a few times in the three months since the whole thing had started, but we both seemed to like just to sit home, watching movies and holding each other. I had moved Adam in to my room about a month ago. Yeah; we kind of rushed it, having him move in before we started a relationship. But we were both comfortable with it. Though Adam still got shy on me which made him seem all the more cute to me. Adam had been off today. I slid into our room and took my clothes off, leaving my boxers on. I slid into the bed pulled his back against my chest. Stroked his stomach.

I felt him stir. He mumbled, "Welcome home, Mac."

I smiled and kissed his bare shoulder. "Sorry; the case took longer then I thought it would. Sorry I didn't call to let you know I was going to be late coming home." I yawned; I was warn out from the case. I kissed his shoulder again. Having him close after that case relaxed me.

He turned his head to look at me. "It's okay. I know that sometimes you get really involved in the case. I only expect you to come home when you could get home."

He turned around as I slid to lay on my back. He nuzzled in to my side, his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and smiled. "Let's get some sleep. We both don't have to be at work until two in the afternoon." Not sure if he heard all that because I could feel his deep breathing he was already asleep.

The first two months that he was here he had nightmares and I would have to go in there and calm him down. However, since I'd moved him in to my room the nightmares didn't come as often. He'd told me sleeping with me made him feel safe, and he was happy that I wanted him in my bed every night. I stroked his bare back till I started to fall asleep holding my lover.

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I felt him slide out of bed. I looked to the clock, finding it was eight in the morning. Hearing him start the shower made me smile as I got up and joined him in the shower. I made love to him in the shower then we cleaned each other. When we got out it was my turn to make breakfast.

We got really busy the next month; all of us did. We were all pulling doubles. Seemed there was a huge raise in crime rate that month. That night, Adam and I drove home together and crawled into bed, him burying his head against my chest. We said nothing as we feel asleep together.

When I woke up to hear the sound of Adam throwing up in our bathroom, it was a cool day in the beginning of September. I went in, stroked his back some as he was throwing up in to the toilet. "Adam, you okay?"

He stood up with my help, swaying a bit. "I think so." He brushed his teeth then I helped him back to bed. That didn't last long. About ten minutes after he laid down he was back in there; throwing up again. That pattern lasted for a good thirty minutes and he seemed very sick. I was glad that he had today off.

He continued getting sick most of the morning. I had gotten some soup in him and when it was time for work he looked to the clock. "Mac, you should go to work all be okay. I feel better. Just tired."

I looked to him stroked his forehead lightly as he snuggled in to the bed. "You need anything, anything at all, you call me. Okay, Adam."

He gave a short nod. "I will; promise." I had to smile at the way he feel asleep on me sometimes. But he had been sick and had worn him self out throwing up so much.

At least he got some soup in him, which he hopefully wouldn't throw back up. I covered him up and took a shower, got dressed, and headed to work. I called and checked on him a few times while I was at work he told me he was okay, that he had ate some more soup.

After the third morning spent vomiting in the bathroom, I had had enough. I fixed Adam with a concerned stare, and told him, "Adam, we're taking you to the doctor. This is the third day of you throwing up so much. You're obviously very sick, and I'm worried about you. Not to mention you're wearing yourself out."

Adam looked to me, matching my concern with apparent indifference for his own health. "It's probably just the flu, Mac."

I looked at him sternly. "I want you to go see the doctor to make sure it's just the flu. I will drag you to the doctor myself if I have to, Adam."

Adam sighed and nodded. "Okay, okay; I'll go to the doctor." He kissed me on the cheek.

I made a call to a friend of mine who did some blood work. He had looked into Adam medical record he had taken some urine. He set us down and I slid hands over my hair, exhausted and worried. "Well, boys, this isn't my expertise, but I'll explain what's wrong as best I can. You see, some men are born with both male and female organs inside them. Some men even have ovaries and eggs. I would like to do an ultrasound to make sure that the urine test is right."

I looked at him shocked and was in shock as Adam spoke up. "Doctor… Are you telling me I'm pregnant?"

The doctor nodded to him. He looked very shocked, as if he'd never dealt with this sort of thing before. Nearly as shocked as Adam and I. "Yes. And I want to do a ultrasound like I said. Just to make sure how far along you are. I would think you're about six to eight weeks along; it seems that you're having morning sickness." He stood up looked to Adam. "Come along. We'll go to one of the rooms where a ultrasound machine is.

I stood up with Adam. He looked scared. I was too, but I knew I had to be strong with him. I touched his back then walked with him into the exam room. When we reached the room and he sat down on the table and undid his pants, pushing them down a bit and lifted his shirt off his stomach. I took his hand smiled. "We can get through anything, Adam."

Adam wasn't taking anymore but the doctor smiled and warned, "This'll be cold, Adam." He squirted the goo on to his stomach and then started to slide the paddle of the machine along his stomach. A hazy image appeared on the screen, and the doctor in formed us that the small, bean-like thing it showed was the thing (Baby, I had to remind myself) growing inside Adam. "Looks like you're eight weeks along Adam."

Adam looked at it, wide-eyed, then turned to me. "Mac…we're going to be parents."

I smiled to him and nodded. "Looks like it."

The doctor whipped the goo of Adam stomach. "You'll need a prescription for prenatal vitamins. There's really nothing I can give you for the morning sickness, but if you feel like you're about to be sick, you need to sit down and take deep breaths. It may hold off the nausea." Adam was still squeezing my hand hard he nodded to the doctor.

When he left, I helped him sit up and let him get redressed. I laughed softly. "We could add this to the large list of bizarre things that happen to us."

He blushed he looked to me. "Mac, I'm scared. What if I'm not good at being a dad?"

I smiled at him and stroked his face, kissing him softy. "We'll work together to make sure we raise the child good. And we'll do it all together, okay?"

Adam kissed me and laid his head lightly on my shoulder. "You promise to be there through it all, Mac?"

I stroked his back comfortingly. He had been disappointed so much in life. I understood why he asked that and I wasn't offended. "I promise, Adam. I love you." I swallowed. I had not meant to say that.

He leaned back some looking at me blushing to. "I love you too, Mac. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

I smiled happy that he hadn't got scared about it. I kissed him softy and pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Same here. I don't want to ever deal with not having you by my side, Adam."

Adam licked his lips nervously and glanced around. "Should we tell the team that we're together? About me being pregnant?"

"I've wanted to tell the team that were together for a while," I said. "I mean they know we live together and I think some of them are guessing that we're a couple. But let's wait on the pregnancy. We need to adjust to it first before we tell anyone anything."

He gave a small nod and we walked together into the doctor's office, where we got the prenatal prescription from the doctor. After this we drove to Walgreen's to get them filled. He had told us that if he felt dizzy he was to sit down, and if he got threw up he was to sit down some so he didn't get dizzy. We were also told that juices would be good when he did get dizzy.

We went to work. He seemed to be okay, but I would keep my eye on him to make sure everything went okay.