i seriously don't know if i uploaded yesterday, so if i did, your welcome for the earlier chapter. if not, here you go anyway. i'm sleep deprived and there's no holiday for me tomorrow :(

Here's a little hormonal and weird craving Sebastian. A Little angst and drama. eh... something along those lines.

I kind of feel weird cause i keep up my thoughts of how Sebastian should look like as he gets farther along by looking up preg. women on google images and go on this parenting patch website. please tell me that there is no such thing as a pregnancy fetish and we'll all be good. haha...


14 weeks

When Jim first started to notice Sebastian's increase of his sex drive, he thought nothing of it. He thought it would be a nice change from all the crazy hormones and finally have some pleasure out of this whole debacle. This was way better than hurt or comfort and he planned on using this emotion to its fullest potential.

By the third day, Jim was a little bit tired, but immensely satisfied with his sexual life. He was used to this much sex with Sebastian with his heat, so he was fairly well off so far; a little tired, but well.

By the end of the week, Jim was very tired and very miserable. He felt he couldn't keep up with Sebastian's desires and keep up with his work load at the same time, no matter what he did.

Sebastian curled up next to Jim in his arms. He knew he'd recently been more...desirous of Jim's attention. His hormones had increased his sex drive substantially, which meant Jim hasn't actually had a decent amount of sleep in at least two weeks. Every time Jim turned around, Sebastian wanted to jump his bones; in the shower, in his office, during the middle of dinner. Too much clingy-ness and not enough sleep were not making Jim happy. He had fallen asleep in his office more than once; he always woke to Tyler's knowing smile. He was really starting to hate that guy.

All Jim wanted was a little nice 14 hour nap. Was that too hard to ask for? He tried to drift off to sleep before Sebastian's libido kicked back up again only to feel a nudge as he was about to go under.

"What do you want, Sebastian?"

"I'm hungry, Jim."

"You know where the kitchen is Sebastian. I'm not your maid. I'm not going to cook for you every time you feel like eating a whole cow by yourself."

He knew that was a little overboard, but he was so tired, he really couldn't summon up the energy to care.
Sebastian frowned at Jim and turned away from him. If Jim was going to act like a jerk to him to make him cry...
Jim heard Sebastian sniff and he looked at what was now a bitter faced Moran. He rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand it when someone was sad or cried. If it was anyone but Sebastian and the burden, he was pretty sure that they would be dead by his hands by now.

He sighed and sat up. "I'm sorry, Moran. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he said sarcastically.

"Whatever," Moran said, annoyed at Jim. He pulled on his pants and made his way out of the room and into the kitchen.

When he pulled open the fridge, he couldn't help but lick his lips at all the possibilities inside. Since beginning his fourth month, his eating habits have increased and it was doing nothing for his continually expanding stomach.
Even though it was a fully stocked fridge, he couldn't find what he wanted. He wanted...a particular...something, but he didn't know what. He was about to close the fridge in frustration when, in the corner of his eye, he saw a pack of strawberry yogurt. He took one package and held it up to his eye level. He closed the fridge and went for a spoon when he saw a jar on the counter. A jar of...pickles! He struggled with the jar for a minute before successfully opening it. He quickly stuck his hand inside of the jar, pulled out the pickle, and held it in between his teeth while he opened the yogurt.

When he finally was able to dip his pickle into the yogurt and eat it, he let out a sinful moan. This was exactly what he needed. He turned and happily chewed his way back into the bedroom. When he entered, Jim was practically dead to the world. He climbed in next to him and nudged him awake.

"Sebastian, if someone hasn't died, I will punch you; child or not." he said with a tired voice and his eyes still closed.

"Why have you been so mean lately?" Sebastian pouted but his smile returned when he took another bite of his pickle-yogurt concoction.

"Sebastian, You know how I feel about food in bed."

"You never complained that one time you licked all that icing off-"

"That is a different circumstance and a one time deal! You know that!"

"Sorry. Think of it as payment for that mean comment earlier."

"Okay. Can I go back to bed now?" He hated how close he was to begging.

"But Jim..." he said drawling out the last letter of his name, knowing Jim hated his name whined like that. He leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on his lips.

When Jim tasted what was on Sebastian's lips, he roughly shoved him away. He quickly opened his eyes and stared at Moran.

"What the fuck have you been eating?!"

He looked at the bedside table and saw the contents; he felt as if all the hours of lost sleep were causing him to hallucinate.

"What?" Sebastian asked confused like there was nothing wrong with eating a yogurt covered pickle.

"Are you seriously telling me there is nothing wrong with eating that. We have a whole fridge of regularfood. I know this for a fact." He ran his hand through his messy and tangled hair. He couldn't summon up the energy to care about what he looked like recently; ergo, his hair was a bit longer than usual and his normal four o' clock shadow was soon going to turn into a scratchy, patchy beard. He'd been afraid to shave in case exposing his neck of his hickies while shaving gave Sebastian ideas. He suppressed a shiver, knowing that, subconsciously, there was something dark to the idea of having a razor to his throat.

"I was hungry and this what I wanted to eat," Sebastian stated, bring Jim back from plunging into dark thoughts.

Jim thought of it as a lost cause to argue and turned back over and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

"Jim..." Sebastian whined and nudged him again.

"What, Moran?"he asked through gritted teeth.

"Can you not go to work tomorrow? Can we do something instead?"

Jim sighed. "No. I stayed here with you all week. I have work to get back to. Now let me sleep."

It was blissfully silent for one minute when he felt another nudge. He felt he may have to punch Moran to get him to understand 'let me sleep'!

"What is it Moran?!"

"Are you mad at me Jim?" he asked, sadly.

"SEBASTIAN FUCKING MORAN! I swear if you do not let me sleep..."

Sebastian was quiet on the other side of Jim. He took it as a good sign that he had gotten his point across and angrily fluffed his pillow.

"Why are you always so mean to me? I don't mean to be all hormonal. It's not my fault. I'm trying not to be!" Sebastian cried.

Something in Jim finally snapped. The combination of little sleep, the hormones, the crying, the whole baby business in general sent him over the edge of self control.

He knew that accepting the idea of a child wouldn't be what he wanted. He had fallen for the stupid puppy dog eyes and the soft spot he held for his sniper. Now, he was stuck in something he really didn't want to be stuck in. He needed time to think; somewhere where he didn't feel that he was drowning in his sniper's emotions or hormones to influencing his judgments. He needed to think everything over. Was he really going to be a fucking father? Why had they avoided this shit for this long?

Throwing off the covers, he started to pull on some casual clothes and left a stunned and confused Sebastian in their flat without another word.


So in my goal to make these chapters at least 1k plus, I'm starting to write chapters in the middle of my chapters, therefore, on days where i forget if i uploaded or not, my wish to upload every other day seems off and chapters are inconsistent. So if i leave a gap of no chapters for 3 plus days, don't worry. i plan to finish this fic in a good amount of time. it just means that i'm most likely thinking i need to add another mid-chapter to help the story flow.

also, i'm thinking about an end ending, not the baby is born and then done. i'm not a 'canon' person (whatever that totally means) but i'm thinking a reichabach (i know i spelled it wrong, SLEEP DEPRIVED MEANS TOO LAZY TO LOOK UP OTHER FACTS!) ending because it could make sense, but i don't care either way. drop me a line and tell me what you think i should do.

-Here for tomorrow :)