Thomas' POV

No... It can't be... But it is. I'm 16 and pregnant. This is a mistake. Surely this damn test I took is shitting me or I'm going crazy. But no... It's official. I'm having my boyfriend's baby. Just so you know, I'm not a girl, I'm a guy! What will Adam say? Adam's my boyfriend. We've been dating ever since I was a freshman and no one doesn't even know about our relationship.

I sigh as I hide the paper that practically spelled out my fate and go to sleep in hopes of forgetting what happened. What have I done? What did I do? Adam's gonna leave me. My parents are going to kick me out. My only friend will stop hanging out with me. I'm going to be kicked out of school.

I feel sick as I jump out of my bed and rush to the bathroom. My throat burns as everything I ate earlier comes back up. The bathroom door opens but I'm way too busy practically getting rid of my guts to look up. A soothing hand is on my back, rubbing it.

I look up to see Adam holding me with a gentle smile on his face. I smile against his lips when he kisses me. It may not say much, but it reminds me that no matter what, Adam still loves me. He hands me some water and an aspirin as he stares at me.

"What is it Adam?" I ask because being under his stare like that creeps the hell out of me.

"You've been sick for a while. Are you sure you're okay?" He says, kissing my cheek.

"Babe. I went to a doctor yesterday and they said that I'll get the results either today or at the end of the week. Until I know, it's probably just a stomach bug." Of course I lied about getting my results. I... I just don't know how to tell him about the baby. Will he be happy? Will he get upset and leave me?

"That may be, but you're my little Tommy and I want to make sure that you are okay. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn't there for you in your time if need?" Pulling out little lines from that anime, Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji).

"Not a very good one." He pulls me in for some more kissing then I hear a car pull up and car doors slam. I break our kiss and start to push him out of the bathroom.

"Mom and Dad are home. You have to leave." Perhaps I should explain the situation.

My parents are very religious. Mom teaches Sunday School for the kids at Church and Dad is one of the overly religious members. I remember one time when we were at a restaurant and when we found out our server was gay, Dad just got up and left while me and Mom stayed there. Sometimes I think my parents views on sexuality are different. Mom is accepting, but Dad is prejudiced. I'm not too sure so I have to keep it a secret from both of them.

No one at school would hang out with me because of how extreme my parents devotion could be. When it was my ninth birthday and Dad let me have a party, everything was religiously themed. None of the kids had a good time and they called me boring. Then there was the time Mom brought me cupcakes for my birthday to school when I was in second grade and they were shaped like crosses. No one talked to me for the rest of the year.

Still... My only friend was, and still is, a girl named Harriet. She's the only one who knows about me and Adam. When I told her about us, she took it surprisingly well considering she lives with her grandfather who happens to be one of the Church elders. Ever since then, me and Adam had decided to keep our relationship a secret. Which leads us to the part where I'm trying to fucking shove my boyfriend out of the window.

Adam gives me one more kiss and then leaves. I close the window and sink down the wall with my back on it. Great. Two months pregnant and already I have a lot of shit hanging over my head. Telling my parents, who I think are very homophobic, about how I'm gay and having a baby, then telling my baby's father who may want to break up with me is too much. I sigh as I get out of the bathroom and go downstairs to the living room to great my parents. Mom was getting out of her coat and Dad was putting his hat on a hook. How can I tell them? How?

"Hello Thomas. How has this day been treating you?" Dad greeted. I was brought out of my thoughts and looked at him.

"Very well Father. How have you been?"

"I have had an excellent day. Now go wash up son, your mother is about to make dinner." I nodded and went to the bathroom. I washed my mouth out to cover the scent of puke. Checking myself over so I look like it at dinner, I look good.

I go down the stairs in time to see Mom cooking dinner and Dad sitting there reading his newspaper while I go into the living room to watch TV. My parents are probably the stereotypical parents from 1920-1979. Or in other words, the perfectly uptight family. I switch the TV to an episode of Glee.

The episode gets to a scene with Kurt and Blaine talking when Dad comes in. Probably just to tell me that Mom was getting dinner ready. So anyways, Kurt and Blaine kissed then the TV suddenly turns off and I look at Dad, who is fuming.

"That is just a disgraceful thing they put on TV! Those little faggots are going to burn in Hell! God hates homosexuals and according to the Bible, it isn't allowed." Great. I started Dad on one of his rants. Should've considered what I was watching before I made a decision.

