The sun shined brightly in the blue sky, only wisps of clouds dotted the sky. Flowers bloomed colorfully and the grass was a bright, healthy color. The air was warm, a floral scent danced around. Bees buzzed, birds chirped and laughter filled the air. A little boy was running around dressed in overalls and short sleeve shirt. He was chasing after a butterfly, running as fast as his two little feet would let him but as always the butterfly flew away from his reach.

He was disappointed and decided to run back to his father. He turned and ran to his father, who was sitting on the grass with his little brother. Just barely seven months old, the little baby crawled around, grabbing handfuls of grass and trying to stuff it in his chubby face but his father would always pull his hands away.

"Dada!" The little boy screamed, running into his lap. Chris smiled and picked up the baby, placing him onto his leg. The baby squealed, laughing crazily. The boy looked at him and started to laugh with him, making Chris laugh.

"Whatcha guys laughing at?" A voice spoke over the laughter. He turned around and saw his lover standing behind, his phone in his hand. A warm smile was plastered on his face, his face glowing with love and happiness.

"I don't even know." The words came in between the giggles, making Jimmy start to laugh. He sat down next to Chris and mocked a face of shock when the little boy saw him. He giggled and crawled over Chris's leg to go into his lap. He sat down on his leg and hugged his arm.

"Hey Jackson." He spoke softly, ruffling his hair. He didn't let go of his arm for a while, making Jimmy raise an eyebrow at him. Jackson laughed loudly when he saw his dad's face.

"You going to let go of my arm?" He asked jokingly, raising both of his eyebrows. The boy laughed and shook his head, gripping his arm tighter.

"Fine, I guess I'll have to tickle you." He spoke, putting his hand onto his stomach and started to tickle him. The little boy shrieked, thrashing around to avoid the tickles but he couldn't avoid them. He kept his grip on his arm until he decided to let go to fight back. He pushed his dad's hand away, still giggling and shrieking.

The baby saw his dad and made grabby hands towards him, whining and fighting around in his father's hold. Jimmy noticed and put out his hands for him. Chris handed him to him, who quieted down and squealed.

"Hi baby." He kissed his chubby cheek and placed him onto his leg. Jackson got off his lap and ran off again, spotting another butterfly.

"I still can't believe he's four. I remember him when he just barley fit in my arms." Chris spoke, sighing as he watched the little boy. Jimmy looked at him and nodded, placing his hand onto his thigh and the baby onto his leg, adjusting himself. He laid his head into his lap, both the little baby and Chris looked down at him.

"Come here, baby." He put his hands out for the little baby, who grabbed them and let him pick him up. He cooed as he laid on his chest, grabbing onto his shirt and trying to eat it. Jimmy took his hands out of his mouth but let him keep his grip on his shirt.

"I miss the newborn stage." Chris sighed, running his hand through Jimmy's hair. He looked up, humming. He understood, he too missed the newborn stage but didn't want to go through another pregnancy again.

"I remember the birth of Jackson." Chris whispered, his eyes still on Jimmy's face but unfocused as if he was thinking back. Jimmy smiled softly and placed his hand onto his cheek.

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The harsh cold nibbled at Chris's face as he shoveled the driveway. His muscles were sore and the wind blew hard and strong, sending tears to his eyes. He hated winter but he kept going, knowing his reward. Hot chocolate and a warm kiss by his lover, with some hugs and cuddles.

He threw the last bit of snow onto the side and wiped his forehead. He looked around to make sure he was done and lugged back into the house. He put the shovel onto the porch and opened the door, taking off his boots and placing them onto the carpet. He peeled off his socks, jacket and hat, placing them into the hamper by the door. The warm air met his almost froze face and he sighed. He saw Jimmy down the hall and he walked towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Hi." He whispered, planting a kiss onto his neck. He felt Jimmy's shoulder muscles quiver from being scared but soon relax after Chris spoke. His arms folded around his huge bump, the shirt barely covering it. He felt a warm hand travel up his arm and side until it reached his hair.

