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Kian and JC. JC and Kian. Best buddies it seemed since forever. That’s the way it always had been. Ever since they had met in 2011 and started their collab channel in 2015 after our2ndlife finished, they had been riding on a high that didn’t seem to end.

That was until today. Ever since the ‘Playing With A Taser’ video they did, JC had been feeling kinda off. The feeling had been following him around for a while, but he didn’t really pay attention to it. He usually felt bad on a normal day as, come on, have you seen his life?

He thought, at first, that it was just repercussions from the taser and drinking alcohol combined. He and Kian pretty much drank a fair bit every night, despite Kian not being of legal age to drink and they usually had friends over. There were also some nights they couldn’t even remember because they had drunk so much that they would black out. Thankfully, they didn’t happen as much.

So, he laid off the alcohol for a while, thinking that the feeling would pass once his body healed, but it didn’t. In fact, it got worse. He started getting sick every so often, ending up in the toilet at random hours of the day and night vomiting, dizzy, pale and stomach cramping.

He hid them from Kian for about a month before he noticed one night as he suddenly went pale and muttered something about being back in minute and took off from their group of friends without warning and sprinted towards their shared bathroom. Kian, concerned, followed him quickly, finding him in the fetal position in front of the toilet before he was throwing up again.

Oh, Kian saw red. Rushing quickly to tie his hair back and help him, he berated the slightly older man for not telling him about this and extracted a promise from him between bouts of vomiting and sitting on the bathroom floor with JC’s head on Kian’s thigh to go see a doctor, despite JC’s reassurances (that Kian wasn’t believing for a second) that he was fine and it would pass.

It was another fortnight before he actually did as he asked, as they were on tour and the vomiting spouts were getting more frequent than just every so often. In fact, if he had to really had to go back and reanalyse that time, he was pretty much vomiting every day almost.

His chest had also started hurting bad, making it hard to sleep on his front and the pain also made him breathless sometimes. That backflip he did in his hotel room a few days ago for a Kian & JC Q and A didn’t help either. He spent a whole 2 hours afterwards vomiting and threw the film off. Kian thankfully, though not too happy, didn’t complain, more worried than anything. He seemed to keep his eye on him a lot more after that.

He absolutely hated the doctors, but he complied with everything that wanted. Urine, blood, whatever they needed, he just wanted to prove Kian wrong that he was only a little sick and that he would be fine soon enough. The younger man had taken to watching his best friend like a hawk at moments when he thought he wasn’t looking, giving JC uneasy vibes along with the fluttering of his heart that he’d had since he'd met him. Not that he knew about that though.

When he was called into the office from the waiting room, he thought it was simple. A stomach bug or a intolerance of alcohol (that would really suck, but he could live with it) or something just as mundane and silly so he could throw it in Kian’s face and say ‘I told you I was fine!”.

He didn’t expect pregnant though. Not pregnant, anything but pregnant. Oh god.

“...What?” JC questioned the woman in front of him, blinking disbelievingly. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m afraid I’m not Mr. Caylen.” The doctor, a woman named Clarissa spoke softly, looking at him unmoving. “We’ve done all the tests and they say you’re about 2 months pregnant. You’re very lucky. You hopefully didn’t do much harm as your history precedes you.”

JC swallowed hard. First he was freaking out about being pregnant (Oh god, it had to be Kian’s, it couldn’t be anyone else.), now his mind has switched over to whatever was growing in him right this second. “What do you mean? Is it okay?”

“Your tests came back clean thankfully, we couldn’t find anything too harmful and your liver test came back in the normal range, so that’s good for now. However I can’t be sure of other things I need to check unless I do a ultrasound.”

JC didn’t know if it was just him or if that room and table appeared out of nowhere, but two seconds later it seemed, he found himself lying on his back on the metal table provided next to the ultrasound machine, jacket on the chair beside him and blue plaid and white shirts rolled up to expose his stomach.

“Alright, now I’m going to warn you, this is going to be quite cold. Usually we warm it up first, but our warmer’s been broken for a while.” JC shivered as she squeezed the thick blue slime on his lower stomach under his belly button in a zigzag pattern before putting the curved wand to his skin, pushing down every so often as she moved it around.

“Ah, there we go.” He suddenly heard a thumping sound in the room and looked around panicky, turning his head to her so fast it almost came of his shoulders. “What the hell is that?”

“That is the heartbeat.”The doctor murmured, turning the screen towards him to show him.

JC pulled himself up slightly to look at it. The image in black and white was hazy at best and really hard to make out, but you could clearly see a space of black with a small white shape inside of it, 4 tiny black and white holes moving in sync. “Holy shit...”