Before I could try to stop him, Mom called us for dinner. Dinner was supposed to be quiet family bonding time for us, but when my father starts his rants, it's a noisy affair. It took my mother ten minutes to get him to finally shut the fuck up. It's a good thing too because it was starting to hurt my feeling with everything he was saying.

I must have been shoveling food in my mouth left and right because my parents were staring at me. Well... This IS Adam's child and that guy is a fucking vacuum cleaner when it comes to food. Hopefully the baby won't inherit that trait from him. But then again I'm pregnant so I have to eat a lot to make sure the baby is healthy.

"What?" I ask with a mouth full of mashed potatoes. Some of it had flung to Dad's face because something landed of his face.

"First of all Thomas, don't talk with your mouth full. Second, how are you eating all that? We thought you were sick." Mom answers as I swallow my food down and stare at them.

"I suddenly feel a bit better. I went to the doctors yesterday and they said that I'll get my results either tomorrow or at the end of the week. Until I know what it really is, I'm just going with a stomach bug." They nodded then Dad decided to change the subject.

"So, I know you have been making friends with a boy. What was his name, Adam?" I nodded.

"Yes Father. He may be irritating at times and a bit inappropriate, but in the end he proves to be a good friend to me and Harriet." Dad nods and widens his eyes at the mention if my other friend.

"So, when are you and Harriet going to get together? You two have been great friends so it is only suitable that you date. Not to mention that she is turning into a lively young lady."

"Father, how many times must this be said? Harriet is just like a sister to me so for us to date would be like incest. Or maybe even a level of twincest." Dad chucked and the rest of the dinner was dinner, I went into my room and instantly laid down in the bed. What a crazy day. Finding out I was pregnant and my dad suggesting I marry someone who is practically a sister to me. Who should I tell first? I should tell Harriet. She'd tell me what to do.

THE NEXT DAY

Harriet came over and we sat him my basement. We were playing Mario Kart when she got serious.

"Okay Tommy-boy. Why did you really call me over here for?" Should I really tell her? She has been my friend forever... I suck it in and start to talk.

"You know how I've been getting really sick for the past two months?" She nods. "Well I finally went to the doctors like you've been begging me to and I got my results back yesterday."

"What did they say?"

"I... Well I-I-I..." Now or never. "I'm pregnant with Adam's baby." I opened my eyes, I wasn't even aware that I closed them. Harriet was staring at me. Just as I thought. She hates me. One person that's important to me lost, three more to go.

I started to get up but then Harriet hugged me. Finally, I let every tear I had no idea I was holding in just flow out. I don't feel lonely. There's someone who accepts men in my current situation, for now. After we finally let go, she starts to ask me questions like how far long I am or if anyone else knew.

"Calm down!"

"No I will not calm down! I'm going to be helping my best friend through child birth in a matter of months! Now answer my questions!"

"First of all I'm two months and right now, you are the only person who knows about my baby. I don't know how to tell Adam or my parents... How can I?" Harriet pats my shoulder.

"My advice is to talk with Adam and let him know that he's going to be a daddy. Besides, it would be entertaining to see the bad boy take up some responsibility as a father. Then tell your parents." I shook my head and started to feel more tears come to my eyes.

"You've seen my mother and father! They'll either kick me out with the baby and disown me or Dad will make me get an abortion and send me away to be 'cured' at some camp."

"We know about your father, but you don't know about your mother. She might be accepting and support you and Adam." As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. I had to tell Adam tomorrow. Then let my parents know. Tomorrow is going to be a HUGE fiasco... I need Harriet with me.

"I know that I should do this alone, but when I tell Adam and my parents, will you be there with me? You know, for moral support?" She nodded.

"Of course. What would you do without me?"

"I'd probably be panicking now and making plans to get out of town." I laughed and she lightly hit me on the shoulder.

"That is no laughing matter mister. Your little boy or girl is in their right now and the baby can probably hear you right now."

"I'm in my first trimester! The probability of this baby having ears now is unlikely." Harriet rolls her eyes and rubs my tummy.

"Don't listen to your Mommy little one. He's just still getting used to you being in there." I roll my eyes and grab my jar of nutella and start to eat. Tomorrow is going to be a complete mess... Oh well, maybe Adam loves me enough to stay.

2: Chapter 2

Thomas' POV

The next day, Harriet drove me to Adam's apartment. He lives alone because when he came out to his parents, they thought he may want his own place away from them so they wouldn't have to walk in on him fucking a guy. That and his grandmother lives with his parents and she's a bit feeble so it would probably do a number on her heart if she saw two guys kissing. I think his grandma is secretly one of those slash fangirls. But, in any case, his parents and grandmother are nice people. Way better than my family.

