More Than Us (Ianthony)

Chapter 03: Risks

"Ian... Honey, wake up." Anthony whispered to his groggy husband.

"Mmm..." He groaned.

"It's like 11:30 in the morning, babe. Come on, it's time to get up."

"I don't wanna." Anthony then placed a gentle kiss on Ian neck and started to play with his hair.

"You have to, baby. We have an appointment with Dr. Goodin in an hour and a half." Ian groaned again and placed his hand on his abdomen, rubbing it calmly.

"I don't feel so good."

"What's wrong?" Anthony asked, starting to rub Ian's belly along with him.

"Nausea." He whispered. Anthony laughed. "S'not funny." Ian moaned, feeling his unbearable nausea get even worse.

"I'm not laughing at you, hun. I'm laughing because I can't believe that you're actually having morning sickness. There really is a baby in there." Anthony said, rubbing Ian's stomach a little more and placing a small kiss a little close to his belly button. Ian loved the small gesture, but he couldn't help but feel doubtful after five long years of nothing but bad news.

"We don't know if I'm pregnant or not, Anthony. This could all just a be a stomach flu or some type of cancer." Anthony flinched.

"Don't say stuff like that, Ian. Jesus..."

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just saying... We don't know! We just have few cheap pregnancy tests to go by and that's all." Anthony bit his jaw a bit before replying.

"Well, the quicker you get up, the quicker we find out if they were accurate or not." Ian let out another groan.

"Okay, alright." Ian rose up from bed slowly and swung his feet over to the floor, standing up and stretching out his muscles a bit. As if crocodile had just snapped onto a gazelle, Ian's nausea had hit its breaking point. He quickly ran into the closest bathroom, throwing his head into the toilet and releasing everything and anything that might've been in his stomach. Anthony followed behind Ian quickly and kneeled down next to him. He gently rubbed his back and whispered calming things to Ian as he puked his guts up for at least half a minute. When Ian was done, he wiped his mouth off with some toilet paper and moaned uncomfortably. "Honey, you okay?" Ian nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just hurry up and go to this appointment so I can get some anti-nausea or whatever." Ian snapped, flushing the toilet and disappearing into their bedroom. Anthony shook his head with disbelief of what was happening. Not only is Ian having morning sickness, but he's also grumpy and moody. Ian might as well have a neon sign pointing to him that says "I'm Pregnant!" When Ian came back out of their room, he was wearing a pair of sweatpants, an old sweater, and sandals. The sight entertained Anthony.

"Sandals and a sweater?" He chuckled, kissing Ian on the forehead.

"Too sick to care." Ian replied. "Now let's go. The quicker we go, the quicker I can come back home and sleep the fucking day away... Provided that I don't have my head in the toilet." Anthony grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone and made sure that Ian had everything that he needed before walking out the door and taking the elevator down to the first floor. Anthony usually always took the stairs and made Ian take them as well because it was healthier, but he made exceptions for certain situations like this one. When they made it out into the streets of LA, Ian's nausea returned. He had always thought that living next to a bunch of restaurants was a good thing, but he was now thinking otherwise. Ian swallowed hard to keep it down and followed Anthony to their car. When they made it to the clinic, Anthony checked them in while Ian had to excuse himself to the bathroom again. When he came back, his face was a bit pale and he looked like he felt like total shit. Ian took the seat next to Anthony and laid his head on Anthony's shoulder. Anthony kissed the top of his head and pulled out his phone, scrolling through social media for a little bit to pass the time.