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So I was listening to podfic for my college verse last week, and I wanted to write a timestamp! And then I forgot about it for a while, but here it is!

Someday I Want to Adopt an Asian Baby With You
Hit Send timestamp, about six years down the road. Bad days happen. 840 words, for enablelove ♥


"Do you ever feel like you're living in a Police song?" Jared asks as he toes off his shoes.

There's a pause. "You do usually stand way too close to me. No concept of personal space," Jensen says from the kitchen. "But I'm guessing you're thinking more along the lines of high school girls crushing on you."

"This is why you are the best husband," says Jared, and he still gets a little thrill when he says it. Husband. "Because you understand exactly what Police song I mean."

"Everything you do also turns me on," Jensen says. "Just FYI."

Jared goes into the kitchen and is surprised to see how exhausted Jensen looks. "What's wrong with you?" he asks.

Jensen waves his hand dismissively. "I'll tell you in a minute. You can go first."

"Just the usual. Once the GSA starts up again everyone will get the gay rumors out and Danny'll confirm that I definitely like dudes, but first week of school? Lots of hopeful freshman asking for 'after school help.'" He makes fingerquotes, and Jensen rolls his eyes.

"This is what you get for moving to high school," says Jensen. "Hormones." He grabs a can of tomato sauce out of the fridge and dumps it in a bowl to nuke. Jensen has this thing about cold tomato sauce. "That bad?"

"It's just--weird. I mean. I wear a wedding ring, right? That's not subtle."

"You're probably their first crush," Jensen points out. "You're safe, you're hot, and you care about them. They don't really want anything to happen."

"Amy Jackson does," Jared retorts. Amy's a senior now, and still hoping she can turn him.

"And I'll be heartbroken when you dump me for her," says Jensen.

"Hey, I'm not the one in this relationship with a history of going for high school kids."

"Jerk," says Jensen mildly.

Jared wraps his arms around Jensen's waist and rests his chin on Jensen's shoulder. "So what happened to you?"

"HR called me in. There was a complaint," says Jensen.

"What?" asks Jared. "Why? What happened?"

"This guy, last week, came in for an appointment and then switched over to Lee. I never asked why, but--apparently he saw our wedding picture and was deeply offended. Didn't want a queer getting all turned on working on him." Jensen snorts. "Like he was such a fucking catch."

Jared gives Jensen a squeeze. "Shit. Seriously?"

"Seriously. Rachel--that's our HR rep--she was really nice about it, said it wasn't any different to her from women preferring a female gyno or whatever. It's just--sucks to hear."

"Yeah, no," says Jared. "God, I'm sorry."

"You get it way worse than I do," Jensen notes.

Jared has been accused, a few times, of corrupting the youth. The school's always been good about it--he's never crossed any lines--but it still sucks every time.

"Anyway," says Jensen. "Just--kind of ruins your day, you know?"

"I know. Want me to finish the pasta?"

"Sure." Jensen twists around, kisses him quickly, and then goes over to the fridge. "Want a beer?"

"God yes," says Jared, and Jensen grins.

They eat quickly and then move to the couch with new beers. It's Friday, no work in the morning and Jared can ignore his grading for now. They curl up together and watch some lame movie, and Jared lets himself be happy for a minute.

Then he says, "Hey."

"Hey?"

"I was just--if you'd known I was seventeen, would you have taken me home with you?"

Jensen gives him this look, like, why are we discussing ancient history? but Jared doesn't back down.

"Uh," says Jensen. He looks confused, like it's never occurred to him. "I guess not."

Jared nods. "Yeah. I figured. I was just--you know. I can't really think about--kids."

"Clearly," says Jensen. "But I was a lot younger than you are now. And not a teacher. And drunk. I would definitely not be into kids."

"Yeah, I know. I just--" he laughs. "I was thinking how much my life would suck if you'd known."

"You would've still been in my class," says Jensen.

"And I would've been too chickenshit to talk to you. And I probably would've switched classes, and then--"

"And yet, you didn't, and I did hook up with you, and now we're married," says Jensen. "So this is a pretty dumb hypothetical exercise."

"Maybe I just want to take stock of how lucky I am. Asswipe."

Jensen snorts. "Shut up and watch this."

Jared obeys for all of ten minutes, and then he pokes Jensen in the ribs. "We should have a baby."

"We keep trying," Jensen says mildly, "but you're still not pregnant."

"I meant adopt."

Jensen looks up at him, surprised. "Seriously?"

Jared shrugs. "It takes a while. I was thinking we could get started. It'll take a while to make us look like responsible adults."

"Why now?" asks Jensen. It doesn't sound like no. It just sounds curious.

"I'm not getting any younger," says Jared. "Also, I love you. And shit."

Jensen grins. "You're so romantic. I'm swooning."

"You want me to give you a bouquet that says 'let's adopt!'? Because I will."

Jensen kisses him. "Find an e-card and I'm sold."