Author's Notes: Hello everyone! I'm back with the seventh chapter of this little installment, and oh boy, am I excited! I just love writing this story. It makes me so happy! :) this chapter's gonna be a good one, I hope! Lots of fun pregnancy stuff, finally! Because there are so many symptoms of pregnancy, I'm going to try to differentiate for both of them, to make it more interesting! Bear with me!
I don't own FAKE or its plot, however I do own this story plot and the two doctors mentioned in this chapter. Other than that, everyone belongs to Sanami Matoh! Enjoy!
According to measurements, both Ryo and JJ were now in their respective third month of pregnancy, with Ryo at nine weeks and JJ at ten. Thankfully, no baby bumps were currently present, but both of them knew that soon they would be showing. JJ was trying his best to think of clothing ideas that would cleverly disguise his bump, but Ryo was much more practical, and he aimed to cross that road when he got to it.
That morning, Ryo passed JJ in the hallway and noticed immediately how tired he looked. He knew JJ had been suffering because of his pregnancy, but he hoped that he would be able to figure it out for himself.
JJ, on the other hand, was trying his best to make it through the day without collapsing. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't sleep at night, and he would then go to work like a zombie the next day. He hoped that the withdrawal symptoms would wear off quickly, like the doctor had said.
One week before
"Yes, um, I have an appointment with a Dr. Goldstein, for 9:30," JJ told the receptionist timidly. He couldn't help but feel awkward amongst the other women in the waiting room, who stared at him in vain interest. It was made even more awkward with Drake standing behind him, dumbfoundedly reading a pamphlet on diseases common in pregnancy.
Drake had insisted on going, half because he was kinda interested in what was going on in JJ's body, and half because he was worried he was going to jump off a bridge at any given moment. Ever since he found out he was going to be a father, Drake had gone between doing his best to make sure JJ was okay to chain-smoking lethargically. The thought of impending fatherhood terrified him, but he did his best to try and make sure that JJ wasn't aware of this. He really didn't need anymore stress than he already had.
"What's your name, ma'am?" the receptionist, who was dressed in a beige top with a face that reminded one of a horse, asked him bluntly.
JJ blushed profusely as Drake did his best to cease his laughter. He was commonly mistaken for a girl, which he never quite understood; he was, after all, very flat-chested. "My name is Jemmy, Jemmy Adams," he said softly, looking down at the carpet beneath his feet. It wasn't great looking. It appeared to him to look like the throw up of a toddler.
"Oh, yes. Since it's your first visit, I'll need you to fill these out," she instructed him, handing over a clipboard and a pen. Obligingly, JJ took them and followed Drake over to two empty plastic chairs, right next to an obviously fake plant.
JJ began looking over the questions and answering them as honestly as he could remember, pausing at certain questions to think harder. One question asked HISTORY OF MENTAL ILLNESS? Checking the box, he wrote next to it neatly and in cursive, chronic depression.
"Oh…there are questions about you here too," JJ told Drake softly, checking boxes as he saw fit. "Smoker? Yes. Drinker? Yes. Age? 30. History of disease? Probably."
"Oh, shut up," Drake said with a lazy smile, taking the pen from him and trying to cross out things that JJ had filled in already. "Smoking is my one vice. Let me have that."
"I'm sorry, but it stinks. And you stink!" JJ said with a laugh, taking the pen from Drake and trying to draw on his arm childishly. They were causing quite a ruckus in the normally quiet waiting room, and several women stared angrily at them. Everyone was quite happy when JJ's name was called.
After being brought into a standard patient room, JJ's vitals were taken; everything was normal, like expected. JJ and Drake were then left to wait in the small and plain room all to themselves.
Drake tried to think of things to say that weren't possibly triggering on JJ's emotions, such as parenthood, babies or antidepressants, but JJ beat him to it. "I bet you they're going to make me get off my antidepressants for the baby," he stated robotically, unsure of how to feel about what he had said.
