(no subject) @ 06:35 am
Pairing: Adam/Gavin, duh.
Word Count: 2,501.
A/N: Fuck you, Tina, okay. SHE MADE ME DO THIS. You can never ever complain about ficathon again. This is just some weird ship we have, carry on if you aren't Tina. I also stayed up to write this and it gets obviously worse at the end, but LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Also pretend I'm married to Neil in this.
It’s a Saturday night, the night before Adam’s European tour, which means he’s spending it with Gavin at their small apartment in New York for the night. He’s reading, and Gavin is just watching him read, which is maybe a little dumb, but Adam bites his lip at a cliffhanger and smiles when a character does, and sometimes he makes this little gasping sound when appropriate, so it’s a little hard for Gavin to not want to watch. He’s maybe thinking about it in the back of his mind, but has no intention of bringing it up when the words leave his lips, “Let’s adopt.”
Adam puts his book upside down on his legs, turning his head to look at Gavin, and before he even has a chance to raise his eyebrows Gavin sits up, red and stuttering. “I mean, or surrogate. Or, um. I wasn’t going to--”
Adam looks straight at him, grey eyes locking with Gavin’s brown. “No, let’s adopt, I like that better,” he says swiftly, like the discussion had been brought about in a logical manner, and picks his book back up. “I mean after tour, duh, but we can get paperwork started whenever,” he adds, shrugging a little.
Gavin gapes for a second before pushing himself all the way up, snatching Adam’s book out of his hand. “What? What the fuck, don’t justify my fucking word vomit with your nonchalant—what the fuck,” he stutters through what’s maybe a smile. Adam kind of smirks and kind of frowns, Gavin isn’t really sure.
“Well, you said it,” he says and there’s definitely a little bit of a frown. “Did you mean it?”
“Well, yeah, but--”
“Different coasts, tour, blah blah,” he waves his hand like that’s all nothing. I’ll be back in a few months, you’ll be out of the show by then, I can take a break from recording, we can move your shit to my place in LA, why the hell not?”
Gavin stares at Adam for a second, traces his freckles with his eyes, waits for a chuckle and a “sike” but that doesn’t happen. He feels himself grinning a little, cheeks red for a different reason. “You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”
“Yep,” is all Adam says, grinning as widely as Gavin is now. Gavin leans over and kisses him, and they have sex that isn’t about saying goodbye anymore, it’s about starting something new, and when Adam leaves for London the next morning, there’s something fresh and permanent keeping them together when they’re oceans apart.
It’s a pain in the ass doing this over the phone, but they are, at four fucking AM Gavin’s time, because Adam’s on another continent and they have to submit the paper work by Tuesday. Somewhere in the middle of trying to average multi-million dollar record sales, Adam stops abruptly, pauses for a moment and says, “I think I want a girl.”
Gavin chuckles a little. “I don’t think we get to pick.”
“Well, no, I know that, and a boy is fine, but I think I want a girl,” he says resolutely. “You know, dress her up and shit.”
“Because you weren’t going to dress the boy up?” Gavin raises his eyebrows, jotting down something with six zeroes to satisfy the agency.
“Okay, point,” Adam concedes. He sighs a little dreamily. “You know, it’s fucking beautiful here, Gav. And the crowds are fucking wild, I don’t think they know what I’m saying, but they’re wild, and I’m so lucky to get to do this tour, but I keep stopping in the middle or an interview or at a strip mall or whatever and thinking shit like I want to name her after my mom and what the fuck, you know? That’s not me at all, but I think it could be, I think it will be, and—I know you’re falling asleep, baby, all I’m trying to say is I’m excited. And thank you for doing the paperwork.”
Gavin smiles, and yeah, he’s definitely falling asleep, but he’s awake enough to know what Adam just said. “Me too,” he says quietly. “But you know my mom would kill me if we named it after yours.” Adam laughs and it wakes Gavin up a little bit, gives him a jolt of Adam’s copious energy.
“We can talk about that another time. You should get some sleep, I’ll try to talk to you tomorrow,” he says gently, and Gavin nods like Adam can see him. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he mumbles, hanging the phone up and turning back to the paperwork Adam hadn’t helped him with.
