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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Travis and Travail Chapter 1
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Warnings: Mpreg, because I’m a crazy person
Rating: PG-13 at this point. It’s not finished yet so who the heck knows where we’ll wind up?
Word Count: 2,058
Summary: The Mitchell-Marks family is expecting another blessed event… but this time, it’s Travis whose pregnant.
Author’s Note: I almost never post things until I’m completely done writing them. But due to a few not-so-subtle requests on AO3, I’m posting it as I complete it. Let’s just hope I finish it now.
Sutton looked from the blond to his duskier partner and back again. “Let me get this straight,” he said, arranging his Zen garden as a way of distracting himself. “After two babies, you guys are having a third?” Both detectives nodded, slowly. “And this time, this one’s pregnant?”
Travis looked at the floor and Wes simply looked embarrassed. He had to admit that this role reversal had been a surprise to them both. Not that Wes was complaining, he was still fighting to get rid of the leftover baby fat from his last pregnancy. Over a year ago.
“I see,” Sutton murmured, shaking his head. “You two shouldn’t work. Not as partners, definitely not as lovers. But, who am I to argue with the mysteries of love?”
Wes narrowed his eyes and Travis grinned.
“You two are dismissed. Just keep me abreast of the situation.” Here he eyed Travis’ still flat set of six-pack abs.
Both nodded and shuffled out of the captain’s office and onto the floor of the robbery homicide division. “Gotta admit, I think that went better than expected.”
Wes turned a disbelieving face onto his husband. “Really Marks? Were we in the same room?”
Shrugging, Travis held out a hand. “He didn’t yell.”
“Sutton never yells anymore. Not since Dr. Ryan got her claws into him.”
“Point,” Travis conceded. Dr. Ryan was, in fact, the only reason they were together so they couldn’t exactly ignore her deft hand in fixing relationships. “But he only sighed twice.”
And that was the sticking point, Wes thought. Therapy had worked miracles on Sutton’s anger management issues, but it hadn’t helped his penchant for sighing dejectedly every chance he got. That the cap had only sighed twice during the entire fiasco of their current life story was a small wonder in itself. “Okay, fine, it went better than we thought, but did you see his face? I think he’s about two minutes from demoting us both to traffic duty.”
Travis gave a mock shudder and smiled at Wes. “He wouldn’t do that to us.”
Maybe not, but he’d sure as hell have reason to. When Wes had gotten pregnant with Violet, he’d done everything in his power to hide the pregnancy from everyone – including Travis. Most especially Travis, truth be known. To say that Wes had caused a little bit of chaos was putting it mildly. Then Bryony happened and everything went to hell in a handbasket again. Wes found himself on indefinite bedrest and Travis was forced to do all the heavy lifting in their professional partnership. How they’d survived it all long enough to get married in the middle of it was a mystery.
What the hell was going to go wrong now that Travis was carrying their child?
Wes gave Travis a sidelong look and frowned. Probably not a damn thing – Marks would pull off being pregnant with charm and grace like everything else he did. It was still early in his first trimester, but so far, no real signs of morning sickness had manifested. He’d had one night of voracious vomiting and nothing of note since. It was beginning to piss Wes off. If Travis managed to keep the weight off and not blow up like a freaking balloon, Wes was divorcing him, just on principle.
It was a selfish, awful, greedy thought, but he couldn’t help himself from thinking it.
Giving his middle a discreet look, Wes confirmed that he still hadn’t rebounded fully from Bryony’s birth, and that had been some time ago. Although Travis didn’t seem to mind – Wes himself had thought he was pregnant just a few short days ago – it still bothered the blond that he was carrying baby fat a year plus after the fact.
He made a mental note to hit the treadmill harder in the morning. And yoga. Lots and lots of yoga. Wes had a feeling he was going to need as much mental clarity as he could summon in the days to come.
One thing did bring a smile to his face, however. He couldn’t wait to tell Jonelle. The look on the medical examiner’s face would be priceless.
“What’s so funny, buttercup?” Travis was staring at him, those crystal blue eyes boring into his soul.
“Nothing, Travis, just thinking about how excited the girls are going to be.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie…. If he didn’t admit to which girls he was meaning. Because seriously, Kendall would be excited, but Dakota and Rozelle were going to be over the damn moon with the news. Wes couldn’t wait to let them fuss over Travis for a change.
“Oh my god,” Dakota squealed, embracing Travis in one of her mega hugs. “Really? How long have you known?”
