21 JUMP STREET MPREG STORY- "Doug, I've got a Surprise"

Not Feelin That Great

Doug did a big stretch, groaning in the process. His eyes opened slowly. It was about 7 in the morning now.

He sat up and saw that Tom had already left the bed. Hopefully he was cooking some breakfast, Doug thought. But Doug entered the hallway and smelt no bacon, nor eggs. "Tom?" he called, making his way into the empty kitchen. Usually he'd find Tom there, quietly reading from the newspaper with some coffee. He heard some coughing from the back.

Doug started the coffee machine, then went back into the hallway. He heard some noises from the restroom. "Tom?" he knocked the door lightly. It wasn't closed all the way, so it opened just a little, but he couldn't see Tom yet. "Good mornin'," Tom didn't say anything back, he was hunched over he toilet, retching. Doug realized this now, and pushed the door open. He grimaced. Doug couldn't stand the sight of vomit.

 Tom vomited again, making Doug cringe. But still, he came closer and knelt down. He began to pat Tom's back, his head turned the other way. "Oh, Tom, I forgot about the morning sickness..." Tom responded by continuing to empty the contents of his stomach. Every time he gagged, Doug gagged too. 

When Tom was done, Doug stood up. "Feeling better after letting it all out?..." Tom groaned, then spat into the toilet and wiped his mouth. He caught his breath and sickly swallowed. "Ugh," he started to rise shakily. "I still feel nauseous..." He flushed the toilet and then took a deep breath and turned to Doug. "Thanks for helping me. Next time, you could maybe hold my hair back, too." Tom's bangs were unruly. 

"I'm sorry you don't feel good," Doug put his hand on Tom's shoulder and rubbed it. "I started the coffee machine so we could have some coffee. I can cook us some eggs and bacon, too!"

Tom exited to restroom and grumbled at the mention of food. "I'm not feeling very hungry, but thanks anyways." Doug followed him. "But Tom, you and the baby need uh, need nutrients!"

"Doug- the baby is about the size of a strawberry."

"Yeah, but-..." Doug paused. "Wait, how... far along are you?" he realized he never asked, and he felt silly. "Uh, I think maybe 2 months or so."

"2?!?!" Doug exclaimed. "Yes?" Tom picked out two cups for coffee. "That's when I started to have morning sickness, but I thought I had some stomach flu."

"Stomach flu??? Come on!"

"What? How was I supposed to know right away?"

"But you've been sick for two months and didn't tell me?"

"It slowed down for a while, I wasn't sick every single morning for 12 weeks, no."

"But still, you never told me you were feeling unwell."

"Well, now you know... Don't know what you want me to say." He handed Doug a cup, now full of coffee. "Coffee helps, though."

"Well, that's good. I feel bad about your morning sickness, though. It seems miserable." Doug held the sides of Tom's arms, lowering his hands to his waist, in a loose embrace. Tom looked up at Doug, nodding. "Oh, it is. It should be you instead." Tom sipped his coffee. Doug laughed at the comment. "If it were me... I'd be pretty freaked out."

"I am freaked out..." Tom's voice was quiet. "You don't seem so freaked out, to me at least."

"We haven't had a lot of time to talk about it." Tom said matter of factly- and he was right. After he revealed the pregnancy to Doug, they were sent to meetings, and then last night, they only chatted for a bit before heading straight to bed. "I was too exhausted last night to go into any details..." Tom put his coffee mug on the counter. "...and I couldn't exactly talk about it much at work."