Domestic - Brendon/Spencer - PG

This is the biggest piece of self indulgent fluff I've ever written...ever. Seriously guys, I don't think I'm even going to post it anywhere else. Like advertise it. It's just going here and whoever finds it...I'm truly, TRULY sorry.

This fic was also nearly subtitled: boys and they're fucking stupid inability to communicate. But then I got over it. Also it's a pseudo sequel to Shattered Glass & Sounding Drums.






Domestic - Brendon/Spencer - PG - 3,676 words


Spencer couldn't remember when they'd had the baby discussion. If he had to guess he'd say it must've happened some time after Brendon packed up his Chicago apartment and moved to Vegas to live with Spencer. They went through a whole laundry list of discussions that weekend though, ranging from how Brendon liked cold showers in the summer, to how Spencer really hated lukewarm soda.

Either way, they must've had the talk and both decided they wanted kids one day because two years after Brendon moved in he walked up to Spencer and said, “I think it's time. Alice said she'd be our surrogate.”

Spencer was in the middle of making himself a peanut butter sandwich and paused only a moment before agreeing, “Okay.”

It wasn't until their first visit to the OBGYN with Alice; Spencer and Brendon huddled around the tiny monitor, squinting at the fuzzy black and white shape on screen, that Spencer began to think maybe, they'd managed to skip a step. He didn't mention anything until they were back home. Brendon was putting together dinner and Spencer was sticking their ultrasound photo on the fridge door with a World Wildlife Federation magnet.

“You think we should have gotten married?” Spencer asked, glancing from the ultrasound to Brendon.

Brendon frowned thoughtfully down at his cutting board. “I don't know. Why? You want to?”

“Not really,” Spencer admitted.

Brendon didn't look upset, he just shrugged said, “Okay,” and went back to cooking.

***

Ella was six, had Spencer's eyes and Brendon's abundant curiosity. She had picked the décor in her room out herself after a family trip to Ikea. The room was white with pale purple polka dots and was refreshingly devoid of pastel pink. There was a corner of the room dedicated to kid sized instruments from Playskool and a table that housed a plastic tea set and pot after pot of play-doh. Ella was busy smashing orange play-doh into pancake shapes to serve Spencer for fake breakfast and Spencer was trying to think of how best to look like he was eating the play-doh without actually eating it.

“Spence?” She asked as she smashed away.

Spencer rearrange his incredibly long legs so he could stay seated at Ella's little table without losing circulation to vital areas. “Yeah sweetie?”

“A boy at school asked me something and I don't know the answer,” she complained, scrunching her little face up in distress.

“Okay, well, what did he ask?” Spencer smiled. “Maybe I know the answer.”

“He asked if my Dads are married.”

Spencer frowned and tried to quell the over protective urge to scoop Ella up and demand to know the kid's name and local address. “Was he making fun of you?”

Ella shook her head, her tiny brown curls swaying from side to side. “No. He was just asking.”

Spencer relaxed a tad now that he knew he didn't have to go rough up a kindergartner. “No, honey. We're not married.”

Spencer prepared himself for the inevitable follow up; 'why?' But it never came. Ella just nodded and said, “Okay.” She then scooped up her pile of flattened play-doh and set it in front of Spencer with a wide smile.

“Look! Breakfast!”

“Oh, yay,” Spencer said and hoped he sounded at least slightly enthusiastic.

***

When Nevada legalized gay marriage, Spencer didn't notice. It happened the same week Alice gave birth to twins and Spencer was a little busy rushing back and forth to the hospital. The twins had been born early and were staying in the NICU for the time being. Brendon had barely left the NICU since the birth and Spencer was there whenever Ella didn't need looking after.

Spencer got back from dropping Ella off at school and found Brendon sitting in a chair positioned between two plastic incubators. Spencer dropped a kiss to the top of Brendon's head and heard Brendon give a muddled, “Hey,” in greeting.

Spencer glanced at the incubator to the right and when he found it empty, his heart nearly stopped. He tried to keep his voice calm and level when he asked Brendon, “Where's Jacob?”

“In--” Brendon turned and his eyes widened when he saw the look on Spencer's face. “Oh, Spence, no. He's fine.”