"I'm sure there's something else you can do, you know, that'll make you happy," Drake tried, wagering the offensiveness of anything he thought to say in his mind carefully. "They just want to lower any risks to the baby while keeping you…you know…"
"Sane?" JJ finished for him with a saddened smile, regardless of Drake's instant look of regret. "It's okay, you know. You can say it. I'm kinda cray-cray."
"But you're not though. At least, not to me." Drake admitted, looking at him with a fiery expression in his eyes.
JJ felt his cheeks tinge a little with embarrassment. It was kind of Drake to say such a thing, and to be so supportive, but he had no idea what was going on in his head.
Before either of them could say anymore, Dr. Goldstein made her appearance at long last. She was a middle-aged woman with medium-length brown hair and cat-eye framed glasses, and her age was pleasantly displayed by many wrinkles. "You must be Mr. Adams," she said, speaking with a slight German accent. "My name is Patricia Goldstein, and I'm pleased to be your obstetrician."
"Hi, you can just call me JJ," he replied in a mock cheerful tone, one that Drake could spot out easily. "And, um, this is the baby's father, Drake Parker."
"Hey," Drake said coolly, with a nod of his head. Both shook the hand of the doctor before she sat down and got to business.
"Alright, I believe it's most important to say congratulations! You two are going to be proud parents! Are you excited?"
Neither of them said anything, creating a tension filled silence in the room. Drake quickly cleared his throat to try and fill the air with something, and JJ smiled and nodded weakly.
"It wasn't exactly planned," he clarified for the confused doctor, folding his hands together to stop himself from fidgeting.
"I see. Well, nonetheless, I'm sure you'll both find happiness in your child as the months go on. Now, to move on to the medical aspect…as I was reading over your file, JJ, it appears you're very healthy."
"Yes, we're both NYPD cops, we have to maintain a good level of physical strength," JJ told her, brushing his lavender locks behind his ear.
"I see. What a job you have there! But I did notice you filled out that you suffer from depression. Are you currently receiving any type of treatment for that?"
"Yeah, I'm on Prozac…but it hasn't really been working lately. I've felt much like how I used to feel before I was on it," JJ admitted, ignoring the intrigued stare of Drake. "I'm really sad and moody often."
"That's certainly not good. Usually Prozac, or fluoxetine, isn't harmful during pregnancy, but in your case it seems like it's doing you more bad than good. It's likely due to the unusual hormone balance in your body. Have you considered alternative methods of treatment? In your case, it might be better to consider going off the medication and switching to something less taxing on your body."
JJ considered all of this carefully, but the thought of even being taken off his regular pattern of medication already began to mess with his mind. What if he went completely crazy?
"What others options are there?" he asked quietly, his mind filled with many thoughts. Next to him, Drake looked very concerned. He also looked like he needed a smoke.
"I think you should look into psychotherapy. It's an effective method that doesn't have to involve medication. And if worst comes to worst, and you're still not feeling happy after that, we can just put you on a different medication. It's also important to note that you won't be pregnant forever, so if it really bothers you, just remember that it isn't long-term."
JJ nodded in uncertainty before turning to look at Drake, who in return gave him a curious eyebrow raise. He knew this was going to take some thinking about.
"Of course, if you feel so strongly about keeping to your same medication, and if you're worried about losing yourself in these emotions you're having…of course, termination of the pregnancy is always an option," she said steadily, immediately taken aback by the morose look on JJ's face.
"I could never do that! Nuh-uh, no way Jose!" he said, pouting his bottom lip out a little.
Drake couldn't help but smile a little at JJ's antics, but he knew also in his heart that if he were given the option to decide whether or not JJ had the baby, he would say yes without missing a heartbeat. No matter how screwed up his life was, Drake had to appreciate the timely arrival of a child, especially if JJ was the other dad.
"So, what do you say, JJ?" he asked him, leaning on the arm of the plastic chair and supporting his shaven-chin with his fist.
JJ let out a sigh and looked from Drake to the doctor. "I guess I could do the therapy thing. You know, for the baby and I."
Dr. Goldstein smiled at him, with a smile that reminded one of a loving grandparent's. "Excellent. When are you due for a refill on your prescription?"
"Um…next week, I think."