We stop in front of his place and I am beyond nervous. I'm petrified. Adam is the bad boy in school so the probability of him sticking around is a million in one chance. Plus he's a senior so after he graduates in two months, he would probably want freedom from responsibility for a while. Not as much responsibility a baby brings when its born. I start to silently panic, but Harriet holds my arm.

"You're going to be okay Tom. If Adam loves you, then he'll stay with you." I nod as we get out of the car and walk up to Adam's door. I get nervous as I knock on the door. I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this. I repeat the words in my head over again. I'm so nervous. I want to think happy thoughts but I can't as doubt creeps into my mind. I should go back.

The thought of going back is instantly crushed as the door opens and Adam is behind it wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He smiles at me and I smile back as he lets us inside. He gets me a glass of water and then sits down on the couch.

"So, what's happening?" I look at Harriet with uncertainty in my eyes. She nods and I turn back around to face Adam. He looks at me, green eyes filled with concern. I could almost start crying again.

Taking a deep breath and looking into those green eyes, I start to speak. "You know how I went to the doctor's a couple days ago?" He nods. "Well... I lied about getting my results. I really got them yesterday. Before you say anything, there is a reason why I did what I did..."

"What is it?" I swallowed a little lump in my throat and I try to fight back my tears. I can't hold it in anymore and I start to break down. Adam's hands are rubbing my back and he whispered in my ear.

"It's okay. Whatever you tell me, I will still love you and nothing will change that." That makes me cry harder. After a while I calmed down and looked at Adam again. I take another deep breath and look into his eyes.

"I'm two months pregnant. I couldn't figure out a way to tell you the other day because I was in shock. I couldn't believe that I have a little life growing inside of me. Our baby. It's completely understandable if you feel that this is too much responsibility for you and you aren't ready for this and don't want to stay with me. I thought I'd let you know that you're gonna be a father soon." I finish and I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. A major weight was lifted off of my shoulders and I felt great, but he's just looking at me.

After a while, he still doesn't say anything. I knew it. He hates me. I feel fresh tears start to sting my eyes as I start to walk out. As I reach the door, I take one last look at Adam and walk out. The moment I'm alone in the car, I start to cry.

I'm alone. I'm alone in raising this child. The father clearly doesn't want to help me and my parents won't want me around after they hear that I'm gay and expecting a child. I can't stay with Harriet because of her grandfather. I'm going to have to go to a homeless shelter and live off what they have to offer.

When this baby is born, I'm going to have to live in constant reminder of a broken promise. A person promised to love me forever. The same person promised to stay by my side. Look where that got me. Maybe I should put the baby up for adoption. At least that way, the baby will have an even better life than what I can offer. Yeah. That's what I'll do. We can have another baby later... if Adam decides to be with me.

A tap on the window catches my attention and I see Adam's all too familiar face and hair. Jet black hair in its usual mess. Green eyes with a sincere look. His lips curled into a little smile. I guess he wants me to get his rejection face to face. I get out of the car and Adam picks me up bridal style.

When we get back inside his apartment he sets me down on the couch. We stare into each other's eyes as he sighs and runs a hand through his hand through his hair.

"So, you're pregnant with my kid?" I nodded and bit my lip ready for the rejection. I'm sure I've said this half a billion times, but Adam is a bad boy. That stereotypically means that he'll leave me because he doesn't want to raise a baby with me.

Adam starts to laugh and I look at him. I've seen this kind of situation with a couple of the girls at school. A guy laughs when he hears the news of having a kid, but it's either the 'You really thought I'd leave you like this?' Kind of laugh and then they kiss and start to make plans for the future, but then there's the 'Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not being held down by a baby. Have a nice life without me!' Kind of laugh, in which the guy dumps the girl and said girl (or in my case, BOY) is left alone with a baby to take care of with no assurance of the future.

I start to cry. I know which laugh it is. He isn't sticking around for us, bastard. After all the times he told me he loved me he wants to turn around and leave me like this? Fine. I'm going to make sure he never sees me again. My fists ball up then I punch Adam.

He looks at me with a surprised look gracing his features as he puts a hand over his right eye. I start to shake as I let out all the tears I've been holding in.

"You bastard! I gave you the best two years of my life and this is how you want to treat me after hearing that your boyfriend, your SIXTEEN year old boyfriend, is having a baby! Just say it already! Say that you aren't ready for this and we can leave! Say the words! Just so you know, I'm going to be sorry for the next guy you manage to knock up! Go to Hell and burn!" I scream.

