Be Careful What You Wish For 2 (Synacky Mpreg)

Be Careful What You Wish For (Synacky Mpreg) Part Two:
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Nearly three months later...

Brian wiped his mouth and then splashed cool water on his clammy face after throwing up for the fifth time already that morning. It was barely 4:00 in the morning and he was terribly exhausted. Both he and Zacky had come down with something and had been extremely ill for close to two weeks. A lot of weird things had also been happening to Brian and Zacky. Things they couldn't quite understand. They'd had weird bouts of nausea and throwing up, wild mood swings about the dumbest things and really odd cravings that neither would've ever dreamed up in the past, not even when they'd been shit-faced drunk.

Brian trekked out of the bathroom, back into the elaborate master bedroom, crawled back into bed and then snuggled up closely to a peacefully sleeping Zacky. The green-eyed man woke up, smiled sleepily at Brian briefly, snuggled up even closer to him and fell back asleep. Brian watched his boyfriend for a few moments, running his hand up and down the other man's back gently and placing kisses to the middle of his forehead. He soon fell asleep himself, his arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend.

Brian awoke a few hours later to the sounds of Zacky throwing up in the bathroom. Sighing, he flung off his the covers, made his way into the bathroom, knealt down beside his boyfriend, rubbed his back soothingly and kissed his sweaty temple. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked softly, still rubbing Zacky's back.

"I..." Zacky turned his head, heaved and threw up. He leaned against Brian with a groan once he was finished. "I feel like shit, Brian. I think..."

Zacky pulled away from Brian and heaved, his whole body wrenching and aching as he threw up yet again.

"Baby, I think you should see a doctor."

"N-No. No doctors, Brian...You know I HATE going to the hospital," Zacky whined hoarsely.

"Zacky, you're sick, and you're not getting any better. I'm worried about you, babe," Brian murmured as he pressed a second sweet kiss to his temple.

"You've been sick the whole time, too," Zacky pointed out stubbornly.

"I know, baby. I'll go, too."

Zacky looked up at Brian and narrowed his eyes. "I swear to fuckin' God, Brian, you'd better go, too, or I'll kick your ass!"

Brian laughed. "I know," he smiled, kissing Zacky's lips a few quick times and then holding the last one for a few moments.

Zacky pulled away from Brian, quickly rinsed his mouth with mouthwash, pulled his confused boyfriend to his feet and slammed their lips back together. He wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and instantly deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue hungrily into his boyfriend's mouth.
Brian's hands went to Zacky's hips and held onto them tightly as his tongue battled with his boyfriend's.


"Z-Zacky," Brian panted breathlessly as his boyfriend pulled away from his lips and nibbled on the side of his neck, causing him to shiver violently.

"Mmhhmm?" Zacky hummed, sucking hard on the spot behind Brian's left ear he knew would drive the brown-eyed man absolutely crazy.

"B-Baby, we sh-shouldn't be doing th-this right n-now."

Zacky pulled away from Brian's neck and looked up at him in total confusion. "WHY can't we? Do you not want me anymore? Don't you love me anymore?" he asked, voice cracking as tears filled his eyes.

"I ALWAYS want you, and I will NEVER stop loving you, Zack," Brian stated firmly.

"You don't want me now," Zacky pouted, going to pull away and stalk off.

Brian moved his hands from Zacky's hips, wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled the other man even closer to him. "Don't you dare try and walk away from me, Zachary James Baker," he growled. "You always assume the worst and then run off and I'm sick of it. I DO want you. NEVER doubt that or question that again or I'm gone. I MEAN it!"

Brian wrenched free from Zacky and stormed away himself. He usually stayed there and talked things out, but for some reason, his boyfriend's self-depricating, self-hating trip was bothering him to the point of being more pissed off than he usually was. He just needed to clear his head, so he slid his feet into his flip-flops, grabbed his cigarettes, lighter and cell phone and headed out for a solo walk on the beac to do just that. He was nearly half a mile down the beach than ran behind his house when his phone began to ring. Without looking at the caller id, he pushed "Accept" and put the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah?" he sighed.

"Uhhh...h-hey, big brother. Are you okay?" Ziah Sanders asked, her voice laced with concern and confusion.

"Hey, Zi-Zi. I'm fine. How are you? I mean, I hardly ever hear from you lately. It's like since you became a wife, a doctor and a mother, it's like I'm the least of your concerns," Brian teased.

"You are such a dick, Brian."

"I do hope that you aren't at work or around my awesome niece and nephew using language like that. I knew Dad shoulda washed your mouth out with soap much more. It would have done so much for your character."

"Fuck off, Princess," Ziah smirked. "I'll have you know that I'm on my lunch break and the munchkins are with their daddy today."

"That's why Shadows canceled going into the studio today. I can't wait to see the big, bad Shads man playing tea party with Aspen," Brian laughed.

Ziah laughed and shook her head. "Aspen may be a girl, Bri, but she's MY daughter. You should have seen the look she gave Suzy when she tried to put her in a pink dress."

"I'll bet it was epic."

"Oh, it was. It was the clearest 'What The Fuck Do You Think You're Doing With That? Don't You Know I Don't DO Pink?' look I have ever seen in my entire life. I even have the video to prove it," Ziah laughed.

"I so have to see that."

"Sent to your email this morning."

"Awesomeness," Brian laughed.

"I swear, you and Matt need to stop saying that," Ziah rolled her chocolate brown eyes and sighed.

"Why?" Brian asked in his best toddler impression.

"Fuck off."

"Seriously, Ziah, I think there's a bar of soap calling your name," Brian laughed.

"You first, Brian." Ziah pulled into the parking lot of the fast food place she'd picked for the day. "Anyways, how are things with you and Zeebles?"

"You know, Zacky will throw a shit fit if he finds out that you call him Zeebles."

"No, he won't. Who do you think helped me come up with it in the first place?"

"That explains it," Brian deadpanned.

"Explains what?" Ziah asked, eyebrow arched in question.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"So, how are things with you and Zacky?"

Brian sighed sadly and then ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey, what's wrong, Brian?" Ziah asked, truly concerned.

"Nothing. Well, not anything serious, anyways. Zacky just pissed me off is all."

"What happened?"

"Zacky's usual self-loathing bullshit that drives me so fuckin' crazy. I had to get outta there or I'd have snapped," Brian answered truthfully.

"Yeah, that can be annoying. But you know why he acts that way, Bri," Ziah sighed.

"He should know by now that I'm not that douchebag he was with before. I mean, that's a total insult to me. I don't compare him to Michelle, for fuck's sake."

"It wouldn't be a fair comparison, Bri. Michelle is just an evil, disgusting cunt. Zacky's an insecure sweetheart. See? No comparison whatsoever."

Brian sighed. "Yeah, I know. You're right."

"That I know," Ziah smirked. "Now, go home and talk to your boyfriend before you lose him, bro. He's too amazing of a guy to let go."