If you’d told Adam when the whole Idol hurrah began that he’d be sitting at a social media summit as a Grammy nominated artist after headlining his first world tour, he would’ve laughed, but probably would’ve believed you. However, he would never have expected to be in said situation while pregnant. The father was one of his band mates.

I’m sure you’re all wondering how the fuck Adam’s band mate knocked up his boss. Well, it’s a funny story really, or it will be in a few years I’m sure. After Adam gives birth, breastfeeds for a few months, and gets his body back into touring shape. Until then, well he kind of resents underestimating the crazy ass night that got him here. He regrets the night of course, not the pregnancy, never the pregnancy. After Scarlett gave birth he found his desire to be a father intensified, but he never expected this.

So while our glam god gestates his fetus, I’ll take the opportunity to clue you in the on the journey that led to this miracle of male pregnancy. Hold on tight kids, it’s one really weird ride.

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Adam’s journey to motherhood didn’t start like most others. It began somewhere in the string of shows during the European tour. He couldn’t remember the city, only the frigid cold, snow, and an envelope waiting for him in his dressing room. Gifts from fans weren’t unusual, but the minute he’d walked in the envelope had caught his eye. It was red, or maybe a ruddy crimson; it was the color of blood after it sat on skin for a few moments. Even more unusual was the impeccable calligraphy: stark black but with texture, almost like it had been written with mascara. His name was neatly written in flowing writing, and it compelled him forward into the room and directly to the place where it was perched against a mirror.

“What is it?” Tommy’s voice came from somewhere behind him.

Adam couldn’t find the words to answer; he was in a trance. He watched his hand reach for the envelope as if it moved of its own freewill. He felt the coarseness of the paper between his fingertips, but also the warmth that radiated from it. It felt alive. He almost expected the front side of the envelope to expand with a breath, and his own breath was caught somewhere in his throat when he used one black-tipped finger to break the black wax seal. Only after it was broken did he realize that the seal had been stamped with the image of a mother and child intertwined. Mechanically he pulled the card from the envelope. It too was red, the image of mother and child outlined in black. He opened it and breathed out slowly while he read.

Dearest Adam,

You’ve always been a believer in the stars aligning. You thought the stars had aligned when the Idol whirlwind began, but alas dear boy, the stars that shine so brightly on your horizon are aligning at this very moment. In the days and weeks that follow, you will be very susceptible to new life in any form it chooses to find you. Have caution. If the universe perceives your decisions as being made in perfect love and perfect trust you will be bestowed a gift. I know what you are thinking, but be wise, all gifts aren’t ones you desire.

Adam felt a shiver course through him, and with it came heat and a searing pain from his head to his toes. His insides were on fire and he gasped and fell to his knees. The next thing he knew the world around him faded to black.

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The Fates had decided to warn our clueless Adam, but I guess by now you know what his decisions led to. That being said you still deserve the opportunity to see Adam’s choice, the one he made when his stars were in perfect harmony with the rest of the universe.

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The pain had passed, and while the warning was a nagging presence in the back of his mind, he still really couldn’t make sense of it. The venue medics had been the first images to swim into vision after waking. The next was Tommy with his brows furrowed in concern, squeezing Adam’s fingers and trying to smile.

That had been a long afternoon, but by the evening he was feeling like his normal self and had been cleared to perform. Tommy, right by his side, watched him like a hawk for any excuse to drag him off stage to rest. Tommy didn’t get his wish though and the show was a roaring success.

The days that followed were relatively normal. Stage, bus, stage, hotel, day off, each day just like the rest, but Adam couldn’t shake the feeling of impending…not doom. Doom wasn’t the feeling that coursed through his blood; it was anticipation, waiting, though for what he didn’t know.