"Hi. Your hands are cold." Jimmy stated, causing Chris to snort. He swayed his hips soothingly, making Jimmy follow. They swayed together, soft music played from the radio in the kitchen.

"What did you expect, my hands to be warm and toasty?" Chris sarcastically spoke, making Jimmy laugh. He took off Chris's arms and got off his chest, walking away from him. He followed him into the kitchen where he was picking up two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh love, you didn't have to do that." He spoke, grabbing the cup and kissing his nose. Jimmy smiled and sipped his drink. The liquid sat on the bottom of his mustache, giving him a hot chocolate mustache.

"I'll do anything for you." He told him, smiling and cradling the underside of his bump. He stroked his thumb across it and watched Chris sip his drink.

"Really? Anything?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he did. Jimmy rolled his eyes and laughed.

"I'm not carrying your child for no reason." He told him. Chris looked down at his bump then at him then at the bump again.

"Yeah, that's true. I'm still amazed at how you do it everyday." Chris praised him, leaning back to rest against the counter. Jimmy opened his mouth but then closed it, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down at his bump. He stood still but Chris could barely see the shaking of his hands. Chris looked down at his bump too, pushing himself off the counter and gently placing his fingertips onto the red stretch marks. Jimmy took in breath, making Chris move his hand up. He felt the contracted muscles and this sent shocks down his spine. He was overdue, making Chris panic every day that he wouldn't go into labor and also that he would.

"Is that a false contraction?" Chris asked. Jimmy was silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts. The muscles were relax again but he feared that they would tighten up again.

"I don't think so. I've been having them for five hours now." Jimmy told him and he looked down in shame. He knew he should have told him right when he got the first one but he didn't want to freak him out which would've caused him to freak out and they didn't need that.

"Five hours?" Chris shrieked, looking at the man. He nodded, shame filling him. Chris ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. He grabbed the cups out of their hands and placed them onto the counter. He then put his hands onto his hips, making Jimmy lose his breath and look up at him.

"You feeling okay? Do you think you can survive another hour or no?" Chris asked, rubbing his hips. Jimmy tried to speak but his throat closed up and it was hard to breathe. He pushed the hands off his hips and turned around, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I-I think so." His voice shook, making Chris raise his eyebrows. He walked in front of him and crouched down so he could look at him.

"Jimmy, you don't have to hide your pain. It's okay if you freak out, well not really but you get the point. I'm not an expert on this, you're not an expert on this. It's going to be okay, okay?" He met Jimmy's eyes and smiled softly at him, receiving a small smile and a nod.

"Okay." He spoke quietly, the words barely audible but Chris heard. He stood back up and patted his back, wrapping his hand around his waist and walking him towards the couch. He forced him to sit down and went back to grab the cups of hot chocolate, placing them onto the coffee table.

"Want to watch a movie while we wait?" Chris asked as he plopped down next to him. Jimmy nodded and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV and going to Netflix. They searched for movies, arguing playfully about each one until they settled on one.

Halfway through the movie, they heard a soft pop. Chris didn't think much of it, thinking it was from the movie until he heard Jimmy gasp and shake him. He turned and saw a puddle forming between his legs, a dark stain spreading on his sweatpants. He cursed quietly, putting his hands on his legs and pushing them down. He gripped the fabric in his hands, humming. He shut his eyes and turned his head to the side, his whole face scrunched up in pain. Chris watched painfully, not knowing what to do.

"Get me to a." Jimmy spoke, his voice rough and strained. He stopped to catch his breath, the contraction ruthlessly riding his body. "Fucking hospital."

Chris did not hesitate, getting off the couch and running to the nursery where the hospital bag sat. He picked it up and threw it onto his shoulders, running back to Jimmy. He went to the hallway and grabbed their shoes and jackets for them. He went back over to Jimmy and sat on the floor to put on his shoes. He slipped it on and tied it for him since he couldn't do it himself.

