Due to the confrontation over the phone with Jean and his mother, the newlyweds ended up staying over at Marco's house. He was at least willing to take them in during a most turbulent point of their lives. He did have one request though; as soon as possible, the two had to find their own place. Jean said it would be difficult given their financial situation, but he was going to try his damnedest.
The night of their wedding, Jean and Armin were sitting in the guest room of the house (Marco was old enough to live on his own, and he was also fairly well off). Neither of them could really think of anything to say.
Jean did glance over at Armin once in a while, thinking about how he was going to look when he reached third trimester. It was a bit comical to think about, if horrifying to also imagine the strain on his body by then.
He was then caught off guard by Armin running to the bathroom, presumably to throw up. Like a good husband, he followed him to hold back his hair as he did so.
...
The next morning, Armin woke up to an empty bed. He barely registered it at first, simply pulling out a set of clean pajamas he managed to take from Eren and Mikasa's apartment.
After he was all dressed up for the day, Armin stumbled out into the hallway and into the bathroom again. Just like last night, he was kneeling in front of the toilet, puking out what little he still had in his stomach.
While he was doing this, Armin was then feeling his emotions reach some kind of severe fever pitch.
Then he heard the door open behind him, along with a pair of hands bundling his hair up into an impromptu ponytail. Just like before.
For some reason, though, Armin didn't like it this time. As soon as there was a break in his lurches, he spun around and began slapping at Jean's chest with his open palms.
Armin honestly didn't know what had gotten into him. Jean tried wrapping his arms around him, but Armin wasn't having that, either.
"Stupid stupid stupid- Let go of me! Let go! You ruined my life!" He kept trying to push him away, to no avail. "Get out, dammit! Just leave me alone! I don't want you here!"
This finally had an effect; Jean must've gotten the hint that Armin was indeed not wanting him there. Reluctantly, he let go of him and stood back up.
As he was leaving the bathroom, however, Armin calmed down enough to think more clearly.
"Jean?" He crawled forward and reached out to him. "No wait, Jean, come back! Come back, please!"
Jean stopped right before touching the doorknob, and turned back to see Armin quivering. It looked to be a combination of raw emotions, and another emetic wave. He stared at him for a little longer before walking back to him.
Then he took hold of Armin's hair again, rubbing his back while he went back to vomiting.
...
People were staring and whispering at school the next morning, after seeing the way Jean and Armin were walking so close to one another. Neither of them had interacted much before now, hence the gossip and stares.
Jean and Armin tried not to let it get to them as Jean walked Armin to his first class. As he did, he pointedly ignored Eren and Mikasa's piercing glares.
"Your doctor's appointment is at four, right?" Jean whispered. Armin nodded. "I'll drive you there after school, okay?"
He leaned in to kiss Armin's forehead, but was stopped by Eren clearing his throat. So instead he sheepishly whispered a quick goodbye and lumbered off to class.
...
Beyond a few snotty remarks about Jean and Armin's newfound relationship status, the rest of the school day came and went without much incident.
Now both of them were in a darkened room at the hospital, waiting for the doctor to show up. Jean sat in a chair next to the examination table, while Armin was lightly napping on aforementioned table.
As they both sat there, Jean kept glancing over at Armin's still flattened belly. He just found it mind-boggling that there was something in there somehow, something that he put in there. A new life that was a part of both him and Armin, steadily growing into something of its own.
He was interrupted when Doctor Hanji finally showed up.
"All righty," she said to the both of them while firing up her ultrasound machine. "Let's see if we can find ourselves a baby here."
...
Armin had shivered when he felt the cold ultrasound gel getting spread on his exposed belly. It didn't last too long, though; in no time at all, he and Jean were staring at something moving on the screen.
It didn't look at all like a baby; rather it looked more like some kind of blob. Going by what Doctor Hanji was pointing out, however, it was indeed a baby in its early stages.
Nevertheless, it got the both of them all starry-eyed to see it, Jean especially. It looked as if he were about to reach forward and touch the screen.
"Can't believe that's going on inside you," he ended up saying instead.
...
Jean and Armin were still marveling at the picture they'd gotten from their ultrasound, after they'd returned home that night and lay in bed together. Once in a while, Jean lost sight of the baby, leading Armin to point it out to him again.
Now, the reality of their situation had settled in; before long, Jean was going to have to find a job that paid all right (easier said than done, considering his young age and the fact he was still in high school). Then came having to find their own place, as per Marco's request.
After all that would come preparing for the baby; buying things like formula, diapers, and clothes, which alone could end up costing them a fortune.
The whole thing was just becoming a total mess. Armin looked to be aware of this when he set the picture down and stared at the ceiling.
"Jean?" He waited until he could hear Jean make a noise like "Mm-hmm?"