The Earth it seemed, tilted on its axis somewhere in the days before Amsterdam. Adam and Tommy had always been close, and had become closer in the weeks following the passing of Tommy’s father. This was new though, different, and every molecule in Adam begged him to do things he couldn’t understand. Stage gay, for Tommy was a stage gay, and had been since the beginning. Until now. With Tommy settled beside him in his lair, hair mussed up, exhaustion lining Tommy’s features, it was different. The easy closeness and affection felt revved up tenfold and to Adam’s surprise Tommy kissed him, slow and sweet, and it was everything Adam had fathomed it could be. He melted into Tommy’s embrace and that night he begged. He begged for anything that Tommy would give him, and so what if that happened to cross every line he’d ever made for himself and his employees. There was not a chance he could’ve stopped it, even if he’d wanted to. The slow, slick slide of Tommy’s dick inside him was it. It was the only thing he could think of, giving up control and letting someone else guide him to the stars.

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That wasn’t the night the pregnancy came to pass, I know that for sure, but neither Adam nor I have been able to pinpoint the date it happened. Not for sure anyway. Amsterdam is the earliest, the last show in LA the latest. Each fateful encounter was a blur of their usual roles. Adam was normally a top, and after the first night he bottomed for Tommy it only happened a few more times, accompanied with the haze of weed, alcohol, and love thrumming through his veins. I’m not sure he realized it then, but I could see it. It was in the glitter of his eyes, the submission, and the way their bodies tangled as they lay together in the afterglow. Those boys had a perfect love; they were made to be one.

Amsterdam came with a flurry of excitement and joy that crept like a current beneath Adam’s skin. The hum of electricity seemed to pass like a closed circuit between he and the band and was heightened by the joint that passed freely from one hand to another. The show that night was nothing short of mind-blowing and when Adam kissed Tommy during Purple Haze he licked the flavor of pot smoke from Tommy’s mouth.

After the show Adam and Tommy had their own little party in Adam’s hotel room. Adam had smiled, smoke curled from his lips and he pressed them to Tommy’s. That was the first time without a condom. Tommy laid Adam out on the bed and with the pot making him loose and lax Tommy easily used lube-slicked fingers to work him open. It didn’t occur to him then that Tommy had forgotten the condom, nor would it the handful of other times it happened. That night though, with Tommy’s cock buried to the hilt inside him, Adam couldn’t remember sex feeling any better. His entire body was slack with pleasure and with each thrust of Tommy’s hips he felt like he was being molded into something new. And when he came, starbursts lit behind his eyes, and the sounds of Tommy’s release were moaned into his ear. Adam couldn’t remember a time where it felt like he and his partner had released together, but that night the whole universe was in harmony.

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I don’t think that was the night either, but I couldn’t say for sure. The Fates seemed very pleased that night, but knowing those meddling bitches they were probably sending Charlie Sheen vibes to make him crazy.
That’s beside the point though. You now know the first possible date of conception, November 20th 2010.

The last possible date was several weeks later, December 16th 2010, but I’m not sure if it was that night either.

Adam wasn’t used to going home after a show, but this one was the last; there wasn’t a tomorrow to prepare for. Mind you he’d consumed more than his fair share of alcohol during the after party with Tommy’s warmth pressed against his side. It felt only natural to drag Tommy home with him. He wasn’t ready to sleep in his own bed alone.

“What a wild ride,” Tommy purred against Adam’s bare skin. It felt right for them to strip down as they swayed, no longer steady on their feet.

“Yeah the driver had a fondness for his breaks didn’t he?” Adam replied and tumbled into bed beside Tommy.

Tommy’s laughter rang out high, bright, and infectious and Adam’s own giggles spilled from his lips. “I meant the tour, jeez, you really are toasted. Man, I really ain’t that drunk, or tired, hard as a fucking rock though.” Tommy’s voice was still rich with restrained laughter, but his observation caused Adam’s dick to take notice.

“Right, the tour was… yeah… I never dreamed I’d be headlining an international tour when all this started. I had an amazing band though, and this really hot submissive little bass player. He and I had the fans in the palms of our hands, and whattaya know… little subby bass player turned out to be quite the toppy little shit.” Adam laughed when the word submissive got his hands pinned above his head, Tommy’s lean body pressed against him. He’d no sooner finished speaking than Tommy was licking into his mouth. It seemed it always started with a kiss. Sometimes Adam dominated it, like in Amsterdam, and sometimes it was Tommy’s game. Tonight it was Tommy’s and Adam’s fingers itched to touch Tommy’s skin, but the grip on his wrists was firm. When Tommy finally released his hold it was only to urge Adam onto hands and knees.

