Justin and Brian didn't sleep that night. Sitting up, tossing and turning, they stayed awake throughout until early hours of the next morning. Now getting ready for their appointment, the tension is starting to set in. Justin's hands continue to shake, but as much as Brian tried to comfort him, nothing seemed to work. It was an hour until they had to leave, when finally Justin noticed that Brian was watching his shaking hands closely.
'It's going to be alright.' Brian said when he saw Justin looking at him. Justin just smiled, the lump forming in his throat blocking his voice.
He coughed, but before he could answer, the loft door opened. What Justin saw was shocking. Everyone was there. He searched Brian's face, but he just looked away from him.
'Daphne, what're you doing here?' Justin asked, still getting over the surprise. Daphne laughed, and her eyes fled to Brian.
'Brian called me, told me you needed me here. So what's up?' She replied, concern in her voice.
As Justin explained the situation to Daphne, Brian couldn't help but watch. Even though all of his friends were here, he could only seem to concentrate on Justin.
'So why didn't you tell me? I would have totally understood!' Daphne playfully punched Justin's shoulder, laughing, while Justin shrugged.
'I was scared, but I was going to tell you… eventually.' Justin tried to defend himself, and Brian's friends chuckled at the attempt.
Brian weaved his fingers around Justin's waist so that his back was pressed against Brian's chest, while their friends watched them. It was comfortable, and Brian could tell their presence was calming him down.
'Brian, when do we have to leave?' Brian looked at the clock, and then back at Justin.
'…5 minutes.' He answered.
They all wished Brian and Justin luck, and told them that they would stay at the loft until they returned. Once in the jeep, and driving, Justin finally spoke.
'Thanks.'
'For what?' Brian asked, innocently, and Justin rolled his eyes, used to Brian's behaviour.
'For phoning Daphne. You didn't have to do that.' Justin elaborated, and Brian nodded, smiling despite himself.
He stopped at a red light, and turned slightly in his seat so he could get a better look at Justin.
'Well you weren't going to tell her otherwise.' Brian said playfully, before he turned serious. 'I thought you might want her there, to speak to you know before…' Brian trailed off, and put most of his attention back on the road. Justin could tell this appointment was making Brian as anxious as he was, but he didn't comment on it as they made their way to the doctors.
Once outside of the building, Justin's heart sped up again, and his face was enough to have Brian wanting to turn back around. Justin just took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, walking over to the door and swinging it open. His body trembled as he got closer to the reception desk, the woman behind it frowning at him as he approached. She was very cute, her shimmering golden brown hair falling in waves, while her green eyes flared bright. Her lips were pink, and her body was slender, giving her a to-die-for look.
'Ur… I have an appointment with Doctor Quinn?' Justin said hesitantly, and the girl behind the desk smiled finally.
'Ok, would you just give me your name and age please, both of you.' The girl said, and got her hands on the keyboard.
Brian looked over at Justin and saw that he was looking back, an unreadable expression on his face.
'My name is Justin Taylor. I'm 17, but I'll be 18 in a month.' Justin answered the woman, and she nodded, typing, before leaning back.
'This'll take a few minutes. I'm Citty Quinn by the way; your doctor is my father. And he is…?' Citty looked at Brian, and Brian forced himself to look away from Justin.
'My name is Brian Kinney, and I'm 29.' Brian replied with a smile, before looking away from her, back to Justin.
Citty Quinn looked between them both, her eyes calculating. Justin just held his breath, and finally the computer beeped.
'Ok, Justin… oh!' Citty's eyes widened, and they both knew right then that she knew by the way her hands were covering her mouth in shock. Justin shifted uncomfortably, and after a while Citty returned to normal. 'Ok, well I've read your file, and by what I've read, this scan will most definitely determine whether or not you will be able to go through with the full pregnancy. With that said, my father is ready to see you now. Good luck.' Citty smiled, and then led them to the end of the hall.
Once there, Citty turned on her heels and walked quickly back to her desk, looking back twice before rushing away. Justin looked at Brian's clenched fists, seeing his knuckles turning white as he tensed them, and fought back a smile. He could see the anger radiating from him, and he already knew what Brian was angry at. Before he could think anything further though, the door opened, and Doctor Quinn stood in its place, his eyes tiredly sweeping over them both before he let them in. He looked drained, as though he hadn't slept in weeks, but neither of them commented on it as they sat down on the seats.
Doctor Quinn yawned, and began shuffling through sheets upon sheets of paper that invaded his desk space.
'Urm, Sullivan, are you ok?' Justin asked, using his doctor's unusual first name thoughtfully. Doctor Quinn looked up at him and smiled.
'I'm fine, but before I forget…' He searched through pieces of paper, and came out with a big blue file, before handing it to Brian. 'I have checked through everything the department has on this kind of pregnancy to give you both a feel of this sort of thing, but I have to say, these are only predictions. We can't be certain that it will go quite as smoothly as the files say.' He leant forward then, and Justin looked at his lap.
Doctor Quinn checked something on the system, before turning his eyes to Brian, whose body was stiff.
'So Mr Kinney, mind if I ask you a few questions?' Doctor Quinn asked politely, and Brian nodded. Justin sat back and watched Brian's expressions closely, noticing how uncomfortable Brian was here.
'Ok. How old are you?'
