A/N:I'm not happy about the title and will accept suggestions for a new one! I can never put enough warnings for this. It's braz, mpreg, sappy love, too much fluff, the list goes on... But uhm...enjoy?

He shifted a bit, or at least tried to, because the bedsheets kept sticking on him from the sweat caused by the hot summer night. He shifted again and the sheet swished underneath the added weight. Finally he managed to turn on one side. A click of the lamp switch broke the thin silence.

The sharp light coming from the nightstand stang Brad’s eyes as he squinted them against it. With reasonable annoyance and effort he opened them to see the man beside him looking straight back.

“I’m hungry and can’t sleep... Do we have pineapples?”

Brad blinked at his lover and husband in disbelief. “Pineapples, Chaz? I thought you hated them.”

“The baby wants pineapples, Brad...” In any other couple, this would have been said with the necessary tone of charm and cheesiness. The way Chester said it, though, sounded more like an explanation.

Brad sat up rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Unsuccessfully though as the yawn that followed proved. “Can’t you eat something else for now...? Because even if I went out to get you some, I doubt there will be any shops open at,” he glanced at his watch “3 am.”

Chester exhaled a tired sigh. Not without some difficulty, he got up from bed and walked downstairs in the kitchen. The light from the interior of the fridge lit up his face and the small area around him as he opened the door. There must have been a million different things in the fridge but certainly no pineapples. Deciding to go against the will of the other life inside of him, Chester took out the carton of apple juice and downed half of it.

No sooner had he reached the landing of the staircase, when the unexpected revenge from inside came.

Brad had almost fallen asleep, when he heard Chester rushing into the bathroom. He got up quickly, sleep long forgotten.

He found Chester bringing up all the day’s food taking breaks only to mumble a stream of swears. Once he had obviously emptied his stomach contents, he sat back at the cool white marble.

“The little bastard is going to kill me if I keep throwing up everything,” Chester grumbled before getting up to wash his teeth. “Why do I have to go through this? Fuck,” he spat as the floor swam a bit under his feet and he had to hold onto to Brad.

“I think that’s the reason you go through this,” Brad said with a smile.

“What?”

“Fucking.”

Chester snorted exasperated as he was led back to bed. “Just your humour sometimes, Bradford.”

As he lay on his back Chester thought wistfully that one day he may throw up the baby too. It’d be a gross situation but worth it. He felt the weird impulse to chuckle to himself, however his eyes strayed on Brad, who had fallen asleep again. Brad wanted the baby. Chester had realised that the instant he announced his pregnancy. The unmistakable blissful glint in his eyes.

How unfortunate that Chester was far from blissful. He had been having a perfect life with Brad so far. Why would he want the unbearable responsibility of a crying, messy human? Still abortion had been out of the question from the first moment because it really felt like a cold-blooded murder, especially when he was aware of Brad’s love for their baby. Therefore when Chester suggested adoption, Brad merely nodded with a forced smile. He never raised an objection, he never seemed to hold a grudge against Chester for their decision, merely did what he deemed best for his husband. The singer only hoped that his love could somehow match Brad’s love for him.

Planting a kiss on the man’s forehead, Chester fell into a slumber.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“It knows I hate it, Brad, and it hates me for it,” Chester decided from the hospital bed he had been forced to remain.

After two weeks of throwing up almost every meal he had, Chester obviously dehydrated was admitted to the hospital. There, despite complaints and bitching from his side, he was made to stay for some days to assure everything was going to be all right with him and the baby.

Brad shook his head a bit amused at the scowl that distorted the man’s beautiful features. “Babies don’t hate Chester. It just rejects the food you eat,” he shrugged.

“But I know it knows I hate it! I’m sure,” he insisted moodily. He felt sorry for Brad having to deal with his temper tantrums and everything, however the certainty that the thing in him knew more than it should irked him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Hey! Didn’t know you would be back so early,” Brad greeted him closing the door behind him. When Chester had returned from the doctor, Brad was still in the studio, so he had some time to think alone.

“What did the doctor say?” Brad asked leaving his keys on a table and came to sit beside him on the couch.

“Oh. Uhm, he gave me a video of the ultrasound in case we want to see it again...” he struggled to utter the words because the possibility of wanting to sit and watch their baby basically moving and doing nothing seemed high unlikely. No matter how much they loved each other, they didn’t share the mutual love for the baby and this fact somehow changed a lot of things. Chester tried to ignore the guilt that weighed more than the baby in his belly. “Well if you want to watch it, ‘cause I’ve already seen it...” he gave an indifferent shrug.

At Brad’s badly-veiled, eager nod he put the tape and the TV screen popped up the image. Dark-blue surroundings, almost like an abyss and in the middle, the beginnings of a human. The dull steady thump of life resounded in the silence of the living room in spite of its carrier being so small.