“Wanna see that ass up in the air for me, you know you’ve got such a hot ass, and tight, yeah I’m pretty sure your ass is a gay man’s dream.” Tommy said.

Adam tensed at the words, because Tommy wasn’t gay. What did that mean for their future together?

“I know you’re my dream,” Tommy whispered, and it was so soft that Adam wasn’t sure he’d heard it. His heart swelled more than he wanted to admit. Tommy’s fingers brought him back to reality and his cock stiffened while Tommy tapped against his spot. Just before he was sure he was going to come, the fingers slipped away and were replaced by the smooth, slick head of Tommy’s cock.

Adam spread his legs impossibly wider, his cock brushing against the comforter as Tommy slid inside in one smooth thrust. He sank into the pillow, shut his eyes, and just enjoyed Tommy driving him closer to orgasm one thrust at a time.

Adam was pretty sure he was mumbling incoherent praise, but he couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing in his ears. Everything was about the push pull of Tommy inside him, the heat of Tommy’s sweaty chest against his back, and the sudden sharpness of teeth in his shoulder blade at the same time fingertips dug into his hips. Then everything came faster, the whoosh of his breath from his lungs when Tommy hit his spot, his heart beating in his ears, and the rush of sensations that coursed through him. He knew he was fighting a loosing battle, and with one final thrust his body nudged forward and down, pressing his dick into the sheets. It throbbed and he cursed, come rushed like lava up his cock, and he finally got the delicious release with Tommy’s name on his lips.

He shuddered and Tommy collapsed into a sweaty heap onto his back. It was a slow process, but Tommy finally pulled out. Adam groaned and shifted to wrap his arms around Tommy. “I… Tommy… I love you,” Adam whispered.

“Love you too Adam, really man, you’re my best friend and maybe... I mean what are we?”

“Depends on what you want baby,” Adam said and trailed his fingers through soft blond strands. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, be it friend, or more…”

“With the tour and everything, I think I’ve just taken it for granted that we were always close. Now that it’s over, I just… I don’t think I’m ready to be without you,” Tommy confided.

“That doesn’t really tell me anything other than the fact that you wanna keep in touch…”

“Does the fact that I really don’t wanna go home clarify it for you?”

That, my friends, was the night Adam’s relationship with Tommy changed from friends who occasionally had sex to the official real deal. They didn’t know it, but that night their destinies had been decided. Their future together had already been sealed when two quite literally became one.

Yeah I know what you’re thinking. What about the Finnish dude? Well Sauli was convenient, and a friend that Adam enjoyed spending time with. He also happened to be a good cover for the time being. Adam and Tommy had agreed that it would be better for Adam to make appearances with Sauli until he secluded himself to record the next album. Tommy insisted he didn’t want to take the chance of hurting Adam’s record sales for his sophomore album. It was decided that they would come out as a couple after the album dropped in the Fall. After the fragile first month of album sales was calculated. They didn’t know it then, but the seclusion wouldn’t just be about the recording.

That pretty much brings us into the present aside from Adam’s discovery of his pregnancy. I’ll give you a peek into that now.

The tour had been finished for quite a few days. Adam had several meetings with his record company laying the plans to begin writing and recording. It was all really exciting, but the best part was getting to sleep in and waking up relaxed with a sleep-mussed Tommy against him.

It was about two weeks post-Glamnation when it began. Adam woke up around eleven that morning alone. The bed was empty but still warm on Tommy’s side. He sat up, stretched, and slowly managed to get himself upright. He had slept like the dead and his body was sore and stiff with it. After shaking out his limbs and stretching his muscles a little more, he went to the bathroom to take care of his business and then shuffled down the hall in search of Tommy.