"Then how about I prescribe you a lower dosage for the next two months, and by then we'll just go ahead and end it from there. I also want you to schedule an appointment with a psychotherapist. I can go ahead and refer you to one of the doctors within this branch."
"Thank you," JJ muttered quietly as he watched her wrinkled hands write in black ink special directions on a piece of yellow pad paper. He then turned to look at Drake, who was smiling ever so softly, happy that JJ was doing his best to find his inner peace. "Thank you," he said again, but this time it was to Drake, for doing his best to always care, even when it wasn't his responsibility.
As JJ passed Ryo in the hall that morning, he tried to look alert, but the withdrawal symptoms from the Prozac were keeping him tired and unhealthy looking. Instead of following doctor's orders and taking smaller doses for a certain period of time, JJ decided to throw out his prescription entirely, in order to quit the medication he had relied on for so long. For inspiration, he taped the picture of the ultrasound they had received, the one with their prune-sized little muffin, right next to his medicine cabinet. He promised not to tell anyone, but Drake took a copy too, and taped it right next to his ashtray in his bedroom.
Ryo didn't look too awful himself, JJ had to admit. He had a bit of the pregnancy glow, it almost seemed. From what he had heard and witnessed, he had been a bit moody at work-one minute he was overly happy to be working on paperwork, the other minute he was upset with Dee for mollycoddling him. JJ had noticed that the latter had taken to the news rather well, and he had used it as an opportunity to remain close to Ryo all day, which Ryo did not enjoy at all. Even with that, it appeared to JJ that Ryo was having the perfect pregnancy. Ryo, however, might just disagree with that statement.
A few days before
Ryo had begun to regret bringing Dee with him to his first appointment before they were even there. That morning, because Dee had insisted on staying over (again), there was no need to rush out the door to try to get there; instead, a seemingly peaceful breakfast with Dee and Bikky was on the agenda. Seemingly was the key word.
"Why won't you just go home already, you nasty pervert." Bikky complained over some sugary cereal and an orange, glaring at Dee with the fury of a thousand hells combined.
Dee gave him a glare right back, followed by a smug smile. "Because, dear loser, I must stay here and take good care of my pregnant wife!" He continued to smear butter on his toast with a cheerful expression.
"I'm not your wife," Ryo replied, unhappily frowning at his partner. "And really, Dee, you should go back to your own apartment for once. It's been at least a week."
"Do you honestly expect us to live in separate apartments once the baby comes? You and I really need to talk about moving in together."
"OH NO," Bikky exclaimed dramatically, dropping his spoon into his bowl as a few splatters of milk followed. "I AM NOT LIVING WITH THIS BASTARD!"
"Bikky, please," Ryo sighed, trying to get a hold of the situation in the calmest manner that he could. "And Dee, if you want to talk about this, let's talk about it later."
"It's bad enough that he comes over all the time, but I can't handle living with this dork! If he's coming, I'm going!"
"Fine, you brat! But like it or not, the Dee Machine's a'comin, and you will soon refer to me as the father of the house!" Dee yelled triumphantly, knocking over the jug of milk on the table without a single care.
"OH MY GOD!" Bikky screamed as he jolted from the dining table and dashed into his room, leaving Ryo to glare at a milk-laden table and Dee, who had taken to striking a superhero pose.
"You better clean this up within five minutes or you're not coming to my appointment!" Ryo snapped, getting up from the table and walking away to find his jacket. It had started to get a little chilly in the city, after all.
"YOU GOT IT, CAPTAIN!" Dee called, as he gleefully cleaned up the spilt milk without a single complaint. Ryo couldn't tell whether or not his overly helpfulness was his best dream or his worst nightmare, but he was well aware of how much Dee got on his nerves.
Dr. Jung was a stout Asian man who was nearing his fifties, as sparks of gray dashed across his hair. He peered out at Dee and Ryo from his clear, rounded spectacles, and Ryo couldn't help feeling nervous just by looking at him.
"You health looks very good, both of you, minus your smoking, Mr. Laytner," he said with a glare in Dee's direction, to which Dee just rolled his eyes. "The next thing we're going to do is just run some tests. Very standard, I assure you, and as soon as they're out of the way we'll get to the more interesting things, such as the ultrasound."
