More Than Us (Ianthony)

Chapter 11: Results

Over the next couple of weeks, Ian and Anthony continued on with their lives as normal and took advantage of the extra time to catch up on Smosh. They recorded A LOT of videos, supervised a couple of their new editors, helped Ryan direct their "Every Blank Ever" series, and even typed up three new scripts. Not only were they being productive with Smosh, but also with their house. Since Ian's morning sickness has subsided he's been trying his best to help Anthony out around the house. He's washed dishes, vacuumed the carpet, mopped and swept the tile, and did the laundry.

"Ian, honey you don't have to do that. You might hurt your back." Ian groaned in annoyance, throwing the last t-shirt into the already full laundry basket. Ever since Ian learned that he was expecting, Anthony had been really clingy and WEEYY too protective over Ian and his protruding stomach that is now the size of a small, fully inflated beach ball. Ian thought it was cute, but was overbearing at times.

"Stop doting on me. I'm not helpless, I'm just pregnant." Ian snapped, picking up the full laundry basket and heading into the laundry room. Anthony didn't pay any mind to it, however. Ian has been Anthony's little moody bear ever since he has become pregnant and he tends to say a lot of things he doesn't mean when he's annoyed. Anthony just tends to ignore it and shrug it off. For once, things finally seemed to be normal, but on the day of their results appointment, Ian's anxiety returned. Anthony knew that Ian would be teeth-chattering nervous, so before Ian's appointment, they filmed a quick Gametime episode. Not because they were behind, not because the Smosh Games crew was gone or sick, but because Anthony thought it would be a good way to get Ian's mind off of the stressful appointment that was about to occur. And it worked. They played a little bit of the new Super Mario Maker and recorded a great episode. It seemed to knock off Ian's anxiety for a while, but when they arrived at the doctor's office, he couldn't help but begin to worry about the health of his little one.

"You okay, Ian?" Stella asked, writing down Ian's blood pressure results down on her clipboard. Ian nodded.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just a little nervous about the results." Stella smiled at him and placed her hand on his left shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, Ian. On the bright side, I think you two get to find out the gender today." This took Ian by a surprise.

"Really?" She nodded.

"Yeah. You're right at 16 weeks which is the optimal time to decode the gender." Ian laughed and looked at Anthony with a huge smile. It made Anthony happy to see Ian smiling right before the nerve wracking results. Of course, Anthony was nervous about the results himself, but he hid it for Ian. He wanted to be strong for his husband at a time like this.

"We get to find out the gender!" Ian exclaimed excitedly.

"Are you excited?"

"No, I'm upset. I'm the most upset I've ever been." Ian responded sarcastically. Anthony laughed and kissed the top of his head.

"So, what do you think it's going to be?" Ian shrugged.

"I don't know. I feel like it's a boy, but I kinda want a girl." Anthony laughed.

"No, you don't. You just say that to people." Ian scoffed.

"I do not! I want a little baby girl so I can do her hair and stuff!"

"You don't even know how to comb your own hair!" Ian scoffed.

"Um, excuse me? Have you SEEN how fabulous my hair is? Besides, even if I didn't know how to style hair, that's what YouTube beauty gurus are for!" Stella chuckled and picked up Ian's chart.

"I swear, you two are better than reality television. Follow me." Ian and Anthony both got up and followed Stella to the Ultrasound room. Ian expected for the room to empty as usual, but Dr. Goodin was already there waiting for them.