Summary: Adultery is a crime in 17th century Boston, so is homosexuality. And Brendon and Ryan have taken it too far.
This is a mpreg but PG-13 and is also based on The Scarlet Letter
"Brendon?" Ryan asks, rolling his head to look over at Brendon who is leaning half way out the window. Brendon stands up, wiping a strand of saliva away from his mouth, "Are you okay? You've been throwing up every morning, just like a pregnant woman," Ryan knew about pregnant women; he'd had enough experiences with Keltie when she'd been pregnant.
Brendon's eyes widen as he runs over to Ryan and clasps his hand over the older boy's mouth, "Don't say such things! You know that Reverend Wentz says that having homosexual relations will birth the spawn of the devil!"
Ryan smiles wickedly through Brendon's hand; he's such a good, religious boy when it comes to certain things. He pulls Brendon's hand across his mouth, licking the tips of his fingers. A shiver runs down Brendon's spine as their lips press together and their tongues touch. They press their foreheads together, "When you kiss like that, I don't really care anymore."
"Good," Ryan says as he sits up, the sheet falling off his shoulders. The cold November air biting bitterly at his skin, the fire has long gone out and Ryan probably should get home to Keltie before she wakes up and realizes he's gone.
Brendon has other plans as he pushes Ryan back onto the hay stuffed mattress. From there it’s lips colliding and tongues pressing against each other. Brendon's hips are grinding into Ryan's and he's letting out sounds that could be compared to an animal's.
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The sun's rising now, and piercing Ryan's eyelids. He jumps out of bed, throwing his clothes, saying goodbye to Brendon, whose making something in a pot over his stove looking just like a woman. Ryan can swear to god that he's seeing a bit of a pot belly on Brendon. It really doesn't make sense, because he barely eats enough to survive.
Ryan fakes going to Brendon's house to give him some left over seeds for his small garden next year when Keltie asks. Zachary has already left for school and Patricia is playing with her doll on the floor. Keltie's fixing the vest that Brendon accidently ripped last week. But according to everybody else, he simply ripped it on a branch on the way home from the field.
Its winter and so Ryan has no work to do, and so he simply reflects on everything. Mostly Brendon. The boy's been gaining weight, and eating more. He's sick every morning, and sex every time Ryan's over. He can barely stand an hour without having to go to the bathroom. It's all slightly freaking Ryan out, but Brendon's probably just fucking with his head. He likes to do that.
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Ryan's sitting at Brendon's house, pretending to be in town at the store. They're sitting at his table when Brendon slips out the words, "Ryan, I'm pregnant," Ryan's sure he's heard wrong, or he's hallucinating.
Brendon simply nods, rubbing his stomach, which is even bigger now, "There was movement. I think he kicked me," Brendon says, grabbing Ryan's hand and placing it on his slight bulge of a stomach.
Ryan jerks his hand away when he feels movement, convinced that this isn't real. Brendon smiles at him in reply, rubbing his stomach affectionately, "I'm going to be a father, finally!" he says as he gets up.
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Ryan hasn't avoided Brendon for the past few weeks. He's been to Brendon's at least twice a week, to check on him. With both parents and his wife deceased, he had no other connections to people. He didn't want Brendon to think that he was going to abandon Brendon and his baby.
But when Ryan opens the door, he looks around, the place is deserted. The fire in the fireplace has long been out. The place is completely clean, nearly sparkling; only the dust collecting on the furniture. Everything else is completely untouched.
The only thing that's been touched or even moved is Brendon. He looks at the door when Ryan comes in, and he can see that his cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are red and puffy. His nose is leaking snot like a faucet on high. Ryan drops his bag containing the items he got in town as he runs to comfort Brendon.
"Somebody saw," Brendon chokes out, "the-they're going to tell the church. They'll come after me. Me, and then they'll throw me in jail. And then, I'll be killed."
Ryan can barely hear the last three words. The combination of Brendon's quiet voice and the way that the thoughts were screaming in Ryan's head was almost deafening; but he still notices how Brendon never says 'We'.
"I'll be there with you Bren. You won't suffer alone," Ryan says softly, kissing Brendon's forehead lightly, hoping to make him stop crying.
Brendon's breath hitched in his throat as he yelled out, "No! I don't want you to get hurt!"
Ryan rubbed Brendon's back sympathetically, no matter what Brendon did; he wouldn't let him take all the blame. He wouldn't let them hurt Brendon or their baby.