"Jean..." He reached down and pressed his hand flat against his belly. "I feel like I don't have the capability to be a good mother. To be honest, I'm terrified. It's...a lot to take in."
Armin lazily drew a finger around his navel, going quiet now. Not answering right away, Jean reached over to place a hand over Armin's. He sidled up closer to him, and rubbed their cheeks together.
"If you think I'm ever going to abandon you, don't. I seem to recall 'death do us part' as part of what was said at our wedding.
"Yeah, it's gonna be difficult, but I'll do my best to provide. I'll take care of you both, I promise."
Silence. Armin tried changing the subject.
"I think my back's starting to hurt." Jean didn't say anything, but he did roll onto his side to help Armin out.
...
Before long, that simple back rub turned into something far more adult.
Jean sat at the edge of the bed, his legs opened slightly apart from each other. In front of them, Armin knelt down onto the floor, then took hold of Jean's shorts and worked them off of him. Once they were off, Armin got back down to start licking at Jean's hard cock.
Just as Armin wanted to see, Jean bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes. He let out a rumbly groan while Armin started taking in more of him.
Then his breath hitched when Armin reached up to massage his balls, in the hopes of making it feel better for him.
"Armin..." Jean groaned out before laying a hand on top of Armin's head, coaxing him to go just a little more.
When it was over, Armin wiped the cum off of his chin. He stood up in preparation for getting back to bed. To say the least, he was surprised when Jean took hold of his wrist and pulled him back.
"Eh...?" Armin closed his eyes halfway as Jean softly kissed his belly, before pressing his face in and murmuring something he couldn't completely understand.
"...love you already...do anything...father was a loser..."
Then he went back to kissing his stomach. Just as Armin did for him, now Jean got to his own knees and pulled Armin's shorts down gradually. In no time at all, he was repaying the favor.
Armin had to admit that feeling Jean's warm mouth around his cock was wonderful. He couldn't help but reach up under his nightshirt and pinch one of his nipples. The other hand found itself in Jean's hair.
There weren't any words spoken between them, only sounds of pleasure. Armin could be heard gasping, panting, and moaning. Jean, on the other hand, kept groaning and sucking gently while bobbing his head back and forth.
Reaching back down to put his other hand next to the first one, Armin tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He felt Jean take in more of him, to the point of deep-throating. Jean was gripping his hips to try and get his cock in a little deeper. He at least got it in enough to feel his airways get blocked. He held himself like that for a while, long enough to really feel it affecting him.
Armin pulled out a bit when he saw Jean's eyes roll back into his head. Jean himself attempted to hide this by closing his eyes, letting out a series of muffled groans as well.
For what felt like hours (which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing) it went on like this. Armin kept emitting sounds of pleasure and bliss. Jean, meanwhile, was beginning to casually touch himself. Armin's noises were music to his ears, causing him to do so.
"Jean...oh, Jean...Jean, yes...!" Armin kept chanting Jean's name like some form of mantra. He tried to keep it quiet in case he could accidentally wake Marco up.
One last gasping breath signaled Armin reaching his limit. He felt himself cum, the bitter and salty substance spurting down Jean's throat. Jean swallowed as much as he could, before pulling away to gasp for air.
...
Early the next morning, Jean and Armin were able to wake up before Marco did.
Armin sat at the kitchen table, poking at a bowl of congealing oatmeal. Leaning on the kitchen counter, Jean sipped at a small mug of coffee. Both of them looked out the nearby window, seeing just how dreary the day would be for them.
Nothing was said; there wasn't really much to talk about. Both of them were such different people. The silence was thick and troublesome, though.
"At least today's an inservice day," Jean murmured behind his coffee mug. Armin just nodded and made a sound of agreement. He ate a couple small spoonfuls of his now cold oatmeal before just leaving his spoon in the bowl. His gaze was still directed outside.
"...Why was this what you wanted?"
"Huh? You mean the coffee and oatmeal?"
Armin frowned. "No...I mean getting married. I thought maybe you were going to ask me to get an abortion that day. So why did you suggest getting married instead of that?"
Now Jean was quiet, before lowering his mug and shrugging. "Just seemed like the right thing to do, I suppose. What, did you want me to leave you high and dry?"
"No! I just..." Armin gazed downward when he stood up to confront him better. "What are you going to do when the whole school knows about this? I don't want you to be in trouble or anything."
"The whole school didn't knock you up. Anyone that has a problem with me and you can go suck it."
Armin actually gave an amused grin before he took his turn to speak.
"It's just that...well, having a baby wasn't exactly on my list of future endeavors. I don't think it was a part of yours, either. I mean, what about any football scholarships you might have been waiting for?"
"Baby comes first. Football can wait."