Adam was jolted awake the next morning, having fallen asleep in his position in the bathroom, by the sound of his ringing cellphone in front of him.

—

Although he had been in his home home for at least a good two months after leaving that bathroom behind, he still had to calm his racing heart back down, as he glanced around the room and realized where he'd fallen asleep in.

—

"It's your bathroom…" He reminded himself. "...it's your shitty bathroom, Adam. It's…."

He moaned, as he realized the room was spinning from how quickly he'd jolted his head upward from the counter it was rested on…..which, incidentally was doing his already nauseous stomach no favors.

He let out another moan, as he picked up his phone, just in time to answer it before it would stop ringing.

"Hello?"

"Adam?" Lawrence's voice on the other end responded.

Adam perked up a little, at the recognition of his voice.

"Larry, hey."

Lawrence chuckled softly, sensing very clearly from Adam's tone that he must not have been awake very long. "Hi. Look, I hope I'm not waking you up, I just…" He sighed. "I got your message, and I wanted to say that I'm glad you called. I feel bad about how we left things…"

"No….mmn. No, you're not, I'm just…" He moaned softly to himself, trying to fight off that nauseous feeling in his stomach for just a little bit longer.

"Are you okay?" Genuine concern was evident in his voice,

"Yeah, fine. I just woke up with a splitting headache, is all." He lied. "Just need to get a couple aspirins in me."

"Alright, well, do that, and then what do you say we meet and talk about things over breakfast?"

Oh, God. Please don't talk about food.

He had to choke back the feeling that he was about to throw up a little in his mouth, at the mere thought of it.

"Mmm, yeah. That sounds fine, except, not to impose, but do you think we could meet somewhere a little more private? It's…..not exactly a breakfast date kind of talk."

God, why'd I say DATE?

Lawrence didn't seem to pick up on the slippage, at least that Adam could tell, seeming more concerned than anything.

"Yeah, of course, I'll...work something out. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine." He tried to assure him. "I just need a while to put myself together, is all. Say, an hour?"

Lawrence seemed to accept the answer. "An hour sounds perfect."

"Great, I'll call you then."

He hung up the phone without saying much else, practically jumping off the toilet and yanking the whole seat of it upward to start retching into it.

—

He continued to retch and retch until there was nothing left but dry heaves and his stomach was finally starting to settle back down a little.

He let out a small whimper to himself, just before he flushed it and closed the lid to pull himself back up to his feet and steady himself.

"Fuck me." He moaned.

—

He trudged out of the bathroom and down the hall, toward his bedroom, where he would give himself some time to lie down before he had to get ready to meet up with Lawrence.

His claim that he just wanted more privacy for his conversation with Lawrence wasn't a total lie, as the way that Lawrence had left things with him was only further proof that there was absolutely no way of telling how Lawrence was going to react to the news.

Nor could he honestly blame him, however.

Lawrence, as far as he was concerned, had kept his promise. He came back for him, didn't he?

Now he just wanted to make things right with his wife and kid, who'd gone through their own hell during their ordeal, so why shouldn't he jump at the chance to do just that?

Adam laid back in his bed and sighed to himself, looking downward, as he placed a hand over his still flat stomach and gave a small smile.

None of that, of course, made it any easier on him to know that he was about to have to tell him he had another kid on the way.

An hour passed, and Lawrence let Adam know that he had rented them a room in a motel that was a little nicer than the one they had previously met up in.

He would order food in, his treat, if Adam wanted, and they would have as much time as was needed to talk everything over.

—

Adam declined the offer for food again, but accepted a soda offered to him from the fridge, hoping it might settle his stomach a little.

—

Adam began to pace around, near where Lawrence was sitting on one of the beds, working up the nerve to finally lay it out.

"Alright, look, Lar, I'm not even sure how to say this, so I'm just going to say it."

"Adam, you're starting to scare me now. What is it, are you sick?"

No, that part of it was the least of his problems now.

"No, Lar...I'm, look, don't freak out, but I'm.….." He took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Lawrence sat there, staring blankly back at him, unable to say anything, as he tried to process what Adam had just told him.

The silence between them was deafening, and only served to trigger Adam's heart to start pounding in his chest again.

"...Larry, please say something…" His voice started to break, as he pleaded. "...Larry.

"Oh, don't give me that." He responded sharply. "What kind of sick joke is this?" He practically shot up from the bed. "It's not funn- "

Adam cut him off, tears welling in his eyes in disbelief. "Jo- Why would I joke about something like this?! Hell, up until last night, I was praying that it was just the flu!"

He exaggerated the time he actually found out, only slightly. He didn't need Lawrence getting on him for his little smoke, back at the motel room.

He wiped his face. "...and yeah, it's yours." He scoffed. "Are you gonna accuse me of that too?! Because, I'm not the one screwing- "

"Of course not!"

The shout inadvertently startled Adam, making him take a step back.

Lawrence sighed again. "Look, I'm sorry, I just…..I think you can understand, I- "

The pain, that could so obviously be seen in Adam's eyes, made him stop himself mid sentence and he sighed. "...You're sure?"

"...Yeah…." Adam answered quietly. "Yeah, I-I'm sure. I took like four tests last night, and I was even gonna bring a couple with me, I just…"

Lawrence nodded. "Are you okay? I mean….have you seen a doctor?"

"Other than the one who knocked me up and has been leading me on for the past two months, no." He remarked. "I haven't…...like I said, I only found out last night." He sighed. "I was going to make a call today, after…"

"I wasn't- " Lawrence started to argue, before thinking better of it. He shook his head to himself. "...Look, tell you what.."

Adam didn't say anything, just listened intently as he started to take some comfort from the more gentle tone Lawrence had shifted to.

"Make the call, try to get in….let's say, tomorrow morning, I'll take the morning off again and I'll go with you."

Adam perked up just a little, a small smile coming across his face. "You mean it?"

"Of course I do." He reassured him. "I want to."

"Well, uh I'll see what I can do….thanks."

"Of course."

The smile that had briefly made it across Lawrence's face quickly faded, as he watched the color start to drain from Adam's face as he put a hand to his stomach and let out a soft groan.

"Adam? A- "

But Adam had already bolted for the nearest trash can and was retching into it.

"Jesus." Lawrence sighed, rushing over to Adam and putting a hand over his back to try and comfort him til he was finished.

—-

He smiled sympathetically back at Adam, when he finally was finished and lifted his head back up.

"...Guess I won't ask you if you changed your mind about breakfast." He joked.

The laugh it gave Adam made him temporarily forget the feeling in his stomach that the mention of food again should've given him. "Right, I think I'd rather just lay down for a while, if it's all the same to you."

"I think that's a good idea." Lawrence agreed, offering a hand to help him up.

Adam gladly accepted it and allowed him to walk him over to the bed he'd been sitting on, so he could rest.