Brendon pulled Spencer around the chair so he could look clearly into the other incubator that rest to the left of Brendon's chair. There were two infants cuddled up in the one incubator, both seemingly too tiny to be real.

“The nurse said they do it a lot with multiple birth babies,” Brendon reported softly. Something about the NICU called for the need to whisper. “Says it helps calm them.”

Spencer slid his hand through one of the circular holes in the side of the incubator and gently brushed his index finger along the arm of the closest infant. The baby squirmed a little and snuggled closer to his brother.

Brendon chuckled, “Poor guys are just trying to sleep and here we are fawning and freaking out over them.”

“Yeah they won the neurotic parent jack pot,” Spencer hummed knowingly and smiled when he heard Brendon laugh. “Ella's at school and Ryan said he'd pick her up. I can stay for a little bit if you want.”

“Yes. Please.” Brendon grabbed Spencer's hand and pulled him down, forcing him to squish into the tiny chair with him rather then pull up a second one. Brendon sighed and rest his head on Spencer's chest.

“I brought you the paper,” Spencer murmured into Brendon's hair. “In case you wanted to do the cross word puzzle.”

“Get annoyed at the cross word puzzle, you mean,” Brendon said with a snort.

“That too.”

Brendon groaned and said, “Okay, give it here. Maybe together we can manage fill it all out.”

Spencer bent down to retrieve the paper from where he'd let it drop beside Brendon's chair earlier. He handed the paper to Brendon who glanced down at the front page and said, “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Brendon said, quickly shuffling the paper around so the comics and puzzle section was on top. “Alright, 1 Across: Hollywood Favorite.”

***

Ryan was still at the house when Spencer returned, with Brendon in tow, that night. Spencer had only meant to stay at the NICU for a few hours, but was reluctant to leave Brendon or the twins. After a quick phone call, Ryan had agreed to feed Ella and put her to bed, and Spencer had decided to try and convince Brendon that one night at home, away from the NICU, would be okay. Spencer had been successful. Ryan hadn't.

“Brendon!” Ella, dressed in Tigger pajamas, bounded down the hallway and leapt at her father. Spencer wasn't hurt by her enthusiasm towards Brendon and Brendon only. She hadn't seen Brendon since Alice went into labor.

Brendon scooped Ella up and squeezed her tight. “Hi, baby.”

Ryan entered the hallway and had the decency to at least look a little sheepish. “She'd already had her bath, I didn't seen the harm in her staying up til you guys got back,” Ryan said in response to the glare Spencer was throwing his way.

“It's okay,” Brendon interjected. “I'll take her up now. Ella, give Spencer a kiss good night okay?”

“Night Ella,” Spencer said, accepting a sloppy kiss on the cheek with a grin. Ella waved goodbye to Uncle Ryan and then she and Brendon were out of sight.

“So,” Ryan said with a smile. “How's my namesake?”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “You're making me regret that decision already.”

Ryan flapped his hand and said, “Whatever. How is he?”

“Fine,” Spencer reported. “When we left they had just ate. Jacob is gaining a little faster then Ross which is ironic and creepy, but the nurses aren't worried. Few more days and they should be an okay size to come home.”

“That's great. I'll make sure Jon knows.” Ryan flipped open his phone as if to call or text Jon, but flipped it shut again a moment later, looking at Spencer with a surprised expression. “Speaking of...did you see the news?”

Spencer shook his head. “They don't have TVs in the NICU.”

Brendon walked around the hallway just as Ryan said, “Nevada legalized gay marriage today.”

“Really?” Spencer's eyes went a little wide with shock. He glanced over at Brendon, who was leaning against the wall, looking unsurprised. “Did you know that?”

“Yeah.” Brendon looked away and shrugged. “It was on the front page of the paper you brought me.”

Spencer frowned and blurted, “Why didn't you tell me?”

Ryan, sensing an oncoming domestic dispute, wove his way around Brendon and said, “I'll just grab my jacket and go out the back, I think.”

Brendon waited until he and Spencer heard the unmistakable slamming of the back door before he sighed, pushed off the wall and walked to the living room. Spencer was right on his heels.