The call comes in the middle of the second act, so Gavin is somewhere between a punchline and bawling his eyes out on stage, if he estimates later. He goes back to his dressing room after curtain call to change out of costume and collect himself, and he notices a piece of lime green paper in Alice the stage manager’s handwriting, The agency called- approved, call Elaine is all it says and he’s never thought this in his life but fuck the stagedoor. He calls Elaine and listens while she goes on a tangent. He gets what he needs to out of it: Girl, pregnant, due in October, open adoption, gender scan next week, come into the office Tuesday. He probably doesn’t even say goodbye when he hangs up and hit’s Adam’s speed dial.
It’s two in the morning where Adam is, but he rolls over and picks up the phone. “Gav?” he mumbles into the receiver, voice hoarse. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s great,” he says enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, I know you’re asleep, I know I should let your rest, but Adam, Elaine called.” Adam shoots up in bed a little and Gavin can feel it from the other side of the world.
“What’d she say?” he asks, using his voice a little more than he should be and not giving a fuck.
“We got a baby,” Gavin says. “She’s, um. She’s due in late October, she’s finding out the gender next week, she lives in LA, it’s…it’s all set.”
“Oh God not a Scorpio,” Adam groans a little, then smiles and shakes his head. “Whatever, that’s fine, we can have a Scorpio. Oh my God.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Gavin laughs a little. “Yeah. Yeah. I know. I have to go into the agency tomorrow and sign something, I’ll fax you your copy, but…we got a baby,” he murmurs, a little giddy, a little teary, and a lot wishing Adam was there to kiss.
“God, I love you,” Adam mumbles sleepily. “I miss you. Wanna hug you.”
Gavin smiles a little to himself. “You too, baby. Get some sleep, okay? Call me when you get a chance.”
“Kay,” Adam murmurs, flipping his phone shut and Gavin picks the note up, shoving it into his pocket and leaving the theater.
Three weeks and one very definitive gender scan later and Adam is home on his two week break, which means Gavin took a week’s vacation from the show to spend in California. It’s not a real holiday but they have Adam’s family over for dinner because Adam refused to tell them over the phone where he couldn’t see Neil’s face. They’re having nice dinner conversation, Leila talking to Adam about some throw pillow, Neil and Eber going on about some bill while Gavin looks on, enthralled and amused by their antics. When Leila’s done, Adam glances at Gavin and clears his throat. “Um, guys,” he says. “Guys,” a little louder. “Neil, Dad, shut the fuck up, we have something to say.”
“Sorry,” Eber says, throwing his hands up. “What?”
Adam looks what Gavin would call nervous if he didn’t know better, and he laces their fingers together under the table. “Um. After the tour is over and Gavin leaves the show, he’s going to move out here, right?”
Neil squints his eyes a little. “Okay. Wow, that was so much more important than immigration laws.” Leila smacks him and smiles at Adam so he knows to keep talking.
“We’re adopting a baby,” he blurts. “It’s all set already, it’s a girl, she’s due in late October.” Neil gapes for a second, Leila tears up a little, and Eber smiles. Gavin isn’t sure who to look at so he squeezes Adam’s hand under the table.
“Oh my God,” Leila says first. “Adam, honey. That’s…you’re going to take a break and be with the baby, right?” Adam rolls his eyes.
“Yes, Mom,” he says, gently pulling his hand away from Gavin, opening his arms and letting her hug him tightly. “Dad?” he asks, looking up at Eber as she pulls away and goes to hug Gavin, quickly launching into a discussion about nurseries and something called a boppy. Eber extends his arms, hugging Adam quickly.
“That’s great, just try to not to screw her up too much, eh?” he laughs and Adam rolls his eyes again. He glances at Neil tentatively, not really sure how he’s react.
He stares at Adam for another second before giving up and smiling widely. “I’ll be the best creepy uncle that kid has ever had,” he says resolutely and pats Adam on the back, groaning when Adam pulls him into a full blown hug.
“I knew I could count on you for that.”
Neil and Eber have to get to their respective homes about an hour after dinner, but Leila spends the night, staying up until midnight helping Gavin do the dishes and talking about the baby, spewing advice they’ll need and won’t and will hear again a thousand times, while he smiles and nods and yells at Adam to stop dripping his ice cream on the carpet. Leila tells him he sounds like a father already and he grins, blinking back a few tears.
