Smile Like You Mean It 2/?
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oh_ameliaTitle: Smile Like You Mean It
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
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elyxer
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. There is some Br/M in this chapter, but only in Michael’s imagination.
Summary: It’s all about decisions, and how they can change your life. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun.
Author's Note 2: This is NOT a B/J fic. It has no major pairing, but there is some B/J-ness in the background.
Status: WIP
Previous Chapter: Chapter 1
Five Weeks Earlier
Michael sat in the examination room at the clinic, wrapping the standard hospital gown around his body more tightly. He hated that the office was so cold. It had been 20 minutes since Dr. Russell left, and he was getting worried.
“Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell said as he opened the door. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I put a rush on these blood test results because I wanted to get them the second they were ready.”
“Is everything alright?” Michael asked with a worried expression on his face.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell answered with a huge smile as he looked over the chart once again. “It is actually quite extraordinary.”
“Extraordinary? That I’ve been sick for the past three weeks?!” Michael exclaimed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Please, settle down. Getting excited won’t help matters any.” Dr. Russell put a calming hand in Michael’s shoulder.
Michael rubbed his face with the palm of his hands before running his trembling fingers through his hair. “Will you please just tell me what’s going on?”
“Let me say this first,” Dr. Russell said as he sat down in a chair and opened Michael’s file. “While not widely known, it does happen. I’d say about 1 in every 50,000.”
“What happens?” Michael asked anxiously.
“Spontaneous male pregnancy,” Dr. Russell answered.
“Spontaneous what?!” Michael jumped and almost slid off the table, frantically trying to keep the gown from gaping open.
“Spontaneous male pregnancy,” the doctor repeated.
“You have got to be kidding me! Men can’t get pregnant. It’s impossible!” Michael’s hand went to his throat as he struggled to catch his breath. Little spots began to dance in front of his eyes so he blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision.
“Not at all, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell continued in a calm voice. “Anything is possible.”
“Stop saying that! I want a second opinion,” Michael demanded. “A sane opinion. You’ve obviously lost your fucking mind.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.” Dr. Russell chuckled as he made his way to the door. He pressed the button on the intercom and said, “Dr. Lopez, you can come in now.”
“Who’s Dr. Lopez?” Michael glared at Dr. Russell accusingly.
“You said you wanted a second opinion. Dr. Lopez will give one to you.”
The door opened and a middle-aged man walked in, pushing a large machine.
“Ah, Mr. Novotny, such a pleasure to meet you,” Dr. Lopez said as he held out his hand.
“What is that?” Michael pointed to the machine the doctor brought in with him, ignoring the outstretched hand.
“That is a sonogram machine. While you won’t be able to hear anything or see much, it will confirm what Dr. Russell has been telling you.”
Dr. Lopez pulled open a drawer on the machine cart and put on a pair of latex gloves, letting them snap against his wrist. He grabbed an instrument with a cord coming out of the end and held it up to show Michael. “Now if you’ll lie down on the table and open your gown…”
Michael’s eyes became wide as saucers. He didn’t know what it was, but it was big. “You are not putting that…thing in me!”
“Of course not, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell said with a small chuckle. “It’s still way too soon to see anything anally. We’ll wait until your second trimester for that. For the anal examination, we’ll use this.” He pulled out a metal wand that had to be at least a foot long and three inches in diameter.
“What?!” Michael looked frantically around the room, searching for his clothes. One of his hands moved to cover his ass in a protective gesture. He had to get out of this office now! “You’re all insane!”
“Calm down,” Dr. Lopez said as he pushed Michael back onto the exam table. “Everything will be fine. Now just lie back and…think of England.”
“Think of England? What the fuck are you talking about?” Michael lifted his head and glared at the doctors.
“Just relax, Michael,” Dr. Russell said as he rolled his chair to the head of the exam table. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
“Can I have just one moment to collect my thoughts, please?” Michael asked as he sat up and lightly touched his hand to his stomach.
“Mr. Novotny, the sooner we get this over with the sooner you’ll be able to go home,” Dr. Lopez said, trying to coax Michael to lie back down…again.
