Your Hoodie Acts Like A Cantuary by zappy_zapp (ryan ross)

Authors:zappy_zapp and purple7parade
Rating:Overall NC-17
Pairing:Ryan/Spencer, side pairing Jon/Brendon
POV:Switches (Will be marked on Chapter)
Warnings: Mpreg, Rape, Violence, Language, Depression
Summary: One horrific night and the guys are forced to make some life altering decisions. Will Ryan and Spencer's two year realtioship survive and will Jon and Brendon's blosoming relationship continue to grow when the skelletons come out from the closet?.
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Your Hoodie Acts As A Sanctuary (14/?)

Aug. 19th, 2008 at 9:33 PM

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zappy_zapp
Rating: Overall NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer, side pairing Jon/Brendon
POV: Switches (Will be marked on Chapter)
Warnings: Mpreg, Rape, Violence, Language, Depression
Summary: One horrific night and the guys are forced to make some life altering decisions. Will Ryan and Spencer's two year realtioship survive and will Jon and Brendon's blosoming relationship continue to grow when the skelletons come out from the closet?.
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Disclaimer: Everything you read has never happened and never will. To my knowledge Ryan and Spencer aren’t in a real reletionship.
Authors Notes1: Please read the Warnings before reading this, as it deals with some sensitive issues. This is a joint fic by myself and the amazingly talented zappy_zapp. Big thankyou to our fab Beta. Sorry it's been so long.
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Chapter 14
Jon’s POV

Two months have passed now; it’s been 8 weeks since Ryan nearly lost his baby, 8 short weeks since Spencer came to his senses and realised that he needed Ryan like he needed the ability to breathe.

So much seems to have changed in that small amount of time.

Ryan remained in hospital for five days and was released on the proviso that he would be on strict bedrest, which he was, for 3 weeks. thankfully there has been no further tearing and the likely hood of loosing the baby is becoming less and less each day. It was hard work ensuring that Ryan stayed in bed and had no unnecessary stress, that guy is a work-a-holic. If he wasn’t writing new material, he was ordering baby clothes and accessories, he constantly wanted to be on the move. In the end, Brendon and I locked the fathers to be in their bedroom, only allowing them to leave for bathroom stops when absolutely necessary, which proved to be more often than not with Ryan‘s ever shrinking bladder.

Ryan, now at just over five months pregnant has a bump that makes most women envious, his once slim and bony figure has filled up in all the right places and there’s no denying that he’s positively glowing.
To everyone’s relief, the relationship between Ryan and Spencer is constantly getting stronger, the voids that Brent had caused are slowly being filled by their ever constant love. Spencer, from what Brendon has told me has, over the last two months reverted to the way he was before all of this happened, before Brent threw their lives into turmoil, he’s apparently becoming the old Spencer, the one that would do absolutely anything for Ryan.

The moment, Ryan’s bedrest had ended, Spencer booked a series of physiotherapy appointments. For the first month, he had sessions every other day, he’s now down to just two sessions a week. The days he has rehabilitation sessions he’s cranky, he’s easily irritated, he’s angry and disappointed.

He has days when he can‘t seem to do anything right, he has weeks when everything he does goes wrong, he has nights when he can’t get comfy, he has mornings when he can’t button his jeans, but he always, always has enough time for Ryan. Not once in these past two months have I seen or heard Spencer take his anger and disappointment out on those he loves, especially Ryan. No matter how bad things are for Spencer, he always calms himself down and dries his tears, before being around the father of his child.

Two months later and it’s been agreed that unless necessary the biological father of the child will not be identified. In everyone’s eyes this baby is Ryan and Spencers'. A notion that Brendon and I strongly agreed with.

Brendon and I, have spent the last 8 weeks watching our relationship blossom, we’ve been on a few dates, not as many as I would have liked to have taken him on, but Holly and the guys have been our main priority, plus there’s only been certain times that we’ve been able to leave Holly with Spencer and Ryan.

Two nights ago, we professed our love for each other, it was everything and more than I could have ever hoped for. Holly, Ryan and Spencer had gone to visit Pete and Patrick for the night, leaving the house for Brendon and I. Brendon offered to cook a romantic meal, which he did and it was edible... for the most part. As corny as it sounds, the meal, matched with the candle lit dining room was the perfect atmosphere.

That night we made love without any disruptions; no ‘monsters under the bed’, no ‘I didn’t make it to the toilet in time’, no ‘Ryan’s got wind, can I crash in here’, no ‘Spencer’s snoring, so make some room’, even without the sex, the night would have been amazing, because we had our first full nights sleep in almost two months.

Brendon, is the most caring and thoughtful boyfriend I could have ever asked for. I love watching him care for his friends, I love how he would do anything for his little sister, I love how when he laughs he lights up the whole room… I love him more than I’ve ever loved anybody, he’s slowly becoming my world, both him and Holly mean so much to me, I’d do anything to protect them.

Another, change that the last few months has brought on is that Holly will now be permanently living with the four of us, as Panic won’t be touring for the foreseeable future and the money that the nannies cost, can be put into use in other places like the new house that the four of us are buying as a combined effort.
It was decided that before the impending birth, we will buy a house big enough to accommodate all six of us. A decision that wasn’t made lightly but was made more out of necessity more than anything else.