“I didn't think it was important,” Brendon said. “You don't want to get married.”

“What?”

Brendon rolled his eyes. “We've talked about it, remember?”

“Yeah. Once.”

“Right. You asked if we should and I asked if you wanted to and you said no.” Brendon gestured dramatically with his hands. “So what the hell does it matter that we can get married if you don't WANT to get married?”

“Wait.” Spencer blinked. “Do YOU want to get married?”

“Oh now it occurs to you to ask me this.”

“NOW it occurs to you to TELL me this?”

Brendon huffed and after a short pause shrugged in defeat. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean...I'd like to get married.”

Spencer thought for a moment before nodding and stepping towards Brendon. “Okay. So.”

Brendon just stared at him. “So...?”

“Okay, so. Marry me.”

“What? No!” Brendon squawked.

“Why not?”

“Because! You can't ask like that!”

“Says who?”

Brendon flew his hands out, grasping at air as if the word he was looking for could be found there. Eventually he just groaned and said, annoyed, “Everyone!”

“I don't want to marry everyone.”

“As of five minutes ago you didn't want to marry ME.”

Spencer sighed and closed his eyes tight, trying to rearrange his thoughts. Something was getting lost in translation here and the whole conversation was like trying to play pictionary while blindfolded. “I don't hate marriage.”

“You don't.” Brendon didn't exactly look convinced.

“No!” Spencer shifted his weight awkwardly and admitted, “I hate weddings.”

Brendon blinked. “Okay,” he drawled.

“I hate that they cost so much money, I hate that everyone NEEDS it to be PERFECT,” Spencer ranted. “And I hate that it would be four hundred people we'd HAVE to invite who would be just STARING at me while I said things about us that mean something to me but are...private.”

“Huh,” Brendon said.

“Just for the record.” Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded. “Not against marriage.”

“Right. Got it.” He took a step closer to Spencer and was careful to look away when he said, “well we could...do it here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. In the yard or something.” Brendon shrugged and looked up at Spencer finally. “Just me, you, the kids...”

“Ryan and Jon,” Spencer allowed. “But that's it.”

“Right.”

Spencer sighed in relief and leaned forward to take Brendon's hand. “I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy.”

“Oh no. You're crazy.” Brendon smiled. “But your logic isn't...totally flawed.”

Spencer nodded then winced. “Do I have to ask again?”

“No,” Brendon said and laughed when Spencer closed his eyes in relief. “But just to clear things up--”

“Yeah,” Spencer said with a grin. “Let's.” He waved his hand in the air vaguely. “Yeah.”

Brendon bent over laughing. “Wow, that...cleared up nothing.”

Spencer didn't even try to explain further, instead he just gathered Brendon up against him and kissed him. Spencer was so preoccupied in thoroughly kissing Brendon that he didn't notice that his phone was vibrating until Brendon grumbled out a, “phone!” from around Spencer's tongue.

Spencer dug his phone out of his pocket. “Hello?”

“Um,” Ryan said reluctantly. “I really hate to interrupt the domestic squabbling but turns out the back way out of your house has like, a fence and a wall and some trees and I am so fucking lost right now.”

***

It had been kind of late when Spencer and Brendon had rescued Ryan and Spencer had been busy wanting to have sex with Brendon like, as soon as possible, so there hadn't been any time for Spencer to clue Ryan in to the night's events until the following day. Spencer explained everything over the phone and afterwards Ryan simply laughed for a good ten minutes and said, “Wow. You guys have issues.”

“Thanks,” Spencer huffed.

“No. Seriously. I'm buying Communication Skills for Dummies for you as a wedding present, okay?”

“Yeah. Says the man who got lost in my backyard.” Spencer ignored Ryan's squeak of indignation and added, “Hey so, you think you could maybe get yourself ordained before next week?”

There was a pause. “Seriously? You want me to officiate? Seriously?”

Spencer shrugged, then realized Ryan could see him. “You're my best friend. You've known me since I was five. It makes sense.”

“Wow. I'm. Kinda touched.”

