A Little Bit Of Happy Ch. 4

Tommy's POV:

"Thomas. Joseph. Ratliff. Calm. The fuck. Down," said Adam. We were in the hospital parking lot in Adam's car. I was shaking with nerves and clutching my almost empty cup of coffee ice cream like a life preserver. "It's been 10 minutes. The appointment is in 3 minutes," he said exasperatedly.
"But..."
"But what?"
"But... its scary."
"I'll hold your hand the entire time."
"It's still scary."
"So are your favorite movies. Lets go." Flicking his hood up, he opened his door and walked around to my side to open mine. He stood to the side and looked at me expectantly. I poked my head out first, looking for anyone that might recognize us. I scooted around and carefully put a foot on the ground, as if it might collapse any minute. I put the other foot on the ground. I put them back in the car and looked at Adam pleadingly.
"I... can't do it."
"Tommy, if you don't get out of the car right now, I'm not paying for anymore ice cream."
I got out of the car.
"Now was that really so hard?" I nodded.

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"Hi, we're here for an ultrasound," Adam said to the nurse at the front desk. She looked at him for a moment.
"You are?" she said.
"Yeah. It's in the system."
"Under Adam Lambert?"
"Yeah." She typed his name into her computer and her eyes widened.
"Oh! Ok. Right this way." We followed her down a few hallways and into a small waiting room. I sat down on the pinkish couch and Adam leaned on the arm next to me. Luckily, there was only one other person in the room, and she had her head buried in a magazine. I could see her large bump beneath the pages. She glanced up when Adam shuffled his feet, and did a double take.
"Are you--? No, never mind, he wouldn't be here," she said, with a little laugh toward the end. "Sorry."
"No it's fine," he replied. I pinched him: the girl--who I now noticed was in her early 20s--stared at him with wide eyes. Any Glambert would recognize his voice. I tried to shrink in my hoodie.
"You are! Omigod I--" He put a finger to his lips urgently.
"Yes, I am. I would love to talk, but right now I'm trying to stay on the down low," he whispered.
"Ohhhh, ok. But can I get a picture, please?" she whispered back, blushing.
"Sure." He smiled kindly at her and went to sit next to her. She pulled out a phone and snapped the picture.
"Hey, if its ok, could you wait till later to tweet that or whatever?" he said apologetically.
"Totally! Of course! But if you don't mind my asking, why are you here?"
"Tommy and I are visiting a friend. She just had a baby and we wanted to see her," he lied smoothly.
"Tommy Joe?" She looked over at me in surprise. I waved.
"Hi."
She was about to say something else when another nurse came in.
"Mr. Lambert and Mr. Ratliff? Would you please follow me?"
"Bye," he told her. She waved as he helped me up.
The nurse led us to an empty room with a bunch of machinery in it. "Uh..." he hesitated for a second. "Mr. Ratliff, you can put this on. The doctor will be here soon," he said smiling, and left.
"See, Tommy, this isn't bad at all." Adam poked my shoulder.
"Th-th-th-thats what you think!" I said. I was shaking even more now. Adam picked up the paper hospital gown the nurse had left and shook it out. I raised my eyebrows at it. He smirked.
"Here, I'll style it if you put it on."
"K." I stripped down to my underwear, my hands automatically went to my bump. I slipped into the paper gown and Adam wrapped it around me like a Kimono and tied it in a nice bow in the front. He creased the neckline nicely and rolled the sleeves once.
"There." He stepped back to admire his work. I twirled a few times on a whim, giggling at my childishness. I stopped mid-spin when the door opened and a tall woman walked in. I started to blush and tried to stand normally, but wobbled a little.
"Hi," she said in a surprisingly high girlish voice that didn't match her height and strong features at all. "I'm Dr. Lucinda Byres. You must be Thomas Joseph? Or do you prefer something else?"
"Uh, just Tommy," I mumbled.
"Alright, Tommy. And you're Adam?"
"Yep. Nice to meet you," he said charmingly.
"Nice to meet you too. If you'll forgive me, may I just say my niece loves you, and could I get an autograph for her?" she smiled sheepishly.
"Sure! Do you have some paper?" She handed him a piece of blank paper.
"Her name is Melanie."
"Dear... Melanie... You... Rock... And... Never... Let... Anyone... Tell... You... Otherwise... Love... Adam... Lambert." He signed with a flourish.