He felt hands grab his shoulders and grip them to a bone crushing level. He hissed slightly then felt the hands move down to his biceps. He patted the hands when he was done tying his shoes and waited for them to release his biceps. They slithered away but stayed on his body. Chris stood up and grabbed the hands, holding them and lightly pulling them. Jimmy got up slowly, groaning quietly at the movements. He hissed when he stood up and let go of Chris's hands to cradled the underside of his bump.

"He dropped." He gasped, feeling his son drop half an inch lower. He looked at Chris with fearful eyes and he knew what to do. He wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him slowly to the door. They stopped at the door and Chris draped a jacket over his shoulders then put his on. They started to walk again when Jimmy stopped making Chris stop. He looked at him and saw his hands hovering over his bump and his face scrunched up with pain. When it washed away, he looked at Chris with more fear in his eyes.

"Don't freaked out, I'm getting you to a hospital. Let's just keep walking." Chris spoke, trying to walk again but Jimmy kept his place. Chris looked back at him and furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why Jimmy stopped.

"I have to push." He mumbled. Adrenaline ran through Chris's veins as he stared at Jimmy. He ushered him to the couch and laid him down, dropping the backpack and jacket. He took off Jimmy's shoes and pants, pushing up his legs. He threw them aside and looked at Jimmy.

"I have to check you. It's going to hurt pretty bad." Chris warned him. Jimmy groaned, his hands traveling to his bump. He started to push his hands down as if that was going to help get his son out. Chris grabbed his hands and eased the pressure he was putting on his bump. He then screamed, his son not liking what his father did. The baby kicked in protest, moving around violently. Chris guided Jimmy's hands to his thighs and put them there so he could hold back his legs. Chris started to check, Jimmy's back arched and he moaned with pain.

"Ten. Feel free to push." Chris told him, patting his leg. Jimmy looked at him and his breath started to come out short and raspy, his hands shook badly and the fear in his eyes grew.

"I can't!" He cried out, his face scrunching up with pain again as another contraction washed over him. Chris patted his leg and pushed it back a little.

"Yes you can. Just push!" He encouraged, rubbing his thigh. Jimmy groaned before bore down, his lips tighten into a thin white line. He stopped pushing and he hummed again, looking at Chris.

"Something's wrong." He whispered, nodding his head to his bump. Chris cocked his head and put his hands on it, feeling around. His eyes widened and he cursed under his breath.

"He's breech." He declared, taking his hands off his bump. Jimmy threw back his head and groaned, he knew what was going to happen.

"It's going to harder to deliver him, just go easy on the pushes while I go call a midwife." He told him, patting his knee. A contraction washed over him and he bore down and pushed, stopping after a couple seconds to only do it again. Chris pulled out his phone and searched up a midwife.

"Yes, like that Jimmy. Keep doing that." Chris encouraged him when he took a break. Chris found a midwife and dialed her number. While he waited, he observed Jimmy. His back arched when he got another contraction and it go down when he started to push. His face was colored pink and sweat beaded his forehead.

The midwife picked up the phone and Chris had a three minute conversation on what was happening. He hung up after she told him she would be there in fifteen minutes. Chris sat down on the couch and looked at the process he was making.

"I see the bottom of his feet. You're doing good." Chris told him, rubbing his leg. He groaned, cursing and his back arched again. He pushed lightly then stopped then repeated until a knock came at the door. Chris got up to go open the door and the midwife stood on the other side. Chris ushered her in and she immediately set up her supplies and sat down on the couch.

"Good good, you're doing a lot of process for only pushing for 25 minutes." She praised him. Jimmy groaned and pushed his legs back. The umbilical cord started to show and the midwife put her hands on the baby. Chris stepped in and was about to ask her what she was doing when she looked at him and started to tell him.

"When the umbilical cord shows, I have to maneuver the body so the baby can come out right and not tear anything." She looked back down and started to help move the baby. Jimmy let out a whimper, he hated the pain he was in. He pushed again, letting out a cry when the baby sifted. He kept pushing until he couldn't and laid down again. He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his baby make his way down the birth canal. He jutted his hips out, trying to get comfortable with the new situation as best he could.