If he's gonna say it, then he should stop acting like a fucking pansy and say it already. My body shakes as I break down. Adam tries to comfort me but I smack his hands away from me.

"Don't fucking touch me. Why the hell were you laughing at me like you weren't going to stay?" Adam kisses me. I know what kind of kiss this is. The goodbye kiss. We break the kiss and a tear escapes my eye.

"Thomas, I love you. Did you really think I'd leave you alone when you needed me most? I'd be a major dick if I didn't help you finish what we started. I love you and," Adam does a sweet thing and kisses my tummy, "I'm going to love our baby too." He kisses me again. Disbelief clouds my mind and I growl.

"That is total bullshit! You're just telling me this so you can hurt me later! I know what you really meant and let me just say that I don't need you! I can raise this kid by m-" I start to yell then suddenly, my stomach starts to hurt but it's not the usual sickness I'd have. It's painful. The last thing I saw was Adam and Harriet rushing to help me before my vision turned into darkness.

Adam's POV

Thomas suddenly falls over and we start to panic. What the hell are we supposed to do? I keep trying to wake him up and Harriet is on the phone with 911. As soon as she gets off the phone, she rushes over to us.

"How's he doing?"

"I don't know. He isn't responding. When's an ambulance getting here?"

"In two minutes." I nod and start to panic though I don't show it. I love him so much. Thomas Miles... you can't die on me. Not with our unborn baby. I love you and I'll never let you go. I start to cry at the thought of losing my boyfriend and our baby. I only just found out about this kid and I already love it.

Paramedics came rushing through my door and took Thomas away on a stretcher. We follow the ambulance to the hospital and the whole time we were driving, I couldn't help but think about poor Thomas. My poor little Tommie.

When we get to the hospital, Tom is immediately rushed in and me and Harriet have to wait in the waiting room. I can't focus on anything as the clock ticks by. Every second is a minute. Every minute is an hour. Every hour is a day. I can't help but keep pacing the floor. This waiting is driving me mad.

"Where is my son?!" I hear a voice yell. Hopefully it isn't who I think it is. A man and woman came into the waiting room. The man had chocolate-brown eyes and brown hair while the woman had red hair and blue eyes. I stiffen up because those are Tom's parents.

"Getting mad won't help-" his mother started and tried to put her hands on his shoulder, but he smacked them away and glared at her.

"Why not? I want to know what is wrong with Thomas and no one is telling me anything!"

"Well at least sit down! Do you want to spike up your blood pressure again?" She asked. He sighed then they sat down in two empty spots across from me and Harriet. I can feel the stare of Mr. Miles on me as we're waiting.

"So." He says, "Do you have any idea why Thomas is in this facility?" I could tell him the truth but, of course, Tom had told me about his parents so all I could do was lie.

"I don't know, sir. We were just hanging out and then the next minute he collapsed." He looked me up and down like I was some criminal then turned his attention back to the clock.

About an hour passed when a doctor in green scrubs came into the waiting room. He walked towards the four of us and we all stood up and the doctor nodded at me. I knew the doctor because before I moved to this town, he was in this motorcycle gang and he threw the wildest parties. But then he went to med school for reasons I don't know and don't care to find out yet.

"So, how is Thomas?" Mrs. Miles asked. The doctor looked at the chart then back to us.

"Thomas is doing just fine Mr. and Mrs. Miles. And so is the baby." Their eyes widened and Mr. Miles growled as he asked,

"What baby? My SON isn't pregnant!" I mentally facepalm as I realize that Tom never told his parents. The doctor looks at me then I just put my hands up as a means of telling him, 'you're on your own pal.'

"Um... you must not have known about your son's pregnancy sir. We sent the results from the pregnancy test two days ago. I don't think he wanted to tell because he knew you'd be furious."

"FURIOUS IS FUCKING RIGHT! I DEMAND TO SEE MY SON NOW!" Mr. Miles furiously yells. I can tell he's downright pissed.

"Not until you calm down sir! Until you are perfectly calm, your wife and son's friends can only see him. Now have a seat and cool down otherwise I will have to ask you to vacate the premises." Mr. Miles was about to say something but then he shut himself up and sat down. We follow the doctor to Tom's room. Mrs. Miles rushes to him while Harriet walks in and I stay with my old friend.

"Is there anything wrong Adam?" I snort a little.

"You can cut the formal crap Jerry. I know you just do that for the show you can fool anyone, but you can't fool me." Jerry laughs as he takes off the cap and messes his hair up. Now there's Jerry.