"Thank you so much! She'll be so happy." Dr. Byres beamed. "Alright, now down to business. Tommy, do you know why you're pregnant?"
"Because we didn't use protection," I muttered, expecting a condom lecture. She laughed.
"Yes, but that's not what I meant. I meant why you can get pregnant, and did."
"Nope." I really had no idea. At all.
"Well, I checked your birth certificate. Have you ever taken a close look at it?"
"No..." Should I have?
"Well, it seems that you were born with male genitalia on the outside, but you also have a functional uterus and two ovaries. You have a birth canal, but it was very unlikely you would get pregnant on the off chance you would end up with a male partner. It's a bit of a risky surgery, so your parents chose to just leave them there," she explained.
All that information left me speechless. It was Adam who spoke first.
"So... his... erm... uterus is connected to his... y'know?" I blushed. Its not my fault I'm not a top.
"Actually, it's not. Some just got in through the birth canal."
"Oh."
I broke out of my trance with a start.
"WHY DID MY PARENTS NOT TELL ME THIS?!" I cried.
"Because they assumed you would end up straight, and then you wouldn't have to worry about it."
I could think of no good comeback to this. "...Right. Ok. But why don't I have boobs then?"
"Because you don't have milk ducts, so there's no need to store more than a tiny bit of fat there. And I'm sure you've noticed that most boys don't menstruate."
"What? My mom said everybody did!" I said shocked. Adam looked at me questioningly. "And I... oh. I missed sex ed class every time it came up."
"See?" I nodded. "Now that we have that out of the way, do you want to see your baby?"
This was it.
"Yes."
"Alright, lay down over here. Sorry, but we have to take your wonderful gown off." I took off the gown, suddenly confident and steady. Adam took his creation and laid it carefully on a chair. I laid down on the hospital bed and waited for Dr. Byers to get the stuff she needed. Adam slid his ever so slightly shaking hand into mine. Now he was the nervous one. I looked up at him with a smile.
"Its ok, Babyboy. Don't be nervous," I whispered reassuringly.
"It's just... what's it gonna be? A boy or a girl?" he murmured.
"Dunno. But if it's a boy, I wanna name him Adam. My little Adam Junior," I smiled. "AJ."
"What about if it's a girl?"
"I haven't thought about that yet..."
"Thats ok, we have time. Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered.
"Not as much as I love you," I replied.
"Wrong. I love you infinitely."
"I love you more than infinity." He leaned down to kiss me, but just as his lips brushed mine, the doctor cleared her throat. He shot upright, arms rigid by his side, blushing.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"Thats alright." She smiled knowingly. "So here's how it's gonna work. I'm going to put this--" she held up a plastic bottle "--on your stomach. It's not toxic or medicated or anything, it's just to help the ultrasound work. Afterward, we'll look at the picture and see what we can see."
She popped the lid of the bottle and poured some goop into her hand. I yelped when she put it on my belly.
"EEP it's cold!" I squeaked.
"Yep." She continued to smear it on my bump as evenly as possible. She flicked a switch on a machine and the screen in front of me lit up. I saw a slightly fuzzy picture. "Well no wonder your bump is so small after three months! Your uterus is tiny," she remarked. she was right: the bubble she indicated was very small compared to the size of a normal one. I could now see two smaller bubbles smashed against the sides.
"What are those?" I asked, pointing and making the picture shift a little.
"Ovaries. Normally, they're more spread out, but your hips are so small that your female system is a bit smushed together."
Then I gasped at the same time as Adam. The picture had just sharpened dramatically and revealed what was obviously a baby curled up in a ball. I instantly felt a rush of warmth: that was my baby. My Adam Junior.
"There's its head." She pointed to the unproportionally large head on the baby, then indicated its arms and legs.
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Too soon to tell. If you come back in two months, we will most likely be able to determine it."
"Ok..."
I reached out to the picture as much as I could without disturbing the image.
Our little child. I loved it. So much.