Kian should be here, Kian should be seeing this. But the thought of even telling Kian (fuck, what would he say? They were not ready for something like this) made him want to be sick and upset. He swallowed it down, though he was sure as he was cleaning himself up that the doctor could see the terror in his eyes.

A bunch of prescriptions, an ultrasound photo and about 5 panic attacks later, JC was back in their hotel room, staring at the photo in question with tears trailing down his cheeks. How in the hell he was going to tell Kian about this. It was obvious they were not ready to be dads yet. Their house was trashy, they had loud parties every so often, they did stupid shit nearly every day for their YouTube channel, they put themselves in harm’s way because it was fun.

A baby...a baby changed everything.

Head in his hands, JC looked down at his stomach, wondering what he should do? There was most likely a Planned Parenthood clinic around here, it would be over and done within a few hours and he could continue as normal, but…

He looked back at the photo again, having moved it to his bedside table, feeling his heart break at the thought of aborting the little thing. It was so...small. With legs and a little beating heart and it needed him. He might not have been the best parent ever right now given the drugs and alcohol he had consumed over the past few months, but, surprisingly, he’d wanted to be a dad. He just...didn’t expect to have that choice now.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming and talking coming from outside his and Kian’s door, he quickly jumped into action, sweeping the multivitamin bottle, ginger sweets (thank god for small things, like holy shit, they’d done wonders already) and photo into his suitcase, wiping his eyes dry as the door opened and Kian stepped though.

“Hey, did you just get back from the doctors?”

“Yeah, I told you it was nothing motherfucker, I just needed to lay off the alcohol.”

“Woah, dude, okay!” Kian held out his hands in a placating gesture, but JC could see the relief in his eyes. “Are you coming? Harrison, Corey, Dom and Vitaly wanna go do Strip Poker in Harrison’s hotel room.”

Oh fuck. “Yeah, I’m coming, but I ain’t playing.” JC shook his head.

“You’re such a pussy JC” Kian teased before moving out. “Now come on, they’re expecting us!”

“Alright, wait a second. I”m feeling lightheaded.” He shook his head and took the photo back out, tucking it into his wallet quickly. ‘I’ll tell him tomorrow. He needs to know.’

“Hello, Earth to JC Caylen!”

“I”m coming, so shut the fuck up!”

Description
Kian and JC. JC and Kian. Best buddies it seemed since forever. That’s the way it always had been. Ever since they had met in 2011 and started their collab channel in 2015 after our2ndlife finished, they had been riding on a high that didn’t seem to end.

That was until today. Ever since the ‘Playing With A Taser’ video they did, JC had been feeling kinda off. The feeling had been following him around for a while, but he didn’t really pay attention to it. He usually felt bad on a normal day as, come on, have you seen his life?

He thought, at first, that it was just repercussions from the taser and drinking alcohol combined. He and Kian pretty much drank a fair bit every night, despite Kian not being of legal age to drink and they usually had friends over. There were also some nights they couldn’t even remember because they had drunk so much that they would black out. Thankfully, they didn’t happen as much.

So, he laid off the alcohol for a while, thinking that the feeling would pass once his body healed, but it didn’t. In fact, it got worse. He started getting sick every so often, ending up in the toilet at random hours of the day and night vomiting, dizzy, pale and stomach cramping.

He hid them from Kian for about a month before he noticed one night as he suddenly went pale and muttered something about being back in minute and took off from their group of friends without warning and sprinted towards their shared bathroom. Kian, concerned, followed him quickly, finding him in the fetal position in front of the toilet before he was throwing up again.

Oh, Kian saw red. Rushing quickly to tie his hair back and help him, he berated the slightly older man for not telling him about this and extracted a promise from him between bouts of vomiting and sitting on the bathroom floor with JC’s head on Kian’s thigh to go see a doctor, despite JC’s reassurances (that Kian wasn’t believing for a second) that he was fine and it would pass.

It was another fortnight before he actually did as he asked, as they were on tour and the vomiting spouts were getting more frequent than just every so often. In fact, if he had to really had to go back and reanalyse that time, he was pretty much vomiting every day almost.

His chest had also started hurting bad, making it hard to sleep on his front and the pain also made him breathless sometimes. That backflip he did in his hotel room a few days ago for a Kian & JC Q and A didn’t help either. He spent a whole 2 hours afterwards vomiting and threw the film off. Kian thankfully, though not too happy, didn’t complain, more worried than anything. He seemed to keep his eye on him a lot more after that.