“Okay, okay.” Michael nodded and closed his eyes tightly. He jumped slightly when he felt a stream of a cold gel-like substance on his stomach. His eyes widened and he gripped the side of the table until his knuckles turned white. “Uh, Dr. Lopez, I really need to take a moment.”
“Everyone gets nervous when the gel goes on. Just relax,” Dr. Lopez said in a calm soothing voice. “Sshhhh.”
Michael thought of a couple of places Dr. Lopez could shove that ‘sshhh.’ He really had to pee now and the gel wasn’t helping one bit. His ass cheeks were clenching together and he could taste coppery blood from biting his bottom lip so hard. What possessed him to have those three Frappuccinos earlier?
The device good old Dr. Lopez was using moved across his stomach, pressing down and putting more pressure on his already overtaxed bladder, and he felt his control slipping.
“Doc—Dr. Lopez.” Michael patted the doctor’s free arm.
“One more minute, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Lopez requested.
Michael gritted his teeth and took small breaths. Maybe he should just let it go and give the doctor a warm golden shower. Just before he was about to relieve himself, Dr. Lopez pulled the wand back and wiped his stomach clean.
“All done.” Dr. Lopez removed his gloves and threw them in the trash. He pressed a large green button on the side of the sonogram machine and a small black and white photo printed out below it. “Here it is,” he said as he handed Michael the photo.
“What am I looking at?” Michael asked as he scanned the photo. “I don’t see anything but black and white lines.”
“Do you see that small cluster of white in the bottom middle?”
“Yeah,” Michael answered slowly.
“That’s your baby,” Dr. Lopez confirmed with a smile. “Well, I should get going. I have another patient, and I need to get this machine back to the hospital. Good luck, Mr. Novotny. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
After the doctors left the room to confer with each other, Michael got dressed and sat back down on the end of the exam table. He looked at the picture in his hand and wondered if he was going crazy since he was actually starting to believe this was really happening.
The door opened and Dr. Russell returned with an apprehensive smile on his face.
“I’ve been looking over your blood work some more, and I am happy to report that everything is in fine working order. Though, I do have some questions for you.”
“Okay,” Michael said, getting a little worried again.
“I know this is none of my business, but for the sake of your child, it’s imperative that I know the facts.”
“I already filled out all the papers before I came back here. What more do you need to know?”
“I am aware of your relationship with Ben Bruckner,” Dr. Russell said with a small sigh. “I’m also aware that he is HIV positive.”
“Yeah…he is,” Michael said, realizing what the doctor wanted to know.
“So if he is the father then we need to start treatment,” Dr. Russell said gently. “And if he isn’t the father then you need to tell me who is.”
Michael ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt a warm stream flow down his thigh.
He really shouldn’t have had those Frappuccinos.
~oo00oo~
Present Day
Michael woke up in a sweat and immediately ran to the bathroom. He barely made it in time before he lost all the contents of his stomach to the toilet.
He stayed on the floor until his stomach calmed down and the room stopped spinning. The cold linoleum floor helped alleviate some of his morning sickness. As soon as he felt well enough, he stood up and washed the taste of vomit out of his mouth.
Mornings truly were the worst. Mornings were the time when it all started.
Michael quickly got into his usual morning routine and by the time he was finished with breakfast he was ready to become Amanda. She was always the last thing he did in the morning.
In the bedroom, he looked in the once coveted full-length mirror and cringed. Only two months into the pregnancy and he could already see a change in his body. His hips were starting to widen, and the six-pack he fantasized about having every time he went to the gym was getting harder to imagine.
He picked out a knee length skirt and a purple leopard stripe blouse. The chunky sandals were waiting to be repaired, so he opted for simple flats. He eyed his toes and decided that he would need to shave them again when he got home tonight.
He opened the refrigerator and took out the balloons he prepared the night before, putting them in his bra. The cold caused him to shiver, but this was the most action he had seen in months. His right hand didn’t count, and neither did the five dildos he kept in the drawer beside his bed.
