We've Got a Big Big Mess on Our Hands
"This is rediculous, Spencer."
"I don't find this the least bit rediculous. It's serious, Jon." Spencer sighed.
Jon paced the floor.
"Spencer, you are not pregnant." He reasoned.
Spencer gasped.
"Explain that to the doctors."
"A man cannot be pregnant. It's impossible!" Jon raved.
Spencer stared at the floor.
"They say it's a medical break through.." He muttered.
Spencer grabbed Jon's shaking hand, to try to stop him from pacing.
"Jon...please believe me." Spencer mumbled.
Jon stopped and looked down at Spencer's sitting form. He sat down and cupped Spencer's face in his palms.
"Spencer, if this is real, if this isn't fake. If I'm the father...look, even if I'm not, I'll be with you throughout the whole thing. I love you."
Jon pulled Spencer into a hug. He put his chin on Jon's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"I love you, too." He whispered.