He absolutely hated the doctors, but he complied with everything that wanted. Urine, blood, whatever they needed, he just wanted to prove Kian wrong that he was only a little sick and that he would be fine soon enough. The younger man had taken to watching his best friend like a hawk at moments when he thought he wasn’t looking, giving JC uneasy vibes along with the fluttering of his heart that he’d had since he'd met him. Not that he knew about that though.

When he was called into the office from the waiting room, he thought it was simple. A stomach bug or a intolerance of alcohol (that would really suck, but he could live with it) or something just as mundane and silly so he could throw it in Kian’s face and say ‘I told you I was fine!”.

He didn’t expect pregnant though. Not pregnant, anything but pregnant. Oh god.

“...What?” JC questioned the woman in front of him, blinking disbelievingly. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m afraid I’m not Mr. Caylen.” The doctor, a woman named Clarissa spoke softly, looking at him unmoving. “We’ve done all the tests and they say you’re about 2 months pregnant. You’re very lucky. You hopefully didn’t do much harm as your history precedes you.”

JC swallowed hard. First he was freaking out about being pregnant (Oh god, it had to be Kian’s, it couldn’t be anyone else.), now his mind has switched over to whatever was growing in him right this second. “What do you mean? Is it okay?”

“Your tests came back clean thankfully, we couldn’t find anything too harmful and your liver test came back in the normal range, so that’s good for now. However I can’t be sure of other things I need to check unless I do a ultrasound.”

JC didn’t know if it was just him or if that room and table appeared out of nowhere, but two seconds later it seemed, he found himself lying on his back on the metal table provided next to the ultrasound machine, jacket on the chair beside him and blue plaid and white shirts rolled up to expose his stomach.

“Alright, now I’m going to warn you, this is going to be quite cold. Usually we warm it up first, but our warmer’s been broken for a while.” JC shivered as she squeezed the thick blue slime on his lower stomach under his belly button in a zigzag pattern before putting the curved wand to his skin, pushing down every so often as she moved it around.

“Ah, there we go.” He suddenly heard a thumping sound in the room and looked around panicky, turning his head to her so fast it almost came of his shoulders. “What the hell is that?”

“That is the heartbeat.”The doctor murmured, turning the screen towards him to show him.

JC pulled himself up slightly to look at it. The image in black and white was hazy at best and really hard to make out, but you could clearly see a space of black with a small white shape inside of it, 4 tiny black and white holes moving in sync. “Holy shit...”

Kian should be here, Kian should be seeing this. But the thought of even telling Kian (fuck, what would he say? They were not ready for something like this) made him want to be sick and upset. He swallowed it down, though he was sure as he was cleaning himself up that the doctor could see the terror in his eyes.

A bunch of prescriptions, an ultrasound photo and about 5 panic attacks later, JC was back in their hotel room, staring at the photo in question with tears trailing down his cheeks. How in the hell he was going to tell Kian about this. It was obvious they were not ready to be dads yet. Their house was trashy, they had loud parties every so often, they did stupid shit nearly every day for their YouTube channel, they put themselves in harm’s way because it was fun.

A baby...a baby changed everything.

Head in his hands, JC looked down at his stomach, wondering what he should do? There was most likely a Planned Parenthood clinic around here, it would be over and done within a few hours and he could continue as normal, but…

He looked back at the photo again, having moved it to his bedside table, feeling his heart break at the thought of aborting the little thing. It was so...small. With legs and a little beating heart and it needed him. He might not have been the best parent ever right now given the drugs and alcohol he had consumed over the past few months, but, surprisingly, he’d wanted to be a dad. He just...didn’t expect to have that choice now.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming and talking coming from outside his and Kian’s door, he quickly jumped into action, sweeping the multivitamin bottle, ginger sweets (thank god for small things, like holy shit, they’d done wonders already) and photo into his suitcase, wiping his eyes dry as the door opened and Kian stepped though.

“Hey, did you just get back from the doctors?”

“Yeah, I told you it was nothing motherfucker, I just needed to lay off the alcohol.”

“Woah, dude, okay!” Kian held out his hands in a placating gesture, but JC could see the relief in his eyes. “Are you coming? Harrison, Corey, Dom and Vitaly wanna go do Strip Poker in Harrison’s hotel room.”

Oh fuck. “Yeah, I’m coming, but I ain’t playing.” JC shook his head.

“You’re such a pussy JC” Kian teased before moving out. “Now come on, they’re expecting us!”

“Alright, wait a second. I”m feeling lightheaded.” He shook his head and took the photo back out, tucking it into his wallet quickly. ‘I’ll tell him tomorrow. He needs to know.’

“Hello, Earth to JC Caylen!”

“I”m coming, so shut the fuck up!”