“Dakota,” Wes said, a grin lighting his face. “Let the boy breathe so he can answer your questions.”
“Oh,” she laughed, giving Travis one last squeeze before letting him go. “Sorry.”
“The girl doesn’t know her own strength sometimes,” Rozelle put in, sneaking in to give Travis a congratulatory hug of her own. “She got Clyde in one a few weeks back and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.”
“I still have nightmares about it,” Clyde whispered in Wes’ ear.
Travis, however, was not deterred. Instead, he puffed out his chest and played the proud papa. Er, mama. “Just a couple of weeks,” he said, grinning at the assembled therapy group. “It’s kind of funny because we actually thought Wes here was preggo. Turns out, we were wrong.”
Thank god for that, Wes thought. He didn’t know what would have happened if they’d both been knocked up. Well, Wes had an idea – he’d be carrying on as per usual while Travis played the martyred invalid, probably. Maybe Travis would handle it better than that, but he didn’t hold much hope for it. Marks could barely cope with having a cold, so being pregnant was about to be an eye opening experience for his husband. Good thing Wes had so much experience with the subject.
“Well this is an unexpected announcement,” Dr. Ryan said, bringing everyone’s attention back to the reason they were all gathered there. “Shall we pick this back up after we have our group?”
Although Travis wasn’t outwardly showing any of the usual signs of first term pregnancy, the exhaustion had started to catch up with him. Wes watched as his dark eyelashes fluttered closed over those beautiful blue eyes, Travis falling asleep despite Dr. Ryan’s lecture and the animated voices filing the room around them. Catching Dr. Ryan’s eye, she smiled and shook her head, she knew Travis wasn’t being inconsiderate, he just didn’t have any choice in the matter.
The topic for the group that day didn’t actually affect them much since it centered around the way extended family put a strain on a couple’s relationship. Wes’ family was all out of sight, out of mind. If pressed, he could say that it was all very civilized, but it didn’t matter. They were all too wrapped up in their own lives to be concerned with his, which actually worked out for the best. Travis’ family, on the other hand, was all over the place. He had more foster moms and siblings than most people had socks. In a lot of ways, that was stressful in and of itself, but the more he got to know Travis’ much extended family, the more he liked them all. Even the ones working on the wrong side of the law. Thinking about Money made him smile.
“Something you’d like to share with the group, Wes?”
Damn, Dr. Ryan had caught him being content again. “No ma’am,” he said, allowing the smile to fully bloom. “Just thinking about one of Travis’ less than respectable foster brothers.”
“Mmm?” Travis blinked and pulled himself into a sitting position. “What’s Money got to do with anything?”
“Funny how you knew who I meant, considering you were asleep, Marks.” Wes patted Travis on the shoulder. “He has nothing to do with anything, but they were talking about in-laws and I thought about Money.”
“That’s an odd connection to make,” Travis said, a yawn cutting his words off. “Are we almost done?”
“Yes, Travis,” Dr. Ryan said, nodding at him. “I think we can all go a little early today.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Wes and Travis were flooded with questions.
“When’s your due date,” Mrs. Dumont questioned.
“Are you hoping for another girl,” Dakota practically demanded. “Violet and Bryony are too precious for words.”
“How many times has blondie threatened to strangle you so far, Travis?” That, of course, was Rozelle, always asking the important questions in group. More than likely, she was remembering all the drama Wes had brought with him during his first pregnancy. Heaven only knew, Wes had deserved to be smothered in his sleep on more than a few occasions back then.
“None so far,” Travis teased, throwing a wink in Wes’ direction. “But give it time.”
“Whatever,” Wes said, adding an eye roll for good measure. It was something Violet had down pat and used regularly to make her point. “Can we go home now and get the girls?”
“Of course, baby,” Travis said, holding out a hand. “Help me up?”
Wes took Travis’ extended hand between both of his and helped haul his much larger built husband out of the chair. He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage this in a few months, but he figured he could rely on Peter or Clyde to help him in a pinch. Or even Dakota. The woman was stronger than she looked.
“Are you hungry,” Wes asked, pulling out of the community center’s parking lot and pointing the car towards home.
“No,” Travis sighed, rubbing his still perfect belly. “But I know that if I don’t say something now, by the time we get home and you feed the girls, I’ll be starving. That’s always what happened with you anyway.”