His curly blonde wig and black-framed glasses completed the ensemble.
He looked at the address for Brian and Justin’s loft once more before locking the door and heading downstairs.
~oo00oo~
Amanda used her key to let herself into the apartment building and was relieved when she saw an elevator on the far wall next to the mailboxes. Even though the building only had 5 floors, the space between them was greater than at her own place. When the doors opened to the top floor, she saw a long hallway with a single door at the end.
Her amazement the first time she saw Brian’s loft was nothing in comparison to her reaction to seeing his new place with Justin. The entertainment unit, the kitchen, the bathroom...they were all so amazing and beautiful. Amanda couldn’t help but feel awe and jealousy.
She decided to push all negative thoughts away and get to work, but as she looked around the apartment she had no idea where to start. Everything looked spotless. If she was in a cartoon the kitchen would ding, showing off its cleanliness.
A piece of paper on the island caught her attention, and she went over to see what it was. Her name was written across the top and underneath was a list of everything that was expected.
“Laundry. That seems easy enough,” Amanda said as she made her way to the laundry room. When she got there, she was greeted with an empty room. “Okay, it’s probably still in the bedroom.”
She opened the bedroom door and was frozen to the spot.
In the middle of the room and in the middle of the bed, she watched as her best friend in the whole wide world got fucked by his blond twinkie boyfriend.
Brian spread his legs wider as Justin continued to thrust in his tight ass. He cupped the sides of Justin’s face and pulled him down for a kiss. He moaned into the kiss and hissed in pleasure as Justin moved down to his nipples.
“Oh God, Justin,” Brian said breathlessly. “I love it when you fuck me.”
Amanda watched as Justin’s thick cock moved in and out of Brian, she imagined that it was her who was making Brian feel such pleasure.
“Oh, Mikey, fuck me with your huge cock,” Brian moaned. “No one can fuck me the way you do. Oh yeah, that’s it.”
Michael pulled his hard long cock from Brian’s tight hole and quickly pushed back in. “Do I make you wet, baby? Do I?” Michael asked as he licked and sucked on Brian’s neck.
“Oh God, Michael!” Brian gasped as he tangled his fingers in Michael’s dark silky locks. “Why did we wait so long to do this? You’re so incredible!”
Michael flipped over on his back so that Brian was on top of him riding his cock. He pressed his feet on the bed and used his strong muscular thighs to thrust up rhythmically into Brian.
Brian leaned forward and held onto Michael’s shoulders, dizzy from such intense pleasure. “Oh, yeah, baby, just like that. You know how I like it.”
Michael reached between his and Brian’s bodies and took Brian’s leaking cock in his hand. He stroked slowly as he rubbed his thumb over the slit, spreading the cum over the thick throbbing member.
“Come for me, Brian,” Michael said huskily.
“Only for you, Michael,” Brian gasped as he came all over his and his lover’s stomach. “Only for you, baby.”
She thought the cold pudding filled balloons against her nipples was a rush. That wasn’t anything compared to this. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a cock live and in person.
Speaking of cocks, she could feel hers growing hard. The skirt that was once loose and roomy was now tight and constricting. She lightly touched her hand to the growing buldge and bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping. If she didn’t take care of this problem fast then she wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next. She stepped backward slowly and was almost out of the door when the floorboard creaked underneath her.
Brian and Justin looked over mid-orgasm, and Brian hurried to pull a sheet over them.
“So sorry,” Amanda said, turning her back to them. “I didn’t know anyone was still home.”
She ran down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Only after she heard them call out their good-byes did she come out of the bathroom.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 3
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Beta:
elyxerChapter: 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, crack!fic, cross-dressing, squick, Passions inspired. So not everything has to make sense. And since COWLIP can make things up I don't see why I can't. There is some Br/M in this chapter, but only in Michael’s imagination.
Summary: It’s all about decisions, and how they can change your life. This is an AU of my AU fic The Perfidious Lover. You don't need to have read it to get this though. Just know that Nathan is MINE! :) *sees Rena coming and runs for my life!*
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me write a fic about everything I normally try to avoid, but I just couldn’t help it. No offense is meant to the people who LIKE to write serious mpreg fics. This is all in good fun.