Gavin is really beginning to question whether he should have let Adam decorate the nursery. The house should have been a dead giveaway, the multicolored walls and animals prints and there was a disco ball in the bathroom, but no, he’d let Adam have his fun.
And now there was a crib in the shape of a unicorn in the middle of the nursery.
“Little girls like unicorns!” Adam protested. “And look!” He squeezed the horn. “It’s soft so she can’t poke her eyes out or anything.” Gavin wants to laugh and throw the damn thing out and get a nice cherry crib with some pastel bedding, but that was never going to happen, this was Adam Lambert’s kid.
“Okay, okay,” he concedes, throwing his hands up and backing out of the nursery.
He decides it’s best to not go in until two weeks later when Adam proclaims it’s done and okay, this is nice, he has to admit. There’s still a fucking unicorn in the middle of the room, but that painter friend of Adam’s had some in and there’s a forest painted on the wall, complete with fairies in the trees. Adam grins, pointing out the nuances of the furniture and where her name was carved into the wall opposite the crib. Gavin smiles and wraps his arms around Adam from behind, stopping him in the middle of a sentence about the rocking chair, which is possibly the only normal looking part of the room. He kisses the back of Adam’s head, then rests his chin on his bare shoulder. “Our baby’s gonna live here in a month,” he says quietly. Adam grins and turns his head to look at him, nodding slightly. “Is that weird?”
“God, yes,” he murmurs and kisses Gavin quickly.
Of course she goes into labor on Halloween, so of course Leila, Eber, Neil, Amy, Alisan, Danielle, Kris, and the one of Gavin’s sisters who has already flown in sit in the waiting room in varying levels of make up and outrageous outfits, making small talk, watching the clock anxiously. When Adam walks through the door around 11:48, Leila and Danielle stand up automatically, followed by most everyone else- he and Gavin managed to change out of their costumes, but there’s some residual makeup tucked into the creases on his face. “It’s a girl,” he confirms, smiling widely at the applause he’s met with. “Gavin’s with her now, she’s fine and healthy and everything.”
“How big is she?” Leila asks automatically.
“Um. Seven pounds and something ounces, I don’t remember, I can check,” he rambles, a little flustered and his cheeks kind of hurt from smiling and there are all these people here and oh look, paparazzi outside the window. Before he has the chance to give a shit, allt he girls and Kris had piled themselves onto him, talking over each other and hugging each other and crying.
“Can you finally tell us her fucking name?” Neil cuts in from the side, smiling despite himself.
Adam smiles a little, glancing at his mother. “Lila Roxanne. I pushed for Leila, but that’s as close as we got.” Everyone “aw”s, except Leila who wipes at her eyes furtively.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she says quietly.
Adam shrugs. “Wanted to,” he says simply, pulling her into a tighter hug, kissing the top of her head. Alisan waits a moment before shoving him lightly.
“Look, Lambert, I didn’t come here to see you, I came here to see the kid,” she says playfully, garnering nods of agreement from Neil, Danielle, and Kris.
“Yeah, yeah, hold the fuck on,” he mumbles, walking back through the double doors to get Gavin and Lila.
They bring her home three days later, as well as Leila, who’s staying for at least a week to help out. It’s going pretty well: feed her, change her put her down for a nap, lather, rinse, repeat. Around eleven, though, Leila goes to sleep in an entirely different part of the house and the boys are left alone with Lila. And by now it’s two in the morning, and she’s finally asleep after attempts at everything imaginable. Apparently, all she wanted was to not sleep alone in her unicorn bed, because now that she was settled between Gavin and Adam, she was out like a light. “I’m going to crush her,” Adam said seriously as soon as he turned the lights out.
“You aren’t, s’fine,” he murmured, settling under the covers tiredly.
“Then get the fuck out, we’ll sleep.” Adam pouted in the darkness. Gavin sighed, sitting up. “It’s fine, just lay down on your side,” he said quietly, listening to the sheets ruffle as Adam obeyed. “See? You’re like a foot from her. Just get some sleep while she does.”
“Yeah, okay,” Adam mumbled, voice still a little nervous. Gavin settled back against his pillows, propping himself on his elbow to make out the outline of Adam and Lila in the darkness, watching their chests rise and fall in unison, feeling ridiculously grateful for his inability to control what came out of his mouth.