It was true. And, on the flip side, he’d forced Travis to make more than one emergency detour due to Violet demanding red meat at the most inopportune times. Thank god for Fatburger. “Mmm…”
“What?” Travis looked up from his abdominals and made a face at his husband. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just… thinking about a burger.” He didn’t want to admit to any more than that.
“I could definitely eat a burger,” Travis agreed. “Gotta be a Fatburger. No goddamned onions though, right?”
Wes couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up out of him. “Right. No goddamned onions while pregnant. Although now that you mention it, yeah, grill some up and throw them on.”
“All I’m concerned with are some skinny fries right now, but you can keep your damn onions.”
“I guess it’s a burger night,” Wes said, taking a left and heading towards the nearest Fatburger. Bri was going to make a mess of herself, but he had faith Violet would demolish hers and raid everyone’s fries. She was too much of her father’s child to do anything less. But that’s okay, sometimes predictability was a beautiful thing. “You think Violet will share her cheeseburger with her sister,” he asked, hoping he wasn’t going to have to share his with Bryony.
“Are you kidding me?” Travis laughed before patting Wes’ leg. “She’s my girl and we both know that I don’t share my food.”
“No you don’t, Joey. No you don’t.” As much as he wanted to be angry, he couldn’t find it in himself to be. “So, one small burger, one medium burger and I’m assuming you want a large, as per usual?”
“You know how I like my meat, baby. Big and fatty.”
“That’s just… gross,” Wes said, making a face. “No matter how you look at it. So that’s a yes?”
“That is affirmative, baby.”
It was going to be quite a night, if Travis’ mood was any indication. As they approached the drive thru window, Wes suddenly changed his mind and decided to forgo the onions after all. There wasn’t anything sexy about onion breath and no amount of toothpaste and mouth wash could quite cover it, either. As a consolation, he splurged and went for extra relish. Pickle breath was a lot easier to tame in the long run.
Continues here.
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Warnings: Mpreg, because I’m a crazy person
Rating: PG-13 at this point. It’s not finished yet so who the heck knows where we’ll wind up?
Word Count: 2,058
Summary: The Mitchell-Marks family is expecting another blessed event… but this time, it’s Travis whose pregnant.
Author’s Note: I almost never post things until I’m completely done writing them. But due to a few not-so-subtle requests on AO3, I’m posting it as I complete it. Let’s just hope I finish it now.
Sutton looked from the blond to his duskier partner and back again. “Let me get this straight,” he said, arranging his Zen garden as a way of distracting himself. “After two babies, you guys are having a third?” Both detectives nodded, slowly. “And this time, this one’s pregnant?”
Travis looked at the floor and Wes simply looked embarrassed. He had to admit that this role reversal had been a surprise to them both. Not that Wes was complaining, he was still fighting to get rid of the leftover baby fat from his last pregnancy. Over a year ago.
“I see,” Sutton murmured, shaking his head. “You two shouldn’t work. Not as partners, definitely not as lovers. But, who am I to argue with the mysteries of love?”
Wes narrowed his eyes and Travis grinned.
“You two are dismissed. Just keep me abreast of the situation.” Here he eyed Travis’ still flat set of six-pack abs.
Both nodded and shuffled out of the captain’s office and onto the floor of the robbery homicide division. “Gotta admit, I think that went better than expected.”
Wes turned a disbelieving face onto his husband. “Really Marks? Were we in the same room?”
Shrugging, Travis held out a hand. “He didn’t yell.”
“Sutton never yells anymore. Not since Dr. Ryan got her claws into him.”
“Point,” Travis conceded. Dr. Ryan was, in fact, the only reason they were together so they couldn’t exactly ignore her deft hand in fixing relationships. “But he only sighed twice.”
And that was the sticking point, Wes thought. Therapy had worked miracles on Sutton’s anger management issues, but it hadn’t helped his penchant for sighing dejectedly every chance he got. That the cap had only sighed twice during the entire fiasco of their current life story was a small wonder in itself. “Okay, fine, it went better than we thought, but did you see his face? I think he’s about two minutes from demoting us both to traffic duty.”
Travis gave a mock shudder and smiled at Wes. “He wouldn’t do that to us.”
Maybe not, but he’d sure as hell have reason to. When Wes had gotten pregnant with Violet, he’d done everything in his power to hide the pregnancy from everyone – including Travis. Most especially Travis, truth be known. To say that Wes had caused a little bit of chaos was putting it mildly. Then Bryony happened and everything went to hell in a handbasket again. Wes found himself on indefinite bedrest and Travis was forced to do all the heavy lifting in their professional partnership. How they’d survived it all long enough to get married in the middle of it was a mystery.