He heard movement in the kitchen and followed the sound until he was saw the line of Tommy’s back hovering over something on the stove. Before he could speak the scent of bacon wafted into his nose, his stomach turned, and he was running for the bathroom.

Bile burned Adam’s throat and he gagged, hovering over the toilet bowl. His face was burning up and his head pounded. He spit once more into the water after the gagging passed and sat back on his knees. Tommy was there with a cold cloth in hand and had it pressed to his forehead. “Thanks.” Adam’s voice cracked slightly on the word and the cool from the cloth seeped into his skin.

“Welcome, not feeling well this morning?” Tommy asked, lines of worry creasing his forehead.

“I… no I was fine when I got up… the smell of the bacon though. My stomach is apparently on strike against bacon.”

“Ahh, okay then, no bacon for you. Maybe some dry toast?”

Adam thought about it for a minute, even imagined fresh toast and the idea didn’t turn his stomach. “Yeah maybe.”

“Take your butt back to bed, can’t have you in the kitchen with the scent. I’ll bring you some toast. I even think there’s some Ginger Ale in your fridge from where your momma stocked up the kitchen. I’ll bring you some presuming I didn’t imagine it.”

“Thanks, baby,” Adam replied and shifted to one knee. Tommy was there with an arm braced under his, supporting him while he stood. Adam was still a little queasy but couldn’t help smiling at Tommy. Tommy rubbed his back for a minute and made sure he was steady on his feet before disappearing to the kitchen. Adam grabbed the damp rag that had slid from his forehead and tossed it into the hamper. He flicked on the faucet, splashed his face with cool water, washed out his mouth and still dripping, went back to their room.

That was the beginning of something Adam never could’ve imagined. He didn’t think anything of it at the time, but after several weeks he began to wonder why that queasy feeling was always there at a moment’s notice.

January came and with it Adam’s birthday. His party had been a success and his fans had given him the gift of a lifetime. He should’ve been on top of the world, but instead after a glass of wine to toast the date and birth of his godson, he found himself again in the bathroom heaving up the contents of his stomach.

Now of course by this time Tommy was worried. It wasn’t like Adam to puke his guts up all the time and every dark scenario of what could be wrong had crossed Tommy’s mind. It was around Adam’s birthday that Tommy wondered if Adam might’ve picked up a little something extra on the tour. I, of course, was busy laughing my ass off at that idea because I knew the truth.

No, condoms aren’t one hundred percent protection against sexually transmitted diseases, but our Adam is an old dog with not too many new tricks. After Tommy came into his life like a tiny tornado, Adam’s sex life really dwindled. Before he and Tommy hooked up, Adam’s only sexual partner was his hand or the occasional blowjob.

Adam’s justification for giving up sex had nothing to do with a fantasy of being with Tommy. Adam, our sweet, loving Adam wanted to make sure he was one hundred percent there for Tommy. With it being Tommy’s first tour, Adam didn’t want to see him get lost in the insanity. This turned out to be a good decision on Adam’s part because Tommy always came to Adam when he was afraid life was going to swallow him whole.

Why is this important? Because it created a trust between them, which later helped to quickly squash Tommy’s worries about Adam being unfaithful. Instead Tommy poured over Adam’s symptoms online until crazy hours in the morning.

Adam had never held a newborn, and with little Riff in his arms every stray thought about having a family someday came rushing in. It was one of those moments he was sure he would never forget as he sat in the hospital room beside Scarlett and cooed like every idiot does at a newborn. Tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, and for just a second, blue eyes focused on him. Adam kissed those tiny fingers and sent a wish out to the universe to keep this new little water bearer safe and happy always.

The moment was broken when Lee returned with coffee. The scent railed him and after a moment of panic he held his breath until he could get Riff back into his mother’s arms. Then it was straight to the bathroom where he threw up for the third time that day. When he was finished he washed out his mouth and exited the bathroom.

“You okay?” Scarlett asked.

