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Note(s): Sorry for not updating sooner but I've had a busy week. I am, however, absolutely happy because this story got nominated for the Adam/Chase section of the Lab Rats Award Show. Anyway thanks everyone for everything and enjoy.
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Warning(s): same as always
Chapter Twenty-seven: Scared
Adam's P.O.V.
I sit in the living room couch only to stand yet again and start pacing. Two hours! Two damn hours! I think to myself frustrated and worried. I've heard nothing of Chase or our unborn child for two straight hours and it's killing me to actually wait. I sigh and sit again. My head drops to my hands as I try to calm down.
Davenport's P.O.V.
Chase lies on the bed pale and weak. His breathing is even and I watch his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. Already having examined his vitals I move in to do a physical examination. I lift up his shirt to reveal a small bulge barely noticeable unless you know what to look for. Taking a deep breath I place a hesitant hand on it. I press lightly trying to determine whether the baby is fine. Chase lets out a small whimper. He stirs a bit before his eyes flutter open. I withdraw my hand afraid that I hurt him or the baby.
"Mr. Davenport?" He asks groggily.
"Hey buddy," I reply.
"Where's Adam?" He whimpers.
"Outside...waiting for sleeping beauty," I smile sadly trying to lighten the mood.
He sits up slowly and places a shaky hand on his stomach. He stares at me with pleading and fearful eyes. I sigh and nod understanding that he needs Adam.
Chase's P.O.V.
I watch as he goes to fetch my Adam. In minutes both return while Adam runs to be by my side. He pulls me in for a tight hug and a soft tender kiss. I hear Mr. Davenport shift a bit uncomfortable.
"Hey," he breathes when we break apart.
"Hi," I smile tiredly.
"What happened?" Adam demands from Mr. Davenport.
"Adam," I warn softly.
"What happened to him?" He repeats holding me tighter.
I nervously wring my hands together silently wanting to know why I collapsed. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Oh god my baby," I whimper as my hand goes to rest on my stomach.
Adam's eyes grow wide and panicked.
"The baby's-"
"How is my baby? Please don't tell me that I...I..." my throat grows tight.
"Chasey," Adam tries to soothe.
My eyes well up with tears that silently begin to fall. My body starts to shake with the heavy emotion of losing Adam's and my baby.
"Ssh," Adam wipes away my fallen tears.
"Our baby," I mourn.
Adam's head turns to watch Mr. Davenport expectantly and hopeful.
"Chase calm down it's not good for you...or the baby," he says.
I look at him with blurry tear filled eyes.
"He's safe?" I ask hoarsely.
"Then why did Chase...faint? What's wrong?" Adam asks concerned.
"His bionics are providing the baby a better place for it to grow and develop...all his body's adjustments took its toll on him. Without barely eating and the exhaustion of previous day's events finally just caught up to him," he explains.
"So we're fine? Our baby too?" I sniffle.
"Yes Chase, but you have to calm down okay?" He replies.
I nod slowly as a headache starts to form.
"Good," he smiles.
"Very," Adam agrees sighing relieved.
He climbs onto the bed behind me and pulls me closer to his broad chest. I turn slightly more to face him and bury my head in the crook of his neck. I let relieved tears fall now soaking his shirt. He runs his hand on my back trying to calm and soothe my crying. I swallow the lump in my throat.
"I'm sorry," I croak brokenly.
"For what? This is not your fault. We couldn't have known," he whispers.
"I'm so sorry," I mumble tearfully.
"Chasey," he begins.
"Sorry for scaring you," I sniffle.
"I know you are baby," he smiles kindly.
"You're not mad?" I question.
"Yeah but at myself for not realizing that you needed me and that you weren't well," he replies.
"Adam," I hiccup.
"It's okay, you and our baby are safe okay? That's all that matters to me," he responds.
"...thank you," I say wiping away the tears.
"It's okay," he repeats.
"Sorry," I mutter again.
He laughs a bit, "for what?"
"Your shirt...stupid hormones," I sigh.
"As long as you are well and happy I don't mind...plus I have a lot more shirts than this," he says.
"I hate you," I reply.
"What?! Why?" He pouts.
"I just don't understand how you can deal with an annoying and pregnant lover," I return the pout.
"I can deal with you because you aren't much different from before and because I absolutely and unconditionally love you," he smiles and presses a kiss on my forehead.
"...I'm scared," I admit.
"I know you are," he replies.
"You do? How?" I wonder.
"Yeah I know because I'm terrified and this is that I'm not the one knocked up," he grins.
"Adam!" I hit his arm.
"Chase, both of you mean so much to me now...two and a half months ago I would not see myself with you. Much less be your equal or stand beside you. Baby I love you...I have not been the best in the past but that's 'cause I'm your older brother...it was my job. Now we're more than that...more than anything else," he says softly and lovingly.
"Adam stop," I sniff.
"Now you're giving me the best Christmas present," he chuckles.
"Please," I beg.
"Hear me out...you were once a dream that wouldn't come true but look at us now. We're together and we're building our own little family. Our baby is lucky to you as his papa," he finishes his praise.
I bury my face again and sob lightly onto his shoulder.
"Thank you Adam...we're very lucky to have you."