What the hell was going to go wrong now that Travis was carrying their child?
Wes gave Travis a sidelong look and frowned. Probably not a damn thing – Marks would pull off being pregnant with charm and grace like everything else he did. It was still early in his first trimester, but so far, no real signs of morning sickness had manifested. He’d had one night of voracious vomiting and nothing of note since. It was beginning to piss Wes off. If Travis managed to keep the weight off and not blow up like a freaking balloon, Wes was divorcing him, just on principle.
It was a selfish, awful, greedy thought, but he couldn’t help himself from thinking it.
Giving his middle a discreet look, Wes confirmed that he still hadn’t rebounded fully from Bryony’s birth, and that had been some time ago. Although Travis didn’t seem to mind – Wes himself had thought he was pregnant just a few short days ago – it still bothered the blond that he was carrying baby fat a year plus after the fact.
He made a mental note to hit the treadmill harder in the morning. And yoga. Lots and lots of yoga. Wes had a feeling he was going to need as much mental clarity as he could summon in the days to come.
One thing did bring a smile to his face, however. He couldn’t wait to tell Jonelle. The look on the medical examiner’s face would be priceless.
“What’s so funny, buttercup?” Travis was staring at him, those crystal blue eyes boring into his soul.
“Nothing, Travis, just thinking about how excited the girls are going to be.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie…. If he didn’t admit to which girls he was meaning. Because seriously, Kendall would be excited, but Dakota and Rozelle were going to be over the damn moon with the news. Wes couldn’t wait to let them fuss over Travis for a change.
“Oh my god,” Dakota squealed, embracing Travis in one of her mega hugs. “Really? How long have you known?”
“Dakota,” Wes said, a grin lighting his face. “Let the boy breathe so he can answer your questions.”
“Oh,” she laughed, giving Travis one last squeeze before letting him go. “Sorry.”
“The girl doesn’t know her own strength sometimes,” Rozelle put in, sneaking in to give Travis a congratulatory hug of her own. “She got Clyde in one a few weeks back and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.”
“I still have nightmares about it,” Clyde whispered in Wes’ ear.
Travis, however, was not deterred. Instead, he puffed out his chest and played the proud papa. Er, mama. “Just a couple of weeks,” he said, grinning at the assembled therapy group. “It’s kind of funny because we actually thought Wes here was preggo. Turns out, we were wrong.”
Thank god for that, Wes thought. He didn’t know what would have happened if they’d both been knocked up. Well, Wes had an idea – he’d be carrying on as per usual while Travis played the martyred invalid, probably. Maybe Travis would handle it better than that, but he didn’t hold much hope for it. Marks could barely cope with having a cold, so being pregnant was about to be an eye opening experience for his husband. Good thing Wes had so much experience with the subject.
“Well this is an unexpected announcement,” Dr. Ryan said, bringing everyone’s attention back to the reason they were all gathered there. “Shall we pick this back up after we have our group?”
Although Travis wasn’t outwardly showing any of the usual signs of first term pregnancy, the exhaustion had started to catch up with him. Wes watched as his dark eyelashes fluttered closed over those beautiful blue eyes, Travis falling asleep despite Dr. Ryan’s lecture and the animated voices filing the room around them. Catching Dr. Ryan’s eye, she smiled and shook her head, she knew Travis wasn’t being inconsiderate, he just didn’t have any choice in the matter.
The topic for the group that day didn’t actually affect them much since it centered around the way extended family put a strain on a couple’s relationship. Wes’ family was all out of sight, out of mind. If pressed, he could say that it was all very civilized, but it didn’t matter. They were all too wrapped up in their own lives to be concerned with his, which actually worked out for the best. Travis’ family, on the other hand, was all over the place. He had more foster moms and siblings than most people had socks. In a lot of ways, that was stressful in and of itself, but the more he got to know Travis’ much extended family, the more he liked them all. Even the ones working on the wrong side of the law. Thinking about Money made him smile.
“Something you’d like to share with the group, Wes?”
Damn, Dr. Ryan had caught him being content again. “No ma’am,” he said, allowing the smile to fully bloom. “Just thinking about one of Travis’ less than respectable foster brothers.”
“Mmm?” Travis blinked and pulled himself into a sitting position. “What’s Money got to do with anything?”
