More Than Us (Ianthony)

Chapter 17: VidCon

The weeks that followed after Ian's fall were probably the best weeks Ian has had throughout his whole pregnancy. He felt great! His cravings were manageable, there was no complications, the baby didn't really kick him during the night, and he was still full of energy. Now that Mari was no longer pregnant, she couldn't attend the yoga class with him anymore, but that didn't stop Ian from going. He continued to attend the class and even befriended all of the lovely ladies that were there and even two other men that joined the class since then. Ian has also been spending a lot of his time over at Mari and Peter's, helping them with Nikki while also getting some parenting tips from them at the same time. As the weeks passed, however, everything progressively got a lot harder for Ian as his stomach got bigger. By the time he was 31 weeks along, the things that he could do was VERY limited to only a few simple tasks. He could still go to Yoga, but  it was now very difficult to do certain stretches that he used to have no problems with. He now understood why he easily outstretched the some of the woman at first. Filming was also becoming a major task for him. Because of the baby pushing on his lungs, he ran out of breath very easily meaning that he couldn't run around set like he usually could. He also had to sit down a lot to keep his ankles from swelling and had to take frequent bathroom breaks because the baby was putting a lot of pressure on his bladder as well. Dispite all of the pregnancy setbacks, he was still overjoyed to be carrying a child and never faltered from working hard with Smosh. However, Anthony was worried about Ian and how well he would fare at VidCon. With his rocky sleeping schedule mixed with backaches, shortness of breath, and frequent bathroom breaks, he was concerned that Ian would be uncomfortable and suggested for them to not go, but Ian insisted. Anthony was still worried, but he trusted that Ian knew his limits and wouldn't try to push over them. Today was the day the arrived at their hotel and it was already off to a rocky start. Anthony had to stop three times on the way to Anaheim just for Ian to use the bathroom which put them on a VERY tight schedule. So tight, that they almost lost their hotel reservation. Thankfully, they arrived just in time.

"You want me to pack your bag for you?" Anthony asked as they walked towards the elevators.

"Nah, I'm good." Anthony gave him a worrying look.

"Y-You sure? I don't want you hurting your back or somethi-"

"I'm fine, babe. I'm not helpless." He snapped. Anthony held his hands up.

"Alright, alright. Sorry." They took the elevator up to the sixth floor and found their room, placing their bags on the bed. "God, I gotta piss." Ian groaned, heading strait for the bathroom.

"You just peed twenty minutes ago." Anthony called.

"Tell Mason that!" He called back. Anthony laughed a little, walking over to the window and opening the curtains and letting sunlight flood the room. Ian soon joined him by the window to look over the view. They stood there in silence for a few minutes before Anthony finally spoke.

"You sure you can do this?" He asked. Ian nodded.

"Yeah. If I can handle set days with a watermelon stomach, then I can handle anything." Anthony smiled at him and wrapped his right arm around Ian's shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Just don't over do yourself, alright?"

"I won't, babe." They spent the rest of the day in their hotel room relaxing and watching movies. Normally, they would've walked around and explored for a little while to see what and who they could see, but because of Ian's stomach, they both decided that it probably wouldn't be such a good idea. I didn't really bother them, though. The next morning, They were up bright and early and were at the convention center by 9:30am, ready for their photos with the fans. The rest of the Smosh Squad was already there waiting for them when they got there.

"There's my boiiiis!" Courtney exclaimed, running up to Ian and hugging him tightly. "How you holding up, Ian?"

"I've been better, but I'm fine." After exchanging hugs, they waited by their curtain and waited for the security guards to give them the green light to go though. Right before it was time, however, Ian's bladder demanded for a break.

"Anthony, I gotta go pee again." Anthony groaned.

"Now? We're just about to go out."

"I know, but I can't help it." Anthony sighed lightly.

"Alright. Let me go with you just incase." Ian gave him a mean look.

"I think I can handle myself."

"No, I'm going with you whether you like it or not." 

"Uhh, guys." Noah said, causing them to turn their heads towards them.

"C'mon, it's time for us to go." Anthony fanned his hand.

"You guys go on. Tell them we went to the bathroom and that we'll be out there in a second." They all looked at each other and shrugged, walking out and causing the entire hall to fill with deafening screams. Ian wasn't very pleased at Anthony's stunt, but dropped it and let him be protective. The Smosh Squad were able to keep the crowd entertained until Ian and Anthony came through the curtain, causing another round of deafening screams to echo throughout the halls. For the next two hours, they posed for hundreds of photos and met a lot of their amazing fans. Ian had to take multiple bathroom breaks and had to sit down in several photos, but everything went off without a hitch. Usually, Ian gets asked if his hair or beard could be touched, but not this time around. Instead, almost every fan he met asked if they could feel his pregnant belly. Ian even stole the spotlight on some occasions because he was being asked so many questions about his pregnancy, but nobody really minded it. They understood why Ian would be the one to get the most attention. The rest of their day was filled with catching up with old friends, meeting a lot more fans, and plentiful bathroom and resting breaks. VidCon was now over for the day and it was time for the YouTuber's party.

"Ian, you need to sit down for a while before we go to the party. You've been on your feet all day." Ian shook his head.

"No, seriously. I'm fine. Let's just go, eat, dance for a bit, and then we can rest." Anthony didn't really have a good feeling about going to the party, but he knew that there was no way he was going to win an argument over pregnant Ian.

"Alright, fine. If you feel any kind of pain or if anything goes wrong, we're leaving."

"Alright. Whatever." Later that night, the party was going full fledge and Ian was enjoying himself. He caught up with his YouTube buddies, ate three platefuls of food and desserts, and he tried to dance, but he couldn't really cut the rug like he used to with a watermelon attached to his stomach. Now, he was sitting down at a table all by himself, allowing his feet to rest while drinking a glass of water. He was enjoying his downtime until he felt a sharp pain sear down through his lower abdomen and into his back. He placed his hand on his stomach and grunted quietly in pain.

"Ahhh..." He whispered. The pain soon went away and looked down at his watch to make note of the time. Because he had read nearly everything that Dr. Goodin had thrown at him, he knew that the pain he was feeling were contractions. Whether they were Braxton Hicks contractions or not, he didn't really know. What he did know was that real contractions were rhythmatic and got closer together after each one, but Braxton Hicks contractions were sporadic and didn't really have a sense of rhythm which is why he made note of the time. Eight minutes later, the pain returned, this time lasting longer than the previous one. He then felt two more, one occurring after another eight minutes, the other one after seven. They were getting closer together. 

"Oh shit..."