Ryo nodded attentively as he listened to his doctor ramble on about all the tests, but he couldn't quite focus and he suddenly began to feel tired. These incessant periods of sleepiness came and went for Ryo, and as much as he knew that this was the wrong time, he couldn't help losing what the doctor was saying and instead focusing on the light dimming out of the room.
"Hey, Ryo, come on! Wake up!" Dee said, his characteristically loud voice hitting Ryo's ears like a brick shattering against the ground.
Ryo blinked rapidly before looking up into the glaring face of the doctor. Nervously, he laughed and said, "Oh my gosh, did I just doze off? I'm sorry doctor, I've had weird sleeping patterns lately…"
"Quite alright. Probably just a symptom of pregnancy, that's all. Now that you're awake, let's move into a different room so we can begin the testing," he said, standing up and taking his files with him.
Ryo looked over at Dee, who was trying to hold in snickers from Ryo's poor sleeping attempt. With a glare and a shushing, Ryo stood up and followed the doctor out of the room, with Dee close behind.
And after a barrage of tests to determine things such as blood type, glucose level, and various diseases, they waited for even longer to get the results back. Once Ryo was given the all clear, the group moved into the ultrasound room, with Ryo propped up on the examining chair and Dee sitting close by, excitedly chattering about.
"We're finally gonna get to see it! I'm so excited! Holy crap, Ryo, aren't you so excited! We've never seen it before!" he went on, taking Ryo's hand and holding it closely.
Smiling, Ryo shook his head and took hold of Dee's hand, something that surprised even himself. "You're something else, you know that? Why can't you be this motivated at work?"
Rolling his eyes, Dee said, "Duh, cause work sucks! It's the same thing every day." Pausing to think for a moment, the case they were currently working on suddenly came into his mind. "Shit, do you think the chief will cut us from the case?"
It was a thought that Ryo hadn't considered. "You know, I don't really know. I would think we're good enough cops to handle it…and hopefully, we'll be able to get a good lead. There hasn't been any other activity lately, unfortunately."
"Guy's hard to track," Dee remarked, frowning at the thoughts formulating inside his head; what if it was Ryo who ended up dead, and their baby missing?
He quickly chased the thought out of his mind as Dr. Jung turned to face them and said, "Alright, we're ready to go here. Go ahead and pull your shirt up, Mr. Maclean."
Blushing, Ryo lifted up his green and white striped shirt to reveal his taut abdominal muscles, ones that were already starting to lose their shape in the slightest. Dee did his best not to gawk, as he knew in order to make Ryo happy he had to behave himself.
"This stuff will feel a little cold," Dr. Jung announced in his monotone voice, as he began to spread gel all over Ryo's exposed stomach. In response, Ryo giggled at the cool touch.
"Who do you think it's going to look more like? I bet it'll be me, with my dark hair and good looks, that baby has to have gotten my genes!" Dee exclaimed with a loud laugh, causing Ryo to punch him in the shoulder.
"Hopefully the baby will have my good sense…" he muttered under his breath, ignoring Dee saying, "Hey! I heard that!"
They both watched the screen carefully, waiting anxiously for the baby to become visible. As soon as they could make out the distinguished marks of a body, both Ryo and Dee let out a gasp. Both knew that a baby was there, but seeing it twitch around in the ultrasound monitor was something truly out of the ordinary.
"Wow…" Ryo exclaimed, staring in awe as he watched the screen and the little baby inside of it. "I can't believe it…it's so weird. It's moving, but I can't even feel it."
"You won't be able to feel it move until at least twenty weeks, so you have a while to go. The baby prefers to let you know it's there by the symptoms you experience instead."
"Yeah, I've had many of those-" Ryo started, but stopped as soon as he looked over at Dee and noticed him staring with an open jaw. "Dee, what's the matter?"
