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Narrator's POV

"James!" Kendall sighed.

James' eyes fluttered open, feeling tears continue to flee down his face. Kendall looked at him worriedly, rushing over to his side kneeling down next to him, smoothing a hand through James' brown hair, "Hey, are you alright?"

James rubbed his eyes with embarrassment. He tried to answer, but a choked sob slipped out of his mouth instead. Kendall looked even more concerned than before, holding out his arms as he always did. James immediately snuggled closer; Kendall's hugs always consoled him. Fox was swiftly patrolling investigating anything that bothered to move.

Kendall was safe and warm as always, his fingers trailing lightly through James' silky hair. James' eyes shut again, his pounding heart already slowing. "Nightmare?" Kendall asked quietly.

James nodded. Well that was what woke him up in the first place. Wrapping his arms around Kendall's body, holding him as close as possible. "You haven't had one in a while, wanna talk about it?" Kendall commented, James tried to ignore it, staying silent. "Is everything okay?"

"J-Just a rough week I guess," James mumbled into Kendall's shoulder.

"I think there's a little bit more to tell," Kendall became impatient, still calm and trying comfort his boyfriend in any way imaginable.

He squeezed James tighter. "Just let me know if anything's ever bothering you, James," he whispered, "I'm always here for you."

"A baby." James spoke.

"What about a baby?" Kendall became confused; he obviously didn't see what was coming.

"Our baby had died in childbirth, and when I wanted to see it, everyone just ignored me. That's what the nightmare was about." James answered softly, and here it comes, he thought.

"Okay?" Kendall questioned, apparently still not as smart as he usually made himself out to be.

James was good at hiding things. He once hid Carlos' helmet for a full week before Carlos finally found it at the bottom of the pool. He had once hid all of Logan's homework until Logan had nearly been crying from the stress. He had kind of felt bad for making Logan that stressed out but it had been fun to watch Logan squirm.

But the thing James was best at hiding was his emotions.

"Yep, we're ok." James responded.

"Wait what do you mean we're?" Kendall caught James; it's a miracle the gears in his brain finally turned round James joked in his head... The blonde boy smiled. "Jamie, how did this happen?"

James instantly loosened up becoming comfortable. "Well you see, a boy named Kendall and a boy named James really got worked up, and Kendall shoved his…" James paused Kendall knowing what he was implying, "up James'," he paused again, and laughed. "And here we are." He smiled sweetly up at Kendall's face, impressed and in awe with how his boyfriend was taking it.

"How long, come on tell me how, long do I have to wait." Kendall jumped, he was so excited! James was having a baby, his baby.

"A while, like 8 months, I'm only 3 weeks in I'm guessing, we can find out when we go to the doctors." James whispered, and gently laid his head on Kendall's chest listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat... trying to fall back asleep.

After a while he, possibly, succeeded at his task and even though he was "asleep" he continued whimpering briefly through the night. While Kendall stayed awake feeling it was his job to be prepared for anything to happen. Minutes felt like hours as he kept a watchful eye over his crush in which he had been madly in love with since the 7th grade. There was just something about the way James was always infatuated with his hair, the way he could see deep in the thoughts of others and know what was troubling them, or what was on their minds; while also skillfully hiding his own feelings putting others before himself, his hypnotizing gaze exploded in his hazel eyes as he stared in yours would completely blow you away, and make you feel important as he comforted you in any way possible.

He still kept his focus on James' tired body. Totally going to be a long night!

James' POV

I had noticed Kendall had fallen asleep, not more than a few hours, after I faked going to back to sleep. I looked at the clock. 4:22 am.

I sighed. I can only wonder why people are the way they are, thoughts rolling through my mind as I looked at Kendall' shirtless torso and followed the scar that marked from the top of his shoulder, twisting and turning, reaching down past his sweatpants waistline with my eyes. Kendall never really talked about how he got that mark just that his father was really abusive. I always wondered how far down it went. Even during sex, I never noticed it, I always was so caught up with Kendall, and the thought never really crossed my mind. I started to trace it with his finger, I didn't even make it halfway down when Kendall shot up, eyes widened, and looking straight at me. "I'm so sorry I woke you," I whispered trying not to wake anyone else up. Kendall shook his head, and plopped back, against the pillow.

"Jamie why didn't you tell me?" the thoughts finally started to sink in, oh boy.