"He's trying to deliver himself, don't worry that's normal. Just help him out and push gently." The midwife instructed, still holding on the baby. Jimmy's back arched as another contraction washed over him and he pushed, humming in pain. The baby shifted more, making Jimmy whine. He felt the baby exit his body and he cried out, relaxing his back against the couch cushions. Silence settled between them, suffocating them. The baby didn't cry and it made both of them worry. Chris looked down at what the midwife was doing; she had him sitting up while she rubbed his back, patting gently. The baby coughed and squinted in the bright light before whimpering that turned into a full on scream. She instructed Chris to take off Jimmy's shirt while she cut the cord. He sat up Jimmy and stripped off his shirt, throwing it aside. The midwife placed the baby onto his chest, letting him squirm around and scream.

Chris looked down at his baby that Jimmy had to go through so much pain to bring into the world. He looked over at Jimmy and cocked his head, confused over his reaction. He wasn't looking at the baby, he was looking everywhere else but at the baby on his chest. His hands stayed by his sides, not even trying to touch him. He tuned out the baby's cries, biting his lip and letting go of his legs. Chris felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see the midwife. She made a motion with his finger to follow her and they walked into the kitchen, where the baby's cries were still loud and clear.

"I know you may be concern over the fact that he isn't bonding with baby, I completely understand. This is normal though. Sometimes, mothers connect with their baby right after birth and some take a while to bond with them. Has he been close with the baby during the pregnancy?" She finished off with a question, scribbling something down on her notepad. Chris thought back throughout Jimmy's pregnancy and remembered times when he was close and other time he wasn't.

"He was pretty excited for the baby, he insisted we have the nursery done at four months. But I guess as the pregnancy dragged on, he started becoming less attached. He was overdue, so that could've add to it." Chris told her, looking away to glance at Jimmy. He was now touching his stomach but wasn't looking at the baby's still.

"He also maybe trying to wrap his head around what just happened. I say give it a week and if he doesn't come around, you may have to take him to a therapist." The midwife told him, patting his shoulder and walking out. Chris walked out behind her and went back over to Jimmy. He leaned down over Jimmy's face and kissed his forehead.

"You did amazing." He praised, looking at son. Jimmy grunted, still touching his stomach. Chris smiled softly but sighed.

"Want me to take the baby?" He asked, trying to catch his eye but he wasn't looking at him. Jimmy shook his head, his hand still touching his stomach. Chris looked back over at the baby and rubbed his back; he had stopped crying a while ago and was looking up at his mother. He snuggled into his chest, his ear pressed up against his chest as if he was listening to his heartbeat. It broke Chris's heart to see this but he just watched, humming softly and glancing back at Jimmy every now and then.

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Chris woke up randomly one night while it was still dark outside. The baby wasn't crying nor did he have a bad dream. He stretched his arms over his head and turned to his side to cuddle into Jimmy's side when he noticed that his side of his bed was empty. He sat up and looked around the room; he wasn't in the bathroom nor was he in the office that was across from the bedroom. He took the blanket off his legs and swung them off the bed, pushing himself up and started to walk around the house to find his lover. He heard soft humming and shushing coming from the nursery, so he walked over there.

He stood in the doorway and watched the scene. Jimmy was shirtless holding their baby on his chest, playing with his fingers. He was holding up a bottle while the baby sucked away, grunting and sighing happily as he did. He was sitting in the rocking chair, rocking it back and forth gently.

"My sweet little boy." He whispered to eating baby, trying to take his hand away but the baby wouldn't let it go. Jimmy chuckled, gliding his finger across his tiny fingers.

"Jackson." He whispered, leaning down to kiss his head. The baby finished the bottle, whining and squirming around. Jimmy stood up and walked over to the changing table, placing him down gently. He grabbed a fresh diaper and started to unzip his onesie despite the protests from his son.