"Holy shit," he mumbled softly, his eyebrows twitching in response, "I'm going to be…a dad. Oh my God…"
Sighing, Ryo said, "I knew this was coming." Ryo was convinced that Dee's initial reaction of happiness and excitement would be shattered as soon as he knew what it would really mean to be a parent. It was going to mean complete commitment, focus, and ultimately, responsibility, and Ryo wasn't sure if Dee had all of that, especially the last part. Watching Dee interact with Bikky and even Bikky's friend Carol made Ryo nervous about how he would act as a parent.
For Dee, the sonogram displayed much more than a baby; it also showed his future. Parenting was a terrifying concept, considering his own parents weren't very good at it. He didn't want the life he had now with Ryo to crumble with the arrival of a baby. What if they turned into the people who lost themselves after they had kids? Dee had worked so hard to get his relationship with Ryo to be at the point where it was now-he couldn't lose him, or them, just yet. The baby would either make or break their relationship for the rest of their lives, and that thought in itself sent Dee into a horror-filled nightmare of being a father.
The New York sky was mostly clear for a fall day, minus a few scattered clouds here and there. On the rooftop of the 27th precinct, it was not clear to fellow cop Ted as to why he no longer had any cigarettes in his possession.
"God damnit! I swear, I just bought a new pack like yesterday!" the red-haired officer exclaimed, angrily digging through the folds of his coat pockets to no avail.
"Dude, here, take my whole pack!" Drake pleaded with him, his eyes bloodshot and his hands shaking with withdrawal. "I can't have 'em near me anymore, just take them!"
"No, take mine!" Dee offered, thrusting his Marlboros into Ted's empty right hand before anything else could be said or done. "I can't be trusted with them any longer!"
"Thanks, I guess?" Ted told them both, taking Drake's pack as well as lighting up as quickly as he could, despite his confusion. "Are you two honest to God quitting? Why the hell would you do that, you know, besides the obvious numerous health benefits…"
Drake said nothing, choosing instead to rapidly reach inside his own jacket pocket to pull out some gum, the kind that was extra thick and hard to chew. As soon as the square of sugar was in his mouth, he began to chomp incessantly, as if he needed to chew that gum to save his own life. Dee also remained silent, breathing in the fumes of nicotine released by Ted's cigarette with jealousy.
"You guys are fucking weirdos," Ted replied to himself with a laugh at the end, and the group of men remained silent for another few seconds until the air was broken with Dee's sharp voice.
"Oh shit! What time is it?"
"It's like, three," Drake muttered miserably, chomping down so hard on his gum he became worried that his gums were going to bleed.
"Damn, I need to go! Ryo and I are meeting with the chief," Dee said quickly, as he gathered his briefcase from the ground and began to head for the door.
Suddenly, Drake remembered that he had a meeting with the chief too. "Wait up man, I gotta go too!" he yelled after Dee, running away from Ted's cloud of smoke almost happily.
"Yeah, see you guys later too!" Ted called into the quiet air, to no response. Once they were out of sight, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Am I the only sane one left in this world?"
Running alongside each other, Dee and Drake were in a hurry to get to the chief's office. Neither of them wanted to be late for a man they feared as much as him.
"Wait, what the hell are you going in for?" Dee asked amid their rushing.
"Oh, you know…just asking for some vacation time, no big deal," Drake stuttered, unaware if that was a good enough lie to get past Dee. "What about you?"
Dee was too busy trying to think of his own excuse to realize that Drake himself was lying. "Oh, just some crap about a raise! You know how it is."
As they approached the end of the hallway, they found both Ryo and JJ waiting for them. Ryo bore a frown on his normally content face, while JJ could barely keep his eyes open.
"What took you so long? You're late, Dee!" Ryo chastised, his hands on his hips in an angry fashion. JJ, on the other hand, was so out of it he didn't realize Drake had arrived until Ryo's loud voice forced his eyes to open and they landed directly onto his partner.
"Hi Drakey," JJ said sleepily, walking over to give his partner a small hug, but instead falling into his arms and closing his eyes once more. "You make a nice pillow," he told Drake, who found himself smiling once more at the cute, random things that JJ would do.
"I know you're tired, but as soon as we get this over with we can both go home. Let's just go ahead and do it now," Drake said with a discouraged sigh at the end.