Spencer thought he heard a sniffle on the other end of the phone. He pressed his own phone closer to his ear and strained to hear. “Are...you crying?!”

“Fuck no. Fuck off.”

“You so are. Pussy.”

“Hey, hey. I'm about to become a member of the clergy. That's so not a cool thing to call me.”

***

Ella handled the news of the wedding fairly well. “Does this mean I get a new dress?” She asked, blinking up hopefully at Spencer and Brendon.

“Uh...” Spencer glanced at Brendon who nodded. “Sure!”

“Can I get two?” Ella asked.

“Two new dresses?” Brendon knelt in front of Ella and poked her tummy. Ella giggled. “Why do you need two new dresses?”

“One for the wedding,” Ella explained. “And one for when the babies come home.”

Brendon looked up at Spencer with his patented 'oh my GOD our daughter is so cute' face and Spencer sighed. He knelt alongside Brendon and looked Ella in the eye before saying, “We can do that, I think.”

Ella shrieked happily and launched herself at her fathers, who caught her neatly and held her tight.

***

Ross and Jacob came home four days before the wedding with a clean bill of health and dressed in tiny onesies. Ross was in green and Jacob was in blue. Brendon had insisted the boys not match.

“It's important for twins to have a sense of individual identity,” Brendon recited.

“Who did you hear that from?”

“Your Mom.”

Spencer huffed and put down Jacob's carrier on the kitchen table. “Ha, ha.”

“No,” Brendon laughed, placing Ross's carrier down as well. “I seriously did.”

“Oh man I am never leaving you two alone again ever.”

The door to the kitchen swung open and Jon walked in, carrying a wiggling and excited Ella. “Hey!” Jon grinned. “I thought we heard you guys.”

“Babies!” Ella squealed. “Uncle Jon, put me down!”

“The babies are up high, honey,” Brendon said.

Ella stopped struggling instantly. “Uncle Jon, lift me up!”

“Where's Ryan?” Spencer asked as Jon moved towards the table, supporting Ella on his hip.

“Went to the car to get my camera,” Jon said. He held Ella close and they peered down to look at the babies together. “Oh look, Ella. Brothers!”

Ella's eyes were big and she frowned thoughtfully down at Ross and Jacob. “They're sleeping,” she whispered and Brendon giggled.

“They do that a lot,” Spencer said.

“That's boring,” Ella huffed.

“They'll get interesting real quick, we promise,” Brendon reassured her.

Ryan came running into the room, holding Jon's camera up above his head. Judging by the look on Jon's face, that wasn't a good thing to do with a valuable piece of equipment.

“Swap,” Jon said, and handed Ella to Ryan before taking the camera, or rather, rescuing it, from Ryan.

“Hi Cinderella,” Ryan said to the girl.

“I have a new dress!” Ella announced cheerfully.

“And new brothers,” Brendon reminded her.

“Yeah,” Ella said but she had sounded more enthusiastic about the dress.

Jon held up his camera and asked, “Can you guys pick them up? Or will they shriek?”

Brendon and Spencer exchanged looks. “I don't know,” Brendon said finally. “We probably should wake them up now if we want them to sleep through tonight.”

“Wishful thinking,” Spencer grumbled, remembering Ella's uncanny ability to wail herself awake at three every morning when she was a baby. He couldn't believe he and Brendon willingly signed up to do it again. Then Brendon scooped up Ross and placed him in Spencer's arms and Spencer remembered why, even with the late night feedings and diaper changes and sleep deprivation, it was all worth it.

“Aw,” Ryan cooed, waving his hand at Ross, who was still asleep. Ryan didn't seem to mind. Jon snapped picture after picture and then it was Brendon and Jacob's turn.

“Are we doing pictures at the wedding?” Jon asked when he was done and Brendon was putting a squirming Jacob back in his carrier.

“Yes,” Spencer agreed. “But nothing cheesy. Just lots of...happy.”

“And candids!” Brendon added happily. “I LOVE candids.”

“I think I can handle that,” Jon said with a nod. “I'll get the baby pictures to you as soon as possible, okay?”