“Yeah, just certain scents and, well, here lately just feeling queasy. Been going on since just after the tour. Thought my body was adjusting to being back home, but I don’t know. It’s weird. Like now, the coffee set my stomach off and made me sick, but I feel okay at the moment. Well, I mean minus the nasty burning in my throat and the slight unsteadiness of my stomach it’s kinda like nothing happened.”

“Been there, morning sickness is pretty much just like that. Bless Lee’s heart he tried so hard to be there for me. I would vomit at certain scents or just random times in the day for no real reason. They say it’s the hormone levels, but I really think this little guy was having a party in there or something. You though, you should probably check with a doctor. Honey, this doesn’t seem quite like you even after overcoming tour schedules. It’s been over a month.”

“Yeah, I’ve just been trying to put it off. You know how much I love doctors.”

“Since it’s been going on for over a month and Tommy hasn’t caught it, I’m not gonna chew you out for visiting my baby, but really man, you should get that checked,” Lee piped in after listening to them intently.

“Shit, I mean, crap.” Adam covered his mouth and winced at Scarlett’s death glare. “At this rate I think Tommy’s trying to find ways to trick me into going to the doctor’s office. He’s been looking up my symptoms on one of those damn diagnosis websites and I think all the possibilities have gone to his head.”

“He just loves you. If he didn’t care he wouldn’t be after you to get checked out,” Scarlett advised, then nuzzled Riff closer to her chest when he started to fuss.

“I know,” Adam replied.

By this time Adam had conceded there was probably a problem. I of course was already in the know about the true reason for his issues. The Fates were thrilled by this point and were closely guarding Adam against anyone that would interfere with their handiwork. It was the beginning of February when Sauli suddenly had to return to Finland for a casting call, leaving Adam and Tommy to work through their realization that Adam was pregnant.

The Fates didn’t think Adam could deal with discovering the pregnancy while still putting up the pretense that he was dating someone else. Seclusion came sooner than planned and Adam’s work on the album was kick-started just in time for the big kaboom I had been waiting for.

Adam had been hiding out in the studio recording when his throat would let him (all the vomiting had caused some damage) and when it wouldn’t, he wrote lyrics. He’d gotten to the point of keeping a notepad in the bathroom at the studio so he could make the most of his day even when he was pretty sure his stomach had just been projectile vomited through his mouth. The lyrics came in lulls of sickness and were some of the most inspired things he’d ever written, which Adam definitely couldn’t wrap his mind around.

It was a few days prior to The Grammys when Tommy ambushed Adam. The nausea was particularly strong that morning and he’d had to drive back home about three hours into his attempted session time. He’d pulled over a couple of times on the way and left traces of his breakfast in the grass.

Home. Adam was so relieved to be there that for once in his life he honestly didn’t notice the fact that Tommy’s car was in the driveway. His only thought was getting in his own bed and curling up for the day and hoping to get his stomach calmed the fuck down. As fate would have it the door opened before he reached it, and there was Tommy, face pale as a sheet. Tommy was holding a red card in his hand and a box in the other.

“I’ve searched a million times, and the constant puking… the card. Adam, I kept it because it had its own presence. It felt important. I think I know why it’s important. We didn’t regard its warning.”

“What? You know as well as I do any crazy ass fan could have cooked that up.”

“Yeah, but I’ve sat here for the past week trying to figure out what’s wrong with you since your stubborn ass won’t see a doctor. You know what keeps surfacing in these searches? Morning sickness… fuck Adam… yeah, I realize that sounds crazy, but I went back to the letter. It said you would be receptive to new life in any form it found you. You fucking doubled over in pain and passed out after reading it. How many times did we have sex after that?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t know for sure either, but I know you bottomed for me several times. On nights when I was drinking or high… I don’t… fuck!” Tommy bit his lip, “Adam, I don’t fucking remember using condoms some of those nights. I don’t know why the fuck it only occurred to me now.”

Forgive me for interrupting your regularly scheduled peek into their discovery, but I gotta tell you those Fate bitches had something to do with that. Adam and Tommy were both very responsible with condoms, no matter the situation. The Fates intervened and clouded their thinking. Adam was destined to get pregnant. The Fates made it happen.