`29.' Brian replied easily, yet Justin could see the stress in his face.
If his doctor told anyone that Brian had gotten Justin pregnant, then he'd be arrested. Not for getting him pregnant though, but for fucking him in the first place. The cops would call him a child molester! Though, the doctor just hummed.
'And when was the last time you were tested?' He asked, and Brian was clearly trying not to get angry.
'Six months ago.' Brian answered, and Doctor Quinn nodded, smiling at Justin for a second.
'Ok. Do you have any surviving diseases, or problems that were inherited? Any illness?' He asked seriously, and Brian snorted.
It confused Justin why Doctor Quinn was asking all of those questions to Brian, while Brian himself seemed to understand perfectly.
'My great-grandfather died of cancer, but that's about it. Nothing that runs in the family. Anything else?' Brian asked, irritated. Doctor Quinn shook his head.
'For now, that's all I need. Ok, will you both follow me please?' Doctor Quinn stood, and exited the room, walking at a steady pace through corridors until he found the room his was looking for, stepping inside and allowing them to enter.
It was a small room, with shelves and a countertop around the left side, while cabinets stood on the other. In the middle was a chair, with a monitor and seats set up next to it. Connected to the ultrasound was the scanner that would soon change Brian and Justin's lives. As Doctor Quinn prepared, Justin leaned into Brian, breathing heavily while his heart drummed out any sound other than Brian's voice.
'It's going to be okay, you hear me? I won't let anything happen to you.' Brian whispered, uncharacteristically gentle. Justin nodded weakly, lifting his head slightly to look into Brian's eyes.
Doctor Quinn sat down and motioned for Justin to lie down, before lifting his shirt up, pulling his jeans back so that it was in line with his pubic hair. Under the light, Brian could see the tiny bump.
'Ok, this is going to be cold, so sorry for that.' Doctor Quinn said awkwardly, and squirted the jelly-like gel onto Justin's stomach. Then, after checking a few things on the monitor, he brought the scanner down to his stomach. Brian watched Justin's face, and saw that he was uncomfortable.
After a few minutes, Doctor Quinn finally turned to them both, his scanner still held to Justin's stomach.
'Well the good news is everything seems completely normal, you're healthy and the pregnancy is as it should be at this stage. I'm sure my daughter told you what this appointment was for, and I think you may be able to go through the full term pregnancy fine. The only problem is it appears that you have two embryos growing inside of you. That may cause problems later in the pregnancy.' Doctor Quinn explained, and excused himself. Brian gulped and Justin wet his lips nervously.
There was silence in the room, and soon Doctor Quinn returned with some pill bottles. He led them back to reception, talking as he did.
'At this stage, you should be taking prenatal vitamins. I want you to come back in a month for a check-up and I also expect you to read the information I have put together. Have a nice day, and I shall see you soon.' They both nodded, Brian's hands closing around the bottles, before they made their way to the car. When they got there, Justin let out a shaky, long breath. Brian looked away, awkwardly patting Justin's shoulder.
The ride home was silent, deafeningly quiet, and Justin could sense that Brian was just as terrified as he was. As soon as the door to the loft opened, Brian and Justin were bombarded by questions. Daphne and Michael were closest, standing beside each other as they shot endless questions. Brian collapsed on his bed, bringing Justin with him, and everyone followed. Justin took the bottles off Brian and stood, shaking them at Daphne as she looked at them questioningly. He put them on the counter in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the bed while Brian lit a cigarette.
They all shut up questioning after a new moments, and Justin looked at Brian. Brian himself shrugged and smiled.
'How did it go?' Lindsey asked curiously. Justin looked at her and a grin broke out on his face. 'It went fine.' Justin said simply, not wanting to tell them about the problem him and Brian would have to face later in the pregnancy. He looked into Brian's eyes once more, and Brian sighed heavily before standing.
'Justin's healthy at the moment. But the Doc says he could take a turn for the worse as the pregnancy goes on.' Brian announced, and Emmett gasped, putting a hand over his mouth.
It went silent for a moment, and Emmett rushed to hug Justin tightly, while Justin laughed and hugged him back.
'Oh baby!' Emmett exclaimed, kissing Justin's temple. Brian swatted him away though, and brought Justin closer.
'What makes the Doctor think it could get worse?' Daphne asked, and Michael nodded, looking at Brian and Justin. Brian sighed, and so did Justin, but it was Justin's turn to talk.
Daphne walked up to Justin's bedside, and Brian moved to give them space. Michael watched them, smiling kindly.
'What aren't you telling me Justin? I can tell when you want to say something.' She pinched his arm, and he winced, before getting serious. He went and took Brian's hand, and Brian pulled him gently into his arms. His pale skin looked even whiter next to Brian's warm tan. Brian ran his hands through Justin's hair from where Justin sat, rested in between Brian's legs on the bed.
All of their friends were shocked at the love that they saw in Brian's eyes, but didn't comment on it as Brian continued looking at Justin and running his hands through the blond locks. Debbie was grinning from ear-to-ear and Emmett, Ted, Melanie and Lindsey were too shocked to say anything, while Michael and Daphne just smiled expectantly. When Justin looked away from Brian, he was serious. Brian trailed a finger down Justin's arms, comforting him, and it gave Justin the strength to speak.
'We're having twins.'