"Then let's leave," Ryan said softly. He didn't exactly understand his feelings, not even fifteen minutes ago, he was trying to convince himself that this wasn't true, and now he was ready to risk his entire life for it. He couldn't tell if he had kicked into fatherhood or if he had lost all sanity.
Brendon sniffled once, looking into Ryan's eyes, still clouded with sadness but in the back, he could make out a sparkle of hope. Brendon pressed their lips together slowly, before quickening the pace.
Ryan could feel himself fall back on the bed, moaning loudly as Brendon nipped at his neck.
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Ryan's used to this; he's walked this through the woods late at night countless times before. Brendon's not so used to it; he has one arm around Ryan's waist, the other on his belly; wrapping his arms around tight enough to burst both, Ryan and the baby. His ears hear everything in the forest, watching the shadows.
"Ryan," Brendon squeaks, scared half to death and clinging tighter to Ryan's shirt. Ryan's holding onto Brendon tightly with one arm, simply to reassure him. He held the bag holding their belongings in the other hand.
Ryan kisses Brendon's forehead lovingly, "It's okay. I'm here."
He left a simple note for Keltie back at his old home, "Goodbye Keltie. I know that I was supposed to love you, but I couldn't. I have left with Brendon, and I pray that we will never meet again. Please do take care of Zachary and Patricia."
They've travelled for nearly an hour before Brendon needs to sleep. He can't keep up with Ryan the way he used to. He leans against a tree, dragging Ryan down with him. He rests his head on Ryan's shoulder, deciding that Ryan makes the best pillow ever.
Ryan leans over and kisses Brendon's lips softly before falling into a slumber of his own.
****
The sun was shining when Ryan is shaken awake by Brendon. He makes a face and rubs his stomach quickly, "Jonathan's hungry," he says softly.
Ryan cocks an eyebrow at Brendon, "Jonathan?"
Brendon's eyes widen and he fumbles over his words, "Oh! I didn't mean to name him! It's not his permanent name, I just love the name Jon and I love him," Brendon says before the wind picks up and whistles loudly in the trees.
Ryan smiles, quickly kissing Brendon on the lips to silence him "I love it,” he tells Brendon, “I love it because you chose it," Ryan has to admit it's the sappiest thing he's ever said, but he means it.
Brendon smiles back at Ryan, before hearing his stomach rumble once again, "But Ryan, how are we going to survive? It's hard enough to feed one person out here, let alone three people!"
"I have an idea," Ryan says as he pulled Brendon into a standing position. He leads him through the forest, now much clearer with the sun.
They walk for not even fifteen minutes before they come to a small clearing. There's a small village on the edge, and Ryan smiles at the sight of it. Brendon can't think of any reason why he'd do that, but he trusts Ryan, so he follows along.
The village has tepees, obviously an Indian settlement. Brendon had never actually met any Indians before, and his stomach (and Jonathan's) was churning insanely. They were earning stares, not because of Brendon's stomach, but because they were white. Foreign.
Brendon began to pull back on Ryan's confident stride. Ryan looks at Brendon, seeing his scared expression before he realizes why he's holding back. Ryan squeezes his shoulder reassuringly, and Brendon still doesn’t move any faster.
Ryan decides that there's no other way, and he squeezes Brendon's side slightly. He watches Brendon contort in a giggle fit. Ryan drags Brendon along the rows of tepees before recognizing a certain one.
He lifts the flap open slightly before entering. He motions to Brendon, "My," Ryan freezes because he doesn't know what to call Brendon. They're not married and they're not engaged.
Brendon smiles as he grabs Ryan's hand, "Lover," he says simply. Ryan can't help but notice how happy Brendon seems to look.
The doctor nods, "I'm Patrick Stump," he reaches a hand over to shake Brendon's hand. Brendon can't help but notice how much they look alike, both foreign and both white, "Ryan's told me all about your situation. I've had experience with this once or twice before. Please trust me when I say that this is completely natural and you have nothing to be ashamed of."
Brendon finally understands exactly why he's here, and he simply smiles at Ryan as a thank you.
****
"Jonathan!" Brendon cries happily as the baby coos in his arms. He has a few strands of dark brown curls on his head. His eyes are a stunning shades honey-chocolate brown. It’s the perfect mixture of Ryan and Brendon's.
Ryan smiles at both of them, resting his head on Brendon's shoulder to look at Jonathan. He gently kisses Brendon's cheek, "We should call him Jon."
Brendon's smile widens further at the nickname, "I love it!"
Brendon's hand flutters to Ryan's own protruding stomach. Ryan covers Brendon's hand with his own, "How about the name Spencer?"
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