And now back to your look inside.

“But men can’t…” Adam trailed off, his gut tightening with something akin to terror.

“I know, but… just take the test.”

Adam sighed and took the box from Tommy.

And I know you can guess the result. Our boys were going to be parents.

Adam spent that evening going through several emotions. Fear was the thing that hummed through his veins the loudest. In his mind he replayed every stupid thing he’d done since receiving that envelope. Every sip of alcohol, puff of weed, and calorie skipped in order to make his tour function. With those worries came another. The horrid realization that he and Tommy were on their own, since today’s society definitely couldn’t handle the miracle of male pregnancy. This of course led to Tommy’s snark comment about the insanity of people’s willingness to buy a virgin birth. Tommy was right though. They’d be on their own. Many hours were spent with tears and fears, but through all of it they concluded they would hide Adam’s pregnancy. Since Adam didn’t know for sure how far along he was, he was going to make an effort to finish writing and recording as soon as possible and spent the rest of his pregnancy in seclusion.

The next morning found Adam tumbling out of bed in a blur to the bathroom. Once his dry heaves settled he found himself in front of the mirror. His chest was bare and the pudge he had blamed on alcohol was transformed before his eyes. There was a baby in there. He ran a hand over the swell of skin and tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.

By now I’m sure you realize that with the knowledge of the pregnancy came an awareness Adam didn’t have before. By no means was the shock of it forgotten or the fears abated, but now that Adam knew why the sickness came, he was headed toward acceptance.

It was three days from the social media summit, and while out of the public eye Adam had found himself rubbing the tiny bump that was forming. It wasn’t something he really thought about.

I bet you see where this is going.

The social media summit was interesting. Adam knew he’d become reliant on technology, but he hadn’t realized the extent of his dependence was until he was checking his phone just seconds before he joined the panel.

Afterward there were a flurry of interviews and Adam was highly aware of the shirt he was wearing. It barely concealed the small swell of his stomach and he was paranoid he was going to draw attention to the bump.

During the last interview of the day it happened. Adam was in the middle of a sentence when his stomach grumbled and he unconsciously smoothed a hand over his belly. It didn’t dawn on him until after he’d done it and he was relieved that the interviewer hadn’t seemed to notice.

From that point on Adam was more careful about his actions. The Grammy’s went off without a hitch, well almost. Because when he started to get dressed he had a minor meltdown over the fact that his dress pants only barely closed, and he was convinced his shirt didn’t conceal the slight swell of his pecs well enough. It was then that I became suspicious of The Fates. I had an inkling that Adam was in for far more than he expected, but it was nothing more than that. An inkling.

The next couple of months were a whirlwind of recording and many hours spent trying to conceal the growing roundness of Adam’s belly and the fullness of his chest. Adam pushed himself so hard that it started causing small spats between him and Tommy. In the end it all dissolved in one instance of panic.

Adam had spent the entire day in the studio. The morning sickness had passed a few weeks ago and his throat felt clear and open. He belted out pieces of several tracks that needed editing and somehow lost track of time. When he left the studio it was going on six and he was feeling a tad lightheaded and quite pissed at the producers comment about his ‘beer belly.’

Adam knew the minute his foot hit the gas pedal that he shouldn’t have been driving, but all he wanted was to get back to Tommy as quickly as possible. By some trick of the universe (and even though he spaced out most of the drive) he pulled into his driveway, managed to get out and took two steps inside the front door before the world went black.

Peace, calm, serenity. The dreams were presented in flashes. Adam standing with a freckle-faced little girl on his hip, Tommy by his side holding another child, a boy, hair light as if it had been bleached by the sun. The little boy giggled and stuck a tiny finger in Tommy’s mouth. Tommy laughed and Adam did too, even more so when the little girl he was holding mimicked her brother’s actions.

The next dream lasted only a second. Adam and Tommy holding the hands of their children. Their backpacks were so large on their tiny frames as they walked onto the school bus.

