A few weeks later, Jon and Eddie were at an ultrasound appointment. Jon laid calmly as the ultrasound technician moved the wand around his belly. "Baby seems to be healthy and growing as it should." She moved the wand around more. "Would you two like to know the gender?" She asked them.
"Yes, please." Jon answered excitedly.
The technician nodded calmly and looked at the screen. "Looks like you are having a...What the...?" She said, surprised, moving the wand around some more.
"What's wrong?" Jon asked worriedly.
"It's nothing bad...I was moving the wand around and detected what looks like a second baby. Heartbeat and everything."
"You mean...twins?" Eddie asked.
"Precisely."
"I think I'm gonna be sick.." Jon mumbled. He wasn't expecting this. Last ultrasound he had, there was only one baby. "How the hell is this possible? I clearly saw ONE baby at my last ultrasound..."
"It was hiding behind baby A." She answered.
"Oh God.." Jon groaned.
"You gonna be okay, babe?" Eddie asked worriedly.
"No...I'm sick to my stomach. I wasn't expecting twins.."
"I don't think any of us were, babe..."
"Eddie...gonna be sick...help.." Jon said, covering his mouth with his hand. Eddie reached for the nearest trash can and handed it to Jon, who began vomiting almost immediately.
"Do you still want to know the genders?" The technician asked.
Jon finished getting sick and nodded.
She moved the wand around so she could see both babies. "Baby A is...a girl. And baby B is...a boy. Congrats, you're having one of each."
"Holy shit.." Jon said.
"Well that explains the Hyperemesis Gravidarum." Eddie said. "I googled it and it said it was more common in twin pregnancies."
"You're right, oh my God.." Jon said. "Is everything else okay? Is baby B healthy?"
"Yes, they are both healthy." The technician answered with a smile.
"Thank God.." Jon said. "We should go home and celebrate.." Jon said with a wink.
Eddie raised an eyebrow at Jon. "Dude you're all over the place. First you threw up at the news of twins and now you're horny?" Eddie laughed. "Whatever you say, babe." He added.
"You guys are good to go. Babies are healthy so there's no reason to get a doctor in here." The technician said with a giggle.
"C'mon!" Jon grabbed Eddie's hand, pulling him out of the ultrasound room and into a nearby single bathroom. "Fuck me here...can't wait til we get home..."
"Jon..." Eddie started, hesitant.
"Please, Eddie...I'm so fucking hard right now."
"If I do, can you promise you'll keep quiet?" Eddie asked.
"I promise." Jon said, jumping up and down in anticipation.
"Okay..." Eddie said, still a little hesitant. But he could see the tent in Jon's shorts and it was turning him on as well. Eddie made sure the door was locked before dropping his shorts and pulling down Jon's. Jon bit his lip to keep from moaning as Eddie pushed right in, without warning. "Fuck..." Eddie hissed quietly. "You're so tight.." He began thrusting slowly, the quiet whimpers from Jon turning him on even more. "We gotta make this quick.." He whispered, thrusting faster. Jon began to whimper in ecstasy so he wouldn't get louder. "Eddie...harder...I need you to make me cum..." Jon whispered.
Eddie obliged and thrusted really hard, immediately covering Jon's mouth, knowing that hard thrust would make him scream. Jon moaned loudly, the moan muffled by Eddie's hand. Jon felt himself cum hard, his seed squirting onto the bathroom floor.
Eddie saw the cum on the floor and it sent him over the edge, as he began to cum hard inside Jon. He pulled out of Jon, panting. "Fuck, man. That was amazing."
"Yeah, it was." Jon smiled, wiping himself off and cleaning up his mess. He pulled his shorts up, kissing Eddie gently. "I love you, so fucking much. And I'm so excited to raise a family with you."
"I love you too, baby boy. Let's get you home."
The ride home was pretty much silent. Jon was almost asleep when he felt his phone vibrate. He looked at the screen, his stomach churning when he saw the name. Kenny.
[Text: Hey baby wanna get together? I miss you so fucking much. I miss our sex. It was so great. I really regret breaking up with you. I want you back babe.]