Yes, the band has made the guys more money than most, but not quite enough that they can afford two child proof houses, but together we can afford a house to make our parents proud. Another deciding factor was that once the baby is born by c-section, Ryan is going to be out of action for a while, until the pain subsides and Spencer, even with his greatest intentions can’t cope with a newborn baby alone. Plus when and if we go back on tour, we‘re only going to need to hire one nanny for the times that it’s not possible to take the kids with us, again cutting back on expense.

It’s not that we’re tight with our money we just need all the extra cash we caso that we can afford the best of lawyers for when Brent’s trial goes to court.

At this current moment in time, Spencer and Ryan are out at the hospital, this morning Spencer had a physiotherapy appointment, this afternoon Ryan has another scan but this will be the first time that Spencer has been available to be with Ryan, today they'll see their baby together for the first time.

While they’re out, Brendon, Holly and I are attempting to bake cookies, we’re on our fourth batch of failed attempts, maybe it will be fifth time lucky?

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Brendon’s POV

I cautiously walk over the tiled kitchen floor, almost slipping on broken eggs, spilt milk, water, flour, you name it and it’s more than likely decorating the kitchen walls aswell. But as my mother would say ‘there’s no use crying over spilt milk’, the only thing I can do is get it cleaned up. At least we have one batch of edible cookies for when Ryan and Spencer return, I may be cleaning for a month but at least the cookies have chocolate chips in them.

I glance through the cloudy mist caused by the bag of flour, which Holly has just kindly knocked onto the floor, once the dust has settled, I get a clearer view of the kitchen which looks more like a bomb site than anything else. There’s blobs of cookie dough slowly dripping from both the ceiling and cupboard doors, puddles of water dotted around the room, melted chocolate giving the kitchen table a whole new look, the bin and sink are equally overflowing, burnt cookie dough cemented onto baking trays, enough burnt cookie batches to feed an army. It’s safe to say the three of us should never bake again, unless it‘s a straight-from-a-packet-just-add-an-egg type of thing.

I can’t help but smile, once my eyes catch sight of Holly, who’s licking melted chocolate from a spoon whilst perched on the only clean patch of the kitchen table, she's laughing at Jon who‘s currently pulling dough from his hair. With a sigh I walk over to the sink, trying to stand on a clean surface is harder than one would thin, to get a wet cloth. I make my way over to where Holly’s sat before wiping away the dough and chocolate from her face, once I‘m satisfied she looks half presentable I repeat the process with her fingers.

“You two” I say gently poking both Jon and Holly on the nose “into the livingroom, watch some cartoons and let me get this kitchen looking some what decent” I lift Holly off of the table and carry her until she’s safely away from the ice-rink style floor, as soon as her little feet touch the floor, she runs straight into the room, heading for the TV.

I set the tap running so that the now empty sink fills with warm, soapy water, while I’m waiting for that to happen, I feel two arms slide around my waist. I lean back into Jon’s touch, tilting my head until our lips meet in a soft loving kiss. Regrettably I pull away from my boyfriend, slightly moving out of his grasp while I reach for the rubber gloves.

“Quite the housewife, 'aint ya Mr Urie… maybe you should show me what else you can do with those gloves?” I laugh at his lame innuendo.

“Mr Walker, I do believe there is a child in this house, a child you should be entertaining, while me and these gloves get this kitchen sparkling the way every kitchen should. Now shoo! and if you’re a good boy, these gloves might just make there way into the bedroom” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively fighting back laughter as I push Jon in the direction of the door.

Two sticky and messy hours later and I’m finally able to leave the kitchen, I poke my head into the living room, smiling at the sight before me. Jon’s sprawled the length of the sofa, gently snoring with Holly clasped in his arms as she sleeps on his chest. I pull the door to before heading straight for a well deserved shower.

“So this is the head, no wait it‘s the arm, or it could be a head, well anyway this is the baby” Returning back to the living room, feeling refreshed and ready to start the day again, I find Holly sat inbetween Jon and Spencer, all three peering at what looks like the latest baby Smith scan. I lift Holly up before sitting down with her on my knee, as Ryan is fast asleep on the other sofa.

“Brenny, look this is the baby!” Holly excitedly exclaims, while pointing at the black and white grainy image.

“Seriously, how is anyone supposed to know which bit is which? It just looks like one blob, kind of Jelly bean shaped, or maybe…”taking the scan from his hands I cut Spencer off before he goes any further.

“Look, these are the arms, here‘s the legs and that right there is the heart...that‘s obviously the head.” I point at which ever part of the body I’m talking about, making sure Holly sees before moving onto the next part.

“How the hell did you do that? Is there something you're not telling us Bren? Have you been reading those pregnancy books?” Jon laughs, I don’t have the chance to reply as Ryan slowly wakes.

“Oh hey! I almost forget some post came for you. Here” I say handing over the white envelope wich Ryan quickly tears open.

“Ry, are you ok? What‘s the matter?” Spencer quickly asks, concerned for his now very pale and panicked looking boyfriend. Sensing that something is wrong, Jon sends Holly into the kitchen as Spencer moves so that he’s sat beside Ryan.

“…It‘s… the date for…his… for Brent‘s…court case…It‘s four weeks today…” Ryan crumbles into Spencer, who wraps an arm around Ryan, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Jon and I both exit the room, giving the couple some time alone, Brent’s ruined their lives in so many ways, I just hope that he gets nothing less than life in prison.

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