Author's Note 2: This is NOT a B/J fic. It has no major pairing, but there is some B/J-ness in the background.
Status: WIP
Previous Chapter: Chapter 1
Five Weeks Earlier
Michael sat in the examination room at the clinic, wrapping the standard hospital gown around his body more tightly. He hated that the office was so cold. It had been 20 minutes since Dr. Russell left, and he was getting worried.
“Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell said as he opened the door. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I put a rush on these blood test results because I wanted to get them the second they were ready.”
“Is everything alright?” Michael asked with a worried expression on his face.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell answered with a huge smile as he looked over the chart once again. “It is actually quite extraordinary.”
“Extraordinary? That I’ve been sick for the past three weeks?!” Michael exclaimed. “You can’t be serious.”
“Please, settle down. Getting excited won’t help matters any.” Dr. Russell put a calming hand in Michael’s shoulder.
Michael rubbed his face with the palm of his hands before running his trembling fingers through his hair. “Will you please just tell me what’s going on?”
“Let me say this first,” Dr. Russell said as he sat down in a chair and opened Michael’s file. “While not widely known, it does happen. I’d say about 1 in every 50,000.”
“What happens?” Michael asked anxiously.
“Spontaneous male pregnancy,” Dr. Russell answered.
“Spontaneous what?!” Michael jumped and almost slid off the table, frantically trying to keep the gown from gaping open.
“Spontaneous male pregnancy,” the doctor repeated.
“You have got to be kidding me! Men can’t get pregnant. It’s impossible!” Michael’s hand went to his throat as he struggled to catch his breath. Little spots began to dance in front of his eyes so he blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision.
“Not at all, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell continued in a calm voice. “Anything is possible.”
“Stop saying that! I want a second opinion,” Michael demanded. “A sane opinion. You’ve obviously lost your fucking mind.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that.” Dr. Russell chuckled as he made his way to the door. He pressed the button on the intercom and said, “Dr. Lopez, you can come in now.”
“Who’s Dr. Lopez?” Michael glared at Dr. Russell accusingly.
“You said you wanted a second opinion. Dr. Lopez will give one to you.”
The door opened and a middle-aged man walked in, pushing a large machine.
“Ah, Mr. Novotny, such a pleasure to meet you,” Dr. Lopez said as he held out his hand.
“What is that?” Michael pointed to the machine the doctor brought in with him, ignoring the outstretched hand.
“That is a sonogram machine. While you won’t be able to hear anything or see much, it will confirm what Dr. Russell has been telling you.”
Dr. Lopez pulled open a drawer on the machine cart and put on a pair of latex gloves, letting them snap against his wrist. He grabbed an instrument with a cord coming out of the end and held it up to show Michael. “Now if you’ll lie down on the table and open your gown…”
Michael’s eyes became wide as saucers. He didn’t know what it was, but it was big. “You are not putting that…thing in me!”
“Of course not, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Russell said with a small chuckle. “It’s still way too soon to see anything anally. We’ll wait until your second trimester for that. For the anal examination, we’ll use this.” He pulled out a metal wand that had to be at least a foot long and three inches in diameter.
“What?!” Michael looked frantically around the room, searching for his clothes. One of his hands moved to cover his ass in a protective gesture. He had to get out of this office now! “You’re all insane!”
“Calm down,” Dr. Lopez said as he pushed Michael back onto the exam table. “Everything will be fine. Now just lie back and…think of England.”
“Think of England? What the fuck are you talking about?” Michael lifted his head and glared at the doctors.
“Just relax, Michael,” Dr. Russell said as he rolled his chair to the head of the exam table. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
“Can I have just one moment to collect my thoughts, please?” Michael asked as he sat up and lightly touched his hand to his stomach.
“Mr. Novotny, the sooner we get this over with the sooner you’ll be able to go home,” Dr. Lopez said, trying to coax Michael to lie back down…again.