Jon felt the acid rising in his throat and asked Eddie to pull over. Eddie did as told, grimacing as Jon opened the door and vomited. When he finished, he remained silent for the duration of the ride home.
Eddie noticed Jon's silence but chalked it up to him not feeling good. He sighed as he pulled into the driveway. Jon immediately ran inside, locking himself in the bathroom. Once inside, he began to panic. Eddie couldn't find out that Kenny texted him. Of course he wasn't gonna reply to the text. That was, until his phone chimed again.
[Text: Come on, Jonny Boy. I know you still love me.]
Jon growled at the text, deciding to reply. [Text-Jon: Leave me alone, I'm with someone else now. And I love him very much. I don't love you. You broke my heart. Please stop texting me.]
[Text-Kenny: Oh silly boy. Don't you know if I can't have you, NOBODY CAN.]
[Text-Jon: LEAVE ME ALONE]
[Text-Kenny: I will find you, Jon. Mark my words, you will be mine.]
Jon slammed his phone down, screaming and punching the mirror, the glass shattering into many pieces. He didn't care that it cut up his hand and making it bleed everywhere. He just wanted Kenny to leave him alone.
Eddie heard glass shatter and ran towards the bathroom, Darby following close behind, the both of them worried beyond belief. He tried to open the bathroom door, but it was still locked. "Jon, open the door. Are you having a PTSD episode again? Let me help you."
"I can't.." Jon sobbed.
"Jon, it's Darby. Let me in."
"Okay, but Eddie can't follow you." Darby nodded to Eddie, who sighed before walking back to the living room.
Darby heard the door unlock then he walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "Jon, you're bleeding. What the fuck is happening to you?"
"M-My ex texted me."
"And that's why you punched the mirror?" Darby asked, confused.
"No...read what he sent me." Jon said, handing the phone to Darby.
"Oh fuck.." Darby said as he read the texts. "That's some fucked up stalker behavior."
Jon merely nodded. "He's always been a little on the crazy side. But never this crazy. What if he finds me?"
"That's why you need to tell Eddie. Let him protect you."
"But what if he gets mad at me for replying to the texts?" Jon asked, wincing as the cuts in his hand began to sting.
"I think he'll be more concerned about your safety. Let me fix your hand up then we can go tell him."
Jon nodded, wincing as Darby ran water over Jon's bleeding hand. "Do you think it's gonna need stitches?" He asked Darby.
"No, we should be able to wrap it up in gauze and the pressure from the gauze should be enough to stop the bleeding." Darby said, looking through the cupboards until he found some gauze. He wrapped up Jon's hand and unlocked the bathroom door. "Let's go tell him." Darby ordered.
"Okay..." Jon followed Darby into the living room slowly, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.
"How's the hand?" Eddie asked.
"It hurts, but Darby fixed it up pretty good. Sorry about your mirror..." Jon said, looking down.
"Tell him." Darby ordered again.
Jon let out a shaky breath, nodding. "I...I freaked out because Kenny texted me."
"What did he say to you to make you freak out?" Eddie asked, concerned.
"Just look." Jon said, handing his phone to Eddie.
Eddie read the texts. "That motherfucker.." He seethed. "He's acting like a god damn stalker. I swear to God if he shows his face here, I will fucking kill him."
Jon looked down. He didn't want either man to get hurt but most of all, he didn't want Eddie to go to jail for murder. "Let's just go to sleep. It's getting late. Darbs, thanks for helping me when I panicked about Kenny."
"No problem, dude."
Eddie helped Jon to the bedroom, tucking him in then getting in bed beside him. Jon nuzzled his face into Eddie's chest. "Mmmm...you're so warm...I love it. My big ole teddy bear." Jon mused. It wasn't long before he could hear Eddie snoring softly. He sighed sadly, he was still super anxious. What usually was a good night's sleep, turned into a night full of tossing and turning. Finally, around 5 am, Jon fell asleep, completely exhausted from all the tossing and turning.