Kendall's POV

"Well," James went on to explain to me, he had actually just found out before I found him crying. He was literally crying because of it.

"Okay," I whispered, I hated being out of the loop. "You really need to know that you can tell me anything." He smiled, "and as a couple we will always get through things together. Always!"

"Promise?" James was never trusting, over anything.

"Promise baby." I smiled, "you three hungry?" I said looking at the clock, referring to James the baby and Fox.

"What are today's specials?" James joked.

James' POV

Still really early, we crept down the stairs almost tripping over Fox at times, trying not to wake my mom. We entered the kitchen as Kendall pulled out the cold greasy pizza pie from the night before. My eyes lit up with excitement. "So there is a god?" I said in an over dramatic tone. I grew to hate the whole idea of religion and decided not to believe in any specific religion at all. I just could not grasp how someone who apparently made him in his own image and loves him no matter what he has created like his own could hate such a simple thing. Or how there was always a catch in everything. It's just annoying. It was a hard time for him to find out how most of these things worked.

I'm still a little shaken up from my dream, I couldn't help it. The thought of Kendall hating me—leaving me, made me want to crawl into a hole to die slowly and painfully. I just wouldn't let it happen.

"You okay?" Kendall looks at me after he puts the pizza in the oven—trying to reheat it.

"I'm fine," I lie.

"Well, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I shrug, lying again. I knew my lies weren't passing Kendall's judgments, due to the fact that he raised an eyebrow at me like he always did when he caught me in a lie.

"Really," he comes over to kiss my shoulder, working his way up my neck and finally to my lips. This calms me down a bit, allowing me to breathe and relax again. "Are you sure about that?" he tries again, trying to get me to spill everything.

"No," I sigh, giving into the large amount of pressure he's putting on me.

"What's wrong, Jamie?" He reaches up to brush my bangs out of my eyes, something he knew I loved.

"Are you going to leave me, once the baby comes?" I swallow back the lump forming in my throat, willing my tears to go away.

"What?" Kendall looks hurt, his face twists in confusion. "Why would you even ask that?"

"I don't know," I choke up, tears forming. "The dream…it was just so real," I cry.

"It's okay…How did it end again? That's when you were really screaming," he comforts me, before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a warm hug.

"Y-you said you hated me," I sob; worried he might actually hate me someday.

"Oh god, Jamie, I could never hate you," he pulls away from the hug to reach up and wipe the tears off of my cheeks.

"B-but in the dream—"

"It was just a nightmare, please, I love you so much. You know that. I'll love this baby…" he pauses to rub my packed abs, just another thing to think about leaving me, I thought. "Just as much."

"O-okay," I sniff, still worried Kendall might leave me.

"You don't seem convinced," he raises an eyebrow again, not buying my lies.

"I don't know Kenny—" My words are cut off by his soft lips meeting mine, inviting me into a safe haven I felt secure and loved in. When he pulls away, he grins.

"Do you believe me now?" he keeps the grin plastered on his face.

"Maybe," I shrug, smirking. Suddenly, my nose is hit by a strong smell—almost like…burning pizza?

Oh shoot.

"Kendall! The pizza!" I shout, just as the fire alarms start to go off. We start to panic, before I come up with a plan. "You grab it; I'll get the fire alarms off."

I run to the fire alarm system control box, turning off the blaring sound, hoping my mom didn't wake up. It was only 5 in the morning, after all. I stood in the silence, listening for my mother's footsteps.

When I come back to the kitchen, Kendall has the burnt pizza on the counter, staring at the black pie in front of him with a frown on his face.

"It burned," he pouts. I chuckle; glad we didn't set anything on fire.

"Yeah," I laugh, walking back over to my boyfriend.

Soon, we dig out some cereal from the cabinets, and settle on that instead of the pizza we failed at heating up. About an hour later, we're done and cleaning up the kitchen.

All of a sudden, my mom walks into the kitchen in her robe and nightgown and freezes at the sight of the two of us cleaning up.

"Why are you two up so early?"

Okay so James' description on how this happened was killer! I loved it, and I think 'henderlover' found it funny as well. Well goodnight… and btw, the chapters are from now until the whole birth of the baby thing is going to be around 2,000 – (maybe a little under, like this one) words each. So… yeah…. Anyway… should have another up in the next 2 days.