“Okay, okay.” Michael nodded and closed his eyes tightly. He jumped slightly when he felt a stream of a cold gel-like substance on his stomach. His eyes widened and he gripped the side of the table until his knuckles turned white. “Uh, Dr. Lopez, I really need to take a moment.”
“Everyone gets nervous when the gel goes on. Just relax,” Dr. Lopez said in a calm soothing voice. “Sshhhh.”
Michael thought of a couple of places Dr. Lopez could shove that ‘sshhh.’ He really had to pee now and the gel wasn’t helping one bit. His ass cheeks were clenching together and he could taste coppery blood from biting his bottom lip so hard. What possessed him to have those three Frappuccinos earlier?
The device good old Dr. Lopez was using moved across his stomach, pressing down and putting more pressure on his already overtaxed bladder, and he felt his control slipping.
“Doc—Dr. Lopez.” Michael patted the doctor’s free arm.
“One more minute, Mr. Novotny,” Dr. Lopez requested.
Michael gritted his teeth and took small breaths. Maybe he should just let it go and give the doctor a warm golden shower. Just before he was about to relieve himself, Dr. Lopez pulled the wand back and wiped his stomach clean.
“All done.” Dr. Lopez removed his gloves and threw them in the trash. He pressed a large green button on the side of the sonogram machine and a small black and white photo printed out below it. “Here it is,” he said as he handed Michael the photo.
“What am I looking at?” Michael asked as he scanned the photo. “I don’t see anything but black and white lines.”
“Do you see that small cluster of white in the bottom middle?”
“Yeah,” Michael answered slowly.
“That’s your baby,” Dr. Lopez confirmed with a smile. “Well, I should get going. I have another patient, and I need to get this machine back to the hospital. Good luck, Mr. Novotny. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
After the doctors left the room to confer with each other, Michael got dressed and sat back down on the end of the exam table. He looked at the picture in his hand and wondered if he was going crazy since he was actually starting to believe this was really happening.
The door opened and Dr. Russell returned with an apprehensive smile on his face.
“I’ve been looking over your blood work some more, and I am happy to report that everything is in fine working order. Though, I do have some questions for you.”
“Okay,” Michael said, getting a little worried again.
“I know this is none of my business, but for the sake of your child, it’s imperative that I know the facts.”
“I already filled out all the papers before I came back here. What more do you need to know?”
“I am aware of your relationship with Ben Bruckner,” Dr. Russell said with a small sigh. “I’m also aware that he is HIV positive.”
“Yeah…he is,” Michael said, realizing what the doctor wanted to know.
“So if he is the father then we need to start treatment,” Dr. Russell said gently. “And if he isn’t the father then you need to tell me who is.”
Michael ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt a warm stream flow down his thigh.
He really shouldn’t have had those Frappuccinos.
Present Day
Michael woke up in a sweat and immediately ran to the bathroom. He barely made it in time before he lost all the contents of his stomach to the toilet.
He stayed on the floor until his stomach calmed down and the room stopped spinning. The cold linoleum floor helped alleviate some of his morning sickness. As soon as he felt well enough, he stood up and washed the taste of vomit out of his mouth.
Mornings truly were the worst. Mornings were the time when it all started.
Michael quickly got into his usual morning routine and by the time he was finished with breakfast he was ready to become Amanda. She was always the last thing he did in the morning.
In the bedroom, he looked in the once coveted full-length mirror and cringed. Only two months into the pregnancy and he could already see a change in his body. His hips were starting to widen, and the six-pack he fantasized about having every time he went to the gym was getting harder to imagine.
He picked out a knee length skirt and a purple leopard stripe blouse. The chunky sandals were waiting to be repaired, so he opted for simple flats. He eyed his toes and decided that he would need to shave them again when he got home tonight.
He opened the refrigerator and took out the balloons he prepared the night before, putting them in his bra. The cold caused him to shiver, but this was the most action he had seen in months. His right hand didn’t count, and neither did the five dildos he kept in the drawer beside his bed.
His curly blonde wig and black-framed glasses completed the ensemble.
He looked at the address for Brian and Justin’s loft once more before locking the door and heading downstairs.
