Friendship

I thought I was crazy when the weird cravings started, and their were moring when all I wanted to do was vomit. Men are not suposed to concieve, but some how it has happened.
For a male it is a risky venture, as many things could go wrong, not that it does not occur in females. We lack the room for something to be inside of us, making it a lot more painful. I will not even go nine months.
Justin finds this whole incident oddly amusing. The kid has been quite supportive, and has stopped with the jokes. He told me to stop having sex with girls, because I'd get one of them pregnant, but I could not help it, and here I am. I've learned my lesson.
Justin cannot wait for the birth. He is a lot more girly, and motherly than I'll ever be. He is not gay, if you are wondering. He justhas higher levels of estrogen, and less of the guy ones. He dates females, and seems to really be on their level, because of it.
Him being the rich guy, I have allowed him to decorate this kid's room. He selected a moon and cloud type theme. I was expecting something pink. Sometimes that kid suprises me.
He knew from the mniute I told him I was expecting it was a girl inside of me. His eyes have been so blue lately.
Justin almost seems attracted to me, though he will not come out and admit it. We are trying to keep the truth about the baby under wraps. It would not be good for this to get out. Who knows what people will think!?
I am blessed to have him at my side. He is what all friends should be willing to always be there for others, even if it puts him at risk.

Another week has gone by. Justin is having bad headaches, and has been spending most his time in his masterbedroom. He gets these aweful headaches about once a month. I hear him singing softly.
The doctor thinks he may be feeling sympathy pains, since we are so close, but I am not buying it. I have not seen him this sick in forever. He threw up this morning, and it broke my heart to see him go through all this crud. If it is me, I'm very sorry for causing him this much pain.

Justin has had his ups and downs through this whole ordeal, but stayed by my side. He knows the baby will be arriving in a month or two. He has his head against my watermellon belly, as he sleeps, escaping his headache.
He is as precious as the baby inside. I cover him with his blanket, catching the dribble, as if he were a baby. The headaches causes it. Whatever is going on affects those muscles. Awake, it is harder to tell something is wrong.
His body is so still, moving him to the pillow, as his eyes open. He smiles like usual, before closing his blue eyes.

The birth of my daughter brings joy into both of our lives. Justin is silent with pain surging through his head, as I catch a tear slipping from his cheek. His features are tired and worn. I give him a little time with her, as his eyelids droop.
He holds her breathing softly into a mask. His breathing is picking up with his little angel here. His blue eyes are wide, and questioning. If she's his cure for good health she'll be with him each day.
A nurse is at his side monitoring his breathing, as a tube slides down his throat to ensure his airway is safe.
Watching a doctor pull away the covers, I get a glimpse of his tummy, which appears swollen. Doctors discover a fetus inside of him, during an ultrasound to better understand what is the matter with him.
His fetus is in an unusual position, causing Justin's aliments


The birth has changed my outlook on life. It shows just how precious it can be.
Justin is making slight improvements, and refuses to go to the hospital. He is groggy from the drugs, but coming out of his fog. The first words he uttered were about the baby. He had been asleep for a day and a half, before opening his eyes.

The baby loves him, even if he is tired all the time. Those two have a special connection. She's sleeping soundly in his arms, as he fights the drowsiness. I take her from his arms allowing him the sleep he needs, but Justin just smiles, holding her tight. I am suprised, how he never gives in. His soul is as strong as ever.
His expressive eyes dim, as he drifts away, the medication finally winning. He sleeps in the chair, and his eyes open knowing she is there.

Justin loves her as a father would. I grin from a distance watching then now. It couldn't get sweeter, if the faiths tried.
Tears trickle from my cheeks, knowing how once he was so weak. Now when I look in his eyes there is much more in his life.

He slurrs his words, and sometimes its hard to understand his reasoning. His eyes search for the baby, and I tell him what is going on. I explain to him that she is fine, and that him taking care of himself is very important.
He seldom thinks of himself. He's known to give back to everybody, but himself.