"Hey, just hold on a minute! Ryo and I need to go first, because Ryo's already really pissed off at me!" Dee argued, unaware of how that made him anymore subject to being allowed to burden the chief with more tales of 27th first.
"Dude, let us go first, JJ's like dead."
"Bullshit! He's probably just drunk. Kid doesn't know when to lay off the Long Island ice tea!"
"I am not!" JJ snapped at him, a boost of energy given to him with the newfound rage he had. "Unlike you, I know how to maintain myself."
"Dee, stop being an asshole," Ryo stated bluntly, much to the shock of the others.
"Ryooooo! Don't be mean to wittle old me!" Dee pouted to his lover, who had since turned to face the other direction. JJ had returned to using Drake as a human pillow, as Drake chewed his gum with several snaps and pops.
The door to the chief's office suddenly opened with a dramatic whooshing sound, revealing the flustered Chief Smith and the visibly annoyed Berkeley Rose. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU IDIOTS WANT?!" their chief screamed at them, tired of the ruckus happening outside his door.
Out of shock, no one said anything. Instead, silence was found in the hallway, and this seemed to irritate the chief more than it did when it was loud and noisy.
"All of you, get in my office now!" he said, gesturing towards his desk with a fiery expression emblazoned on his face. Half-heartedly, the officers shuffled their way inside, meeting the gaze of Lieutenant Rose as they all crowded around the office.
"Now, everyone has two minutes to explain why the fuck you just decided to have a party right in front of my office, and it better not take any longer than that!"
"Sir, Dee and I were hoping to tell you something in private-" Ryo remarked, but lost his voice at the end due to the chief's macabre facial expression.
"Too late for that! Commissioner Rose and I are in the middle of a very important financial meeting and you assholes just interrupted it! Now spill the beans already!"
"Dee should go first because I know their news is happier," JJ remarked, a little too solemnly for Drake's liking.
"Why would you say that?" Drake asked him, unaware of why this was-but also unaware of what exactly Dee's news was, other than a raise.
"Yeah, why would you say that. I mean, I guess I'm moderately happy about it." Dee thought out loud, as Ryo rolled his eyes at him.
"Dude, why wouldn't you be happy about a raise?" Drake inquired, confused about the exchange of words that was going on around him.
"A raise, Dee? Is that what you told him?" asked Ryo unhappily, with a forward glance in Dee's direction.
"Laytner wants a raise? Good luck with that one," Rose commented offhandedly, glancing down at his trimmed fingernails. "You barely deserve the right to be employed here."
"If what you want is a raise, you can just piss off right now," Chief Smith alerted them, glaring directly into Dee's soul, making the other man nervous for the approaching announcement.
"No, he doesn't want a raise, sir," Ryo spoke up, taking the place of a suddenly nervous Dee, "although in our situation, that could only make things better."
Berkeley raised an eyebrow at Ryo, who he had to admit, looked better than ever nowadays. His skin had such a fresh, healthy glow to it. "Your situation?"
"Sir, commissioner, Dee and I-well, mostly me-are expecting. A baby." Ryo said, his mouth suddenly becoming dry at the thoughts of what could go wrong. He didn't want to be in this office to begin with, but he knew the sooner he told about his news the better.
Chief Smith's eyes became wide and his expression became one of utter astonishment rather than the expected rage. Berkeley mimicked the chief, a wave of shock passing over his body. Drake turned to look at Dee with a disturbed look in his eyes, and he was the first one to speak after the assumed silence.
"Holy shit, dude, you too?"
Dee sent him back a strange look. "What do you mean, you too?"
"Because I'm preggers too," JJ said with a yawn, the only one in the situation who wasn't shocked on any account. The added drama just made him want to nap even more.
Dee drew a blank before loudly exclaiming, "Holy fuck, you had sex with JJ?!" to a highly confused Drake. He then fell directly onto the carpeted floor in a barrage of laughter, and such caused Drake to turn an unpleasant shade of red. JJ's cheeks tinted pink as well; was it really that much of an embarrassment? Dee made it seem like he was the office outcast.