Amanda used her key to let herself into the apartment building and was relieved when she saw an elevator on the far wall next to the mailboxes. Even though the building only had 5 floors, the space between them was greater than at her own place. When the doors opened to the top floor, she saw a long hallway with a single door at the end.
Her amazement the first time she saw Brian’s loft was nothing in comparison to her reaction to seeing his new place with Justin. The entertainment unit, the kitchen, the bathroom...they were all so amazing and beautiful. Amanda couldn’t help but feel awe and jealousy.
She decided to push all negative thoughts away and get to work, but as she looked around the apartment she had no idea where to start. Everything looked spotless. If she was in a cartoon the kitchen would ding, showing off its cleanliness.
A piece of paper on the island caught her attention, and she went over to see what it was. Her name was written across the top and underneath was a list of everything that was expected.
“Laundry. That seems easy enough,” Amanda said as she made her way to the laundry room. When she got there, she was greeted with an empty room. “Okay, it’s probably still in the bedroom.”
She opened the bedroom door and was frozen to the spot.
In the middle of the room and in the middle of the bed, she watched as her best friend in the whole wide world got fucked by his blond twinkie boyfriend.
Brian spread his legs wider as Justin continued to thrust in his tight ass. He cupped the sides of Justin’s face and pulled him down for a kiss. He moaned into the kiss and hissed in pleasure as Justin moved down to his nipples.
“Oh God, Justin,” Brian said breathlessly. “I love it when you fuck me.”
Amanda watched as Justin’s thick cock moved in and out of Brian, she imagined that it was her who was making Brian feel such pleasure.
“Oh, Mikey, fuck me with your huge cock,” Brian moaned. “No one can fuck me the way you do. Oh yeah, that’s it.”
Michael pulled his hard long cock from Brian’s tight hole and quickly pushed back in. “Do I make you wet, baby? Do I?” Michael asked as he licked and sucked on Brian’s neck.
“Oh God, Michael!” Brian gasped as he tangled his fingers in Michael’s dark silky locks. “Why did we wait so long to do this? You’re so incredible!”
Michael flipped over on his back so that Brian was on top of him riding his cock. He pressed his feet on the bed and used his strong muscular thighs to thrust up rhythmically into Brian.
Brian leaned forward and held onto Michael’s shoulders, dizzy from such intense pleasure. “Oh, yeah, baby, just like that. You know how I like it.”
Michael reached between his and Brian’s bodies and took Brian’s leaking cock in his hand. He stroked slowly as he rubbed his thumb over the slit, spreading the cum over the thick throbbing member.
“Come for me, Brian,” Michael said huskily.
“Only for you, Michael,” Brian gasped as he came all over his and his lover’s stomach. “Only for you, baby.”
She thought the cold pudding filled balloons against her nipples was a rush. That wasn’t anything compared to this. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a cock live and in person.
Speaking of cocks, she could feel hers growing hard. The skirt that was once loose and roomy was now tight and constricting. She lightly touched her hand to the growing buldge and bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping. If she didn’t take care of this problem fast then she wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next. She stepped backward slowly and was almost out of the door when the floorboard creaked underneath her.
Brian and Justin looked over mid-orgasm, and Brian hurried to pull a sheet over them.
“So sorry,” Amanda said, turning her back to them. “I didn’t know anyone was still home.”
She ran down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Only after she heard them call out their good-byes did she come out of the bathroom.
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Date: 2008-08-17 03:00 am (UTC)And the fact that it's Mikey that's pregnant... ROTFLMAO!!!! hehehehe Though... I gotta agree with the doc... who's the daddy?
I'm not sure what's funnier - Michael being pregnant or his fantasy about him and Brian. lol Umm... yeah... in no world could I see that happening or see Brian calling Michael "Baby". lol Though, is it cruel of me to be happy that he saw Justin fucking Brian? hehe
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Date: 2008-08-19 12:09 pm (UTC)As for who the father is...that will be revealed later. hehehe :)
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Date: 2008-09-17 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-17 03:49 am (UTC)