The creature there felt so peculiarly alien to see, as though it was someone different from the baby Chester carried. As if he had just been reminded of it, he muttered in as-a-matter-of-fact tone, “Oh and the doctor told me it’s a girl.”

Brad tore his eyes from their daughter and attacked Chester with an elated hug. “Chaz this is awesome!”

For the first time in so many months, Chester was glad they’d have a baby just because it made Brad so happy. He returned the warm embrace though it loosened when Brad pulled back guiltily.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled the remains of the former smile on his lips. “I shouldn’t be so annoyingly happy when you don’t even want it...her,” he corrected quickly looking away from him.

And suddenly it dawned on Chester how much Brad had to hide his own happiness for him to be happy. He gently took his face into his palms with a loving look. “Don’t ever be sorry for that! I’m the one who should be guilty for being a selfish asshole. You’re perfect,” at this Brad gave him an indignant look and made to speak, when Chester’s finger blocked his lips.

“I.... I’m glad it’s a girl after all.... Girls are more easily adopted.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They were sitting at their porch under the summer’s night sky in equal silence. Verbal silence at least, for Brad’s was playing some melody on his acoustic guitar and Chester was devouring ice-cream from a tub on his lap. He was in the midst of licking the chocolate of the spoon when the familiar stirring in his belly tickled him.

“She hears you playing,” he remarked resisting the urge to put a hand on his belly and feel the movements inside.

“How do you know?” Brad raised an inquiring eyebrow for he had noticed Chester drawing back his hand quickly when he spoke.

“I feel her moving. She always moves when you’re around. I told you, babies know who loves them and who does not.”

Brad let his guitar down and dragged his chair closer to see for himself. “Really now?” he rested his hand on Chester’s protruding belly and to his delight felt it. How couldn’t he? She was right there, swimming in her omniac sack under his hand. For a moment he was out of words, then came a violent kick and Brad’s hand flew back.

“Ow. You little bitch, it hurt!” Chester’s face contorted with the internal pain and then smoothed again at his love’s comment.

“She’s too rebelious. Just like you,” Brad shook his head amused.

“I am not! You’re the one who loves to go against me with any chance!” he exclaimed only to receive a perverted grin.

“I can’t help it if you are too... inviting to go against,” Brad replied his hand cupping Chester’s chin to connect their lips. He was pleasantly greeted with the ice-cream flavour on Chester’s chilled lips and savoured it as long as possible without taking a breath.

And their little girl was witty enough not to interrupt this time.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Pain. An itching pain that run from his upper to lower stomach. That was all that Chester felt when he woke up in the hospital room. He blinked, his surroundings sinking in. But there was something wrong. An absence. As he looked down at himself, he realised it was the absence of his previously mounting belly. Gone like that.

“How are you feeling?” Brad’s smooth voice touched his ears and a warm hand rested on his.

“Uhm. Empty...?” he asked not sure himself how he felt. All that he knew for certain was that he was glad for Brad being there when he woke up. Despite the room being a sunny one, more welcoming than most hospital rooms, decorated with flowers and everything, he’d have been terrified to wake up alone.

“Do you want to see her...?” Brad gave him a hesitant look, which didn’t make the smile on his face fade though.

Chester tried to balance his groggy thoughts for a while but eventually nodded after sitting up. He winced as another wave of pain rushed through him.

Brad left and came back with the escort of a nurse, who held a small bundle in her arms so carefully you’d think it was the crown jewels.

“Your daughter Mr. Bennington,” she said kindly putting the bundle in his arms and left closing the door quietly behind her.

Chester was left listless for a moment in a pathetic attempt to figure out how he was supposed to hold a baby. Her round face was barely visible among the blankets, with a pair of eyes squeezed tightly shut against the unfamiliar light of day, a tiny thin nose and a pair of lips small like cherries.

Brad sat beside him on the bed wrapping an arm around Chester’s shoulders.”She’s so beautiful...”

Chester nodded silently and opened the blankets a bit to get a better view of her. She swifted somewhat in his arms noiselessly getting accustomed to him. It was a new, unparallel feeling to hold this small being that had lived in him for almost a year. Something that combined himself and Brad.

All of a sudden the baby girl raised her plump palm catching Chester’s index finger tightly. The singer inhaled sharply clearly not expecting this. “Why is she doing that, Brad?” he asked in an unintended whisper.

Brad ran a hand through Chester’s dark hair tenderly and kissed the top of his head not taking his eyes from the baby. “It’s a primal instict I guess. It shows love and dependence...”

That moment Brad didn’t know if he should feel surprised, when Chester detached his finger from the girl’s tiny hand and encircled her miniature index finger with his own.