“Funny how you knew who I meant, considering you were asleep, Marks.” Wes patted Travis on the shoulder. “He has nothing to do with anything, but they were talking about in-laws and I thought about Money.”
“That’s an odd connection to make,” Travis said, a yawn cutting his words off. “Are we almost done?”
“Yes, Travis,” Dr. Ryan said, nodding at him. “I think we can all go a little early today.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Wes and Travis were flooded with questions.
“When’s your due date,” Mrs. Dumont questioned.
“Are you hoping for another girl,” Dakota practically demanded. “Violet and Bryony are too precious for words.”
“How many times has blondie threatened to strangle you so far, Travis?” That, of course, was Rozelle, always asking the important questions in group. More than likely, she was remembering all the drama Wes had brought with him during his first pregnancy. Heaven only knew, Wes had deserved to be smothered in his sleep on more than a few occasions back then.
“None so far,” Travis teased, throwing a wink in Wes’ direction. “But give it time.”
“Whatever,” Wes said, adding an eye roll for good measure. It was something Violet had down pat and used regularly to make her point. “Can we go home now and get the girls?”
“Of course, baby,” Travis said, holding out a hand. “Help me up?”
Wes took Travis’ extended hand between both of his and helped haul his much larger built husband out of the chair. He wasn’t sure how he was going to manage this in a few months, but he figured he could rely on Peter or Clyde to help him in a pinch. Or even Dakota. The woman was stronger than she looked.
“Are you hungry,” Wes asked, pulling out of the community center’s parking lot and pointing the car towards home.
“No,” Travis sighed, rubbing his still perfect belly. “But I know that if I don’t say something now, by the time we get home and you feed the girls, I’ll be starving. That’s always what happened with you anyway.”
It was true. And, on the flip side, he’d forced Travis to make more than one emergency detour due to Violet demanding red meat at the most inopportune times. Thank god for Fatburger. “Mmm…”
“What?” Travis looked up from his abdominals and made a face at his husband. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just… thinking about a burger.” He didn’t want to admit to any more than that.
“I could definitely eat a burger,” Travis agreed. “Gotta be a Fatburger. No goddamned onions though, right?”
Wes couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up out of him. “Right. No goddamned onions while pregnant. Although now that you mention it, yeah, grill some up and throw them on.”
“All I’m concerned with are some skinny fries right now, but you can keep your damn onions.”
“I guess it’s a burger night,” Wes said, taking a left and heading towards the nearest Fatburger. Bri was going to make a mess of herself, but he had faith Violet would demolish hers and raid everyone’s fries. She was too much of her father’s child to do anything less. But that’s okay, sometimes predictability was a beautiful thing. “You think Violet will share her cheeseburger with her sister,” he asked, hoping he wasn’t going to have to share his with Bryony.
“Are you kidding me?” Travis laughed before patting Wes’ leg. “She’s my girl and we both know that I don’t share my food.”
“No you don’t, Joey. No you don’t.” As much as he wanted to be angry, he couldn’t find it in himself to be. “So, one small burger, one medium burger and I’m assuming you want a large, as per usual?”
“You know how I like my meat, baby. Big and fatty.”
“That’s just… gross,” Wes said, making a face. “No matter how you look at it. So that’s a yes?”
“That is affirmative, baby.”
It was going to be quite a night, if Travis’ mood was any indication. As they approached the drive thru window, Wes suddenly changed his mind and decided to forgo the onions after all. There wasn’t anything sexy about onion breath and no amount of toothpaste and mouth wash could quite cover it, either. As a consolation, he splurged and went for extra relish. Pickle breath was a lot easier to tame in the long run.
Continues here.
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Date: 2016-02-03 11:42 pm (UTC)Oh, God. Travis! I laughed out loud after the first couple paragraphs. And poor Wes - I think Travis will put him through the wringer. (not to mention, left over baby fat after a year - that has to be killing him ....)
The girls will have fun with this - not only the kiddos, but our friends in therapy. Hah!
You know, there is only one other story ever that I have been able to read that was mpreg, but damn, this is *it*
(Hey, nifty new background! Also, when I searched for the tags for this, chapter 5, lonely chapter 5, did not show up? Probably just a tag issue, but wanted you to know - and selfishly, it will keep me from having to dig! :)
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Date: 2016-02-04 06:18 pm (UTC)Hahaha... it's not my favorite genre to read either, but with these two, it somehow works.
(Thanks - it's very anime-like and bookish, so perfect for me!).