|blair_bla (blair_bla) wrote in mpreg,|
@ 2011-05-16 08:46:00
Ghost Hunters fic "What...?"
Pairing: Jason/Grant (Ghost Hunters)
Word count: 350 (drabble)
Warning: MPREG…I guess…sort of. I don't have a beta, so spelling and grammar may be bad.
Summery: Grant has weird dreams.
Disclaimer: Yeah, cause Grant totally has Jay’s babies…no really.
Notes: I have no idea why I wrote this. It just happened! I suppose its a combination of reading WAY to much MPREG while also hosting a Ghost Hunters movie marathon. Anyway, I hope you like it (or don't, wither way its being posted).
Grant looked up from the book he was reading and smiled at the sight in front of him.
The 5 year old skipped into the living room wearing one of Jason's hoodies, a EMF detector clutched in on hand and a flashlight in the other. He had obviously been playing Ghost Hunters with his daddy.
“Look! I’m just like Papa! ‘There is a spike in the EMF! Gwant, awe you getting this!?’” He lisped and giggled through the sentence.
Grant chuckled and held an arm out, affectionately rubbing the little boy’s head once he got close. Jay’s voice rumbled over him as he entered the room.
“Hey, do your impersonation of your Papa again, Oliver.”
Oliver jumped up and down in excitement and squeaked out his line
“What the fwig! What the fwig!”
Grant laughed and hugged him close.
“You got me down to perfectly. You’re such a little actor!”
Oliver giggled and scampered off to continue his ghost investigation of the hallway closet.
Jay knelt next to grants chair. He leaned in and gently kissed Grant, his arms wrapping around him, one hand settling on grants swollen belly, rubbing lovingly. A soft smile spread across his face as a tiny kick was felt.
“You think this ones gonna be a girl?”
Grant sat up with a yell, sweat trickled down his neck as he panted and looked around the room, one hand clenched to his flat belly.
Just a dream. It was just a dream
He sighed in relief and put his head in his hands. Beside him Jay rolled over to his side, mumbling in his sleep, a dopy grin on his face.
“…mm…c’mon, you like it. Heh heh…”
Grants eye twitched and he leaped up, grabbing Jason by the leg and dragging him to the hotel door and out into the hall.
Jay blinked in confusion, his mind still hazy with sleep.
“OUT! You are NEVER touching me again!”
Grant slammed the door in Jays face, leaving him blinking in the hallway in his boxers with no explanation