Title: Stereotypical

Rated: T (Teen)

Genre(s): Romance/Humor

Pair(s): Randy/Adam

Summary: One innocent question. Ten less-than-innocent answers. A hilarious recipe for disaster.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides the children. I also don't own the lyrics to the song. This story is not meant to offend anyone. It is merely meant for entertainment. If you do not like this story, please do not bash it.

Warning(s): Slash, Mpreg, Stereotypes, Foot-In-Mouth Disorder, Cross-Dressing

Part: 10/10 – Real Men Say 'I'm Sorry'

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Adam awoke around 9:30 AM, well-rested and elated for the new day. He slid out of Kimberly's twin-sized bed and almost took a tumble over Randy, who was still huddled on the floor. "Randy?"

The brunette lowered the blanket that he had used to hide his head, looking at the evil blond with narrowed blue eyes. It was obvious that, unlike the blond, he was not well-rested. "What?"

"You don't look too hot, babe." Adam smiled down at him. "You okay?"

Randy's face turned a rather impressive shade of red. "No, Adam. I'm not okay. My back and shoulder hurt like hell, I'm tired, and I have to go downstairs and make breakfast."

"Aww, I'm sorry you don't feel well, babe." But Randy could hear the hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Do you want me to make breakfast?"

Randy nodded slowly. "That would be nice. But, you know, I would also like to not have the house burn down. Seriously, if you're not on the bed spreading your legs, what are you good for?"

Adam's eyes widened considerably. Did Randy really think that? "You know what? I think that I'll take the kids to Denny's for breakfast. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

It took Randy a moment to realize what he had said, but when it sunk in, he rolled his eyes and tried to reach out to his husband. "Adam, you know that I didn't mean it like that."

The blond shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Ran. It's fine."

The brunette felt awful as he watched his husband storm out of the room, and he knew that it would be best if he didn't follow after him. A few minutes later, Randy could hear Adam start the SUV and drive off. Randy huffed dramatically and drew the blankets over his head. He felt like a total ass. However, Adam really should know better than to try and have a decent conversation with him at this hour. He wasn't even awake and he was in so much pain he could barely think. Randy didn't even know what he had said until it was too late.

He shifted on the floor until his body faced the bed, and he contemplated three hours of blissful sleep as his body tried to work the kinks out of his back. That would have been heaven. But he couldn't do that, because Adam meant more to him than that. Carefully, he stood. He could barely move his neck and his shoulders almost throbbed, but he continued to force himself to move forward. What could he do to make it up to his husband? And then, an idea struck him. He knew that he would have to work fast, however…

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Adam was absolutely heartbroken. His worst fear had come true. Randy only wanted him for sex and didn't really love him at all. The kids raced inside and went downstairs to watch TV for a little while before Adam made lunch, but when he made it to the upper level of their house, he found that all the lights had been turned off. Their best red silk table cloth had been placed on the table, and there were two candles lit in the center. Randy had made them lunch, which consisted of steak, seasoned carrots, and a bottle of Adam's favorite wine.

"What is this, Randy?" Adam asked softly, still in disbelief. Was all of this for him?

"This is my way of saying 'I'm sorry'. I never should have said that to you, Adam. I know that you deserve better, and you and I both know that that isn't how I feel." Randy said calmly.

"If that's not how you feel, then why did you say it?" Adam asked. Randy could hear how hurt Adam really was.

Randy was silent for a moment, before he said, "I think Kimberly summed it up perfectly when she said that I have 'head-in-butt disorder'. I can't think in the morning, Adam. I know that's not an excuse, but…"

Adam shook his head. "I never should have kicked you off of the bed. I'm sorry about that." Adam said softly. "Let's just enjoy lunch, okay?"

The two ate in a comfortable silence. The food was delicious, but Adam expected no less. Adam could tell that Randy was sincere in his feelings of regret for what he had said, and, the more that he thought about it, the more he realized that Randy didn't have much of a filter between his brain and his mouth in the early hours of the morning. And he really shouldn't have made the brunette sleep on the floor. When they finished their food, the two moved over to the couch. Adam sat on the couch and Randy on the floor between Adam's legs.

Adam slowly worked out the kinks in Randy's neck, making sure that he wasn't causing further harm to his husband. He leaned forward and kissed the man's bald head, trying to convey that he wasn't mad at Randy anymore and that they could move past this. Randy tilted his head back and their lips met in a breathtaking kiss. Slowly, Randy twisted around and climbed onto the couch so that he sat next to the blond. He pulled the taller blond onto his arms and they cuddled together.

"I love you, Addy." Randy said softly, cuddling his baby as close to him as possible.

Adam smiled up at him. "I love you too."

"Do you forgive me?" Randy asked.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I guess I do."

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A/N: That's all folks. Please Review!