“Okay.” Spencer glanced back at Jacob who had been growing more squirmy by the second. Sure enough Jacob was soon screaming at the top of his tiny little lungs. Ella comically covered her ears and Ryan set the girl down.

“That's our cue,” Ryan called to Jon. They were gone five minutes later.

Brendon picked up Jacob and Spencer set about preparing a bottle. He shook his head and grumbled, “Those total--” He looked down at Ella and quickly did a bit of self editing, “Pansies.”

***

They got married on a Sunday afternoon in their backyard, between the wooden play set they'd spent an entire week putting together for Ella, and the kitschy collection of garden gnomes Spencer hadn't been able to tell his mother he neither wanted nor needed.

Ella wore her second new dress and switched off standing beside Brendon and Spencer. Jon hung back with the camera, keeping one eye on the carriers holding Jacob and Ross.

Ryan did a fine job officiating, even though Spencer suspected him of simply copying everything he had ever heard in movie wedding scenes. He wore a paisley suit and newsboy cap and held a bible he didn't open once.

When it came time for the vows, instead of speaking them aloud for their tiny audience to hear, Brendon and Spencer took turns whispering in the others ear.

“This wedding is one big in joke,” Ryan grumbled.

“Shut up,” Brendon said, grinning from ear to ear and keeping his eyes locked on Spencer.

The rings they'd bought a few days earlier were simple. Plain bands of gold with the kids names engraved on the inside. They'd decided on the engraving on the basis that Ella, Jacob and Ross had bound them together long before any Nevadan Constitutional Amendment had.

“Okay,” Ryan announced happily. “We've done the super secret vows, the rings...I'm pretty sure you guys are married now.” He nodded. “You can kiss, I think.”

Spencer brought his hands up to rest against the curve of Brendon's jaw and pulled him in for a kiss. Spencer was vaguely aware of clapping and the click of Jon's camera and soon he found he was smiling too wide to effectively continue kissing Brendon.

“Okay!” Brendon threw their linked hands into the air. “Time for cake!”

“Cake!” Ella dashed towards the house, the blue ribbons Ryan had tied in her pigtails earlier fluttering behind her as she ran.

“Be careful!” Brendon called out dutifully and it earned him a kiss on the cheek from Spencer.

“You guys got cake?” Jon asked before handing Ross's carrier to Ryan so he could carry Jacob and his camera.

“Awesome cake,” Brendon said confidently.

“Ten tiers with hot fudge in the middle?”

Brendon and Spencer shared a smirk before Spencer admitted, “It's ice cream cake.”

“Ice cream cake?” Ryan's voice was high in disbelief.

“Silly Ryan, you thought this was a wedding,” Jon said. “It's actually a bowling alley birthday party.”

“Shut up Jon Walker, ice cream cake rules,” Brendon said, actually sounding insulted.

Ryan sighed. “Does it at least have your names on it?”

Spencer said loftily, “We discussed that at length.”

“And in the end,” Brendon continued. “We decided having our names on it would ruin the pleasant aesthetic of the smooth surface of Fudgie the Whale.”

“Oh my god you're kidding,” Ryan babbled. “Please tell me you're kidding.”

The group of adults reached the door only for it open and Ella to hang out of it babbling excitedly, “Ice cream cake! Ice cream cake!”

“Oh god they're not kidding,” Ryan muttered.

“Come on,” Jon said with a sigh and took Ryan inside, a happy Ella leading the way.

Brendon made to walk inside but Spencer stopped, pulling him back with a gentle tug. Brendon looked at Spencer expectantly and Spencer suddenly found it hard to breathe. He thought he had said everything he wanted to in the vows, but now he wanted to say more. To thank Brendon, for having kids with him, for putting the soda in the fridge, for buying paper towels without having to be asked, for singing to Ella every night and letting Spencer listen in...the list was too long for Spencer to simplify into only a few words beyond what he eventually let himself say; “I love you.”

It seemed to be enough for now, though. Brendon grinned and brought their linked hands up so he could kiss the back of Spencer's hand. “I love you too,” he murmured. “Now come on. I want to smush some Fudgie the Whale in your face.”






I don't even know. Next up: Baseball AU! Watch now I've jinxed myself and it'll never get posted...lol