And more vivid yet was a vision of his daughter, a teenager, the rounded face of a child now something between a child and a woman. His daughter going to her first school dance, and the way his heart tripped up a little in his chest when she took her date’s hand instead of his.

His son was the last. He was short like his father, and smiling brightly at the camera as he held his prom date close to his side. That same ache permeated Adam’s chest and then it was gone, invaded by the sound of crying and tears splashing his face.

Adam’s eyes felt all wrong when he opened them. The world tilted on its axis for a minute before the picture settled. The first thing he saw was Tommy, the second was the IV bag hanging on a coat hanger, hung from a coat rack beside his bed.

“What…”

“Don’t speak!” Tommy promptly cut him off while wiping stubbornly at his red-rimmed eyes. “You need to rest. Sleep baby, we’ll talk about it later.”

Adam opened his mouth to speak and was promptly shushed again, but he had to know. “The babies, are the babies okay?” Adam asked, letting his hand fall to the pronounced belly he’d become so fond of.

“Babies? Baby, you’re confused. Sleep.”

A man wearing scrubs walked into his room. Their voices must’ve alerted this stranger to the fact that Adam was awake. He watched as the man injected something into the IV, and he melted back into the darkness before he could manage another word.

This time he sunk into it as the nothingness surrounded him. He didn’t realize how tired he really was until his mind was in that place. He embraced it, rolled around in it for a while, until reality tugged at his consciousness again. The words were so hard to grasp at first. He had to really hold them in his mind and touch them before they solidified into something more than sound, and when they did he was even more baffled. It was Tommy’s voice, shaky, raw, but still him. ‘Sorry’ was a reoccurring theme in this little monologue it seemed. As reality seemed closer to the surface, Adam’s fingers twitched. He realized Tommy was clutching his hand in a death grip.

“So sorry, Adam. Fuck, it’s all my fault. I did this to you. I wasn’t brave enough. I couldn’t handle it. I panicked…” The words abruptly halted when Adam squeezed Tommy’s hand in a weak grip, and he opened his eyes to see Tommy looking like someone had just kicked a puppy. No, make that killed a puppy.

“S’matter?” Adam slurred, his throat parched.

“When you collapsed I called Lane. I didn’t know what else to do. You were breathing, but I couldn’t get you to wake up so I asked her to find a doctor and get him here ASAP. I didn’t tell her anything other than you passed out, but Doctor Harris has been here for the past two days watching after you. He obviously knows there’s something I’m not telling him. He’s insisted that as soon as you got some more rest and fluids in you that he was bringing in an ultrasound machine to check the mass in your stomach. I know he’s bound by doctor patient confidentiality but I’m worried if he finds out you’re pregnant that it’s going to get out, baby. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave. This is all my fault…” Tommy trailed off. The look of helplessness clouding his eyes tugged at Adam’s heart. He reached for Tommy, and with all the strength he could muster he pulled Tommy into the bed beside him.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay.” The words were scratchy in his throat. Adam swallowed around the feverish ache and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “Did Doctor Harris find out why I passed out?”

Tommy looked up from where his head was resting on Adam’s shoulder. “You know why, Adam.”

Adam knew, and guilt spilled through his chest. He’d gotten so wrapped up in working on the album that he hadn’t had anything to eat. He’d promised Tommy he would make sure to actually eat since it wasn’t just his own life he was looking after now. And he’d broken that promise.

I’ll go ahead and spoil the end by telling you that Doctor Harris was just the kind of doctor they would be thankful to know. Doctor Harris was young but very professional, and Adam and Tommy would discover later that he had also grown up as the son of a midwife.

It’s funny though. As I watched the events of the day transpire I was convinced that Adam would be the next headline on TMZ, but sometimes people surprise even me.

The next day Doctor Harris had an ultrasound machine delivered along with a technician. The technician, I would come to find later, was a little less professional about her job. That’s not to say she was a bad person or anything, I mean she never spilled the beans, but Adam would’ve been a lot less tense without her. Dani was a rare breed.

-- Edited by Pyro on Thursday 22nd of December 2011 11:40:24 AM