"SHUT UP!" yelled the chief, and Dee instantly whimpered like a puppy before stopping his insane laughter. After taking a breath of air, he said "Alright, so you've all decided to screw each other, and by doing that, you've screwed me too! You dumb bastards!"
Ryo, the obviously more responsible one, was quick to try and alleviate the chief's anger. "Sir, I can assure you that this won't affect us and our work on our cases at all. I know that JJ is usually responsible and is a hard worker, and I myself am very dedicated to my job. I know Dee is sometimes a bother, but he isn't so bad once you get past his numerous misunderstandings with protocol."
"Hey…" Dee said under his breath, fake sniffling at Ryo's criticisms. One look from Ryo, however, told him to shut it before the chief became even madder than he already was.
"I know that you're all hard workers when you want to be," the chief finally said, calmed down to the point of being able to make logical sentences, "and especially now with our current workload, this would be the worst time for all of you to start slacking, which is why I'm going to take your word for it and keep you on your current workload. But if something does come up-especially with this Cook case you have going on-I will be forced to make some tough choices on whether or not you can continue to work on them or not."
"I understand," Ryo said, but not before catching the glance of the commissioner, who looked completely heartbroken in the corner.
"If you would excuse me, sir, but I have other things to attend to," he announced coolly before taking a collection of files from the chief's desk and exiting the too-small room.
"Where the hell are you going? Damnit, Berkeley!" the chief yelled at him in frustration, to no avail. "You see what you idiots cause?"
"Can we go home now?" JJ asked, a look of both disinterest and sadness written on his face.
"Yeah, get the hell out of my office," Chief Smith told them, giving each of them a hard glare before sighing one last time. "And another thing; you better not be shitty parents or I'll kill all of you. Especially you, Laytner."
Dee made a face at the chief as he held the door open for his other co-workers, all who were happy to finally be exiting the perilous office of the chief. Once outside, Dee and Drake immediately began to talk about the one thing neither of them had known about each other for the past few weeks.
"Dude, can you believe it? We're gonna be dads together. We're gonna like, celebrate Father's Day and stuff," Drake said in awe, almost completely unaware of the fact that he was, indeed, pending fatherhood.
"Dude! Our babies can have like, have play dates and stuff! And they can get married!" Dee told him, suddenly thinking about all the cool things he could do with his kid.
"I don't want my kid to marry someone as big a jackass as you. If the kid's more like Ryo, then maybe."
"Rest assured, our child won't be smoking at fifteen years old," Ryo remarked sharply, making Dee laugh uneasily.
"Oh come on, baby, I'll teach our little one all the rights and wrongs of life! Just you, me, that annoying brat Bikky and our little potato against the world!"
"Oh, boy…" Ryo exclaimed with a sigh, wondering whether or not Dee's intentions were for better or for worse.
"Well, I'm going to head home now," JJ said suddenly, immediately turning in the other direction to avoid confrontation with his co-workers.
"Are you okay?" Drake called after him, raising one of his large eyebrows. He couldn't tell whether or not JJ was legitimately sad or just tired.
Turning around quickly, JJ smiled and nodded, but just as quickly turned back around and started to head in the opposite direction. He wasn't far when he heard Dee yell "Congratulations!"
It made JJ want to cry. Why wasn't Dee the father of his baby? Despite the fact that Dee was usually a big meanie to him-like today-JJ still wished somehow that it would be him and not Drake. Why were the good-looking guys always the meanest?
It wasn't as if Drake wasn't attractive to JJ-he was, really-but Dee's bad boy personality made JJ hot inside. Drake was just lazy, not bad; Dee had a whole bad streak to him.
Before JJ could walk and think any further, he heard another yell coming from down the hallway. He turned around and saw the chief gesturing for him, exclaiming, "Adams! Get your ass down here, we got another stolen baby!"
One thing was for sure-JJ sure wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.
Author's Notes: Oh man! This is such a long chapter! Sorry it took so long, I just became really busy with school and such! Truthfully, I still am very busy with school…but I had to focus on my other love in life, this story! I hope everyone enjoyed this long chapter!
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