"So, I take it that little Thomas Miles is your boyfriend and that you're the baby daddy?" He jokes.

"One, he's only two years younger and two, yes. I've been meaning to ask you, why did you become a doctor in this kind of thing?" He shrugged and sighed.

"I guess I wanted to see when the Bay City Bad Boy would slip up and knock someone up. And it happened. What the fuck happened to your eye?" I touch my eye and chuckle.

"He got mad at me when I laughed and punched me. What was wrong with Thomas?" Jerry looked at his chart again then cleared his throat.

"High blood pressure. He must have been stressed out by something and he also must have been yelling before he collapsed. Know anything about that?"

I sighed as I remembered him yelling. "Yeah. He was telling me about the baby. He got pissed 'cuz I laughed and he thought I was going to leave him later when I said I was gonna be there for him and the baby. Then he yelled at me some more and then he collapsed."

"So, you're actually staying with him?" I nodded, "All I gotta say is good luck man. Now go in there, I gotta feeling your little boy is gonna be waking up soon." I laugh and give him the finger before I walk in.

Harriet is comforting Mrs. Miles while she is saying 20 prayers a minute. I walk over to Thomas' bedside and pet his blond hair. I can't believe he thought I was going to leave him. I said I'd stick around forever and I meant it.

Mrs. Miles looks at me with her eyes filled in unshed tears. I can tell she's devastated.

"How long Adam?"

"How long what ma'am?"

"How long have you and my son been together?" She wiped her tears away as she looked at me. I could tell she wanted to cry more because her eyes held in unshed tears.

"We've been together for two years Mrs. Miles."

"What do you and Thomas do for each other?" I looked at him peacefully sleeping. What did we do for each other? I started to think of all the times we ever told each other 'I love you.' All the times we laughed. The times we cried. The times we kissed. The times we smiled at each other.

"We make each other laugh, we make each other feel like there's nothing else in this world that matters and we make each other happy. Most of all, we love each other because... we just do. Hard to explain sure, but it's the truth and we just click. If he isn't in my life, I don't know what I'd do without him. I'm going to stick around for him and this baby, even if he doesn't want me around." A small groaning noise was heard and we all looked down to see Thomas waking up.

Thomas' POV

I groaned a bit as I slowly opened my eyes. These damn lights are so bright. I wish they could die. I wake up to see my mother, Harriet, and Adam staring at me. I remember what happened. Flashbacks of yelling at Adam flood through my mind and a bitter taste is left in my mouth.

"So, why the hell are you still here Adam? I thought you would have just stayed at your apartment." I spat out. He stepped back a bit then returned to my side and grabbed my hand. I tried to take my hand back but he had a firm grip.

"Thomas Miles, I love you and I wouldn't be a very good boyfriend if I left you like this. We've been together for two years and I don't normally stay with someone for that long unless I'm absolutely crazy about them. Just thinking about you right now, it makes me remember that freshman I fell in love with when I first saw him."

I scoff. "If you are so crazy about me then why the hell did you laugh?"

"I think I said it before and I think I'll say it again, Thomas, I love you. Did you really think I'd leave you alone when you needed me most? I'd be a major dick if I didn't help you finish what we started. I love you and," Adam kisses my stomach again, "I'm going to love our baby too. I'm not going anywhere, even if you don't want me around." I chuckle and we kiss for a few moments before the sound of someone clearing their throat breaks us out of it.

My father was standing in the doorway with an angry expression on his face. He walks over to me and harshly slaps me. We all looked at him with stunned expressions as I hold my cheek in pain.

"You had better give me a good explanation about why that doctor said you were pregnant." He growls. I feel my heart beating at an incredible rate as I look into his eyes which have now gone cold. Taking a deep breath, I start to explain.

"I am pregnant because I have been going out with Adam for about two years now. I never said anything because I knew how you'd react. I'm so sorry for doing this to you and Mother. You both wanted me to marry a nice girl and have children that way but that isn't me. I'm not straight, I'm gay and I'm going to have a baby with someone I love."

"No!" Father yells, "You are supposed to like women not men! I will NOT have any of this living in my home! Make the decision, either get rid of that child and your brute then come home and be forgiven by God for your homosexual sins in re-baptism and a conversion camp, or you can choose to go to Hell by having this child and staying with that man!" I look from Dad to Mom and then to Adam. I can't choose the first option, I can't do that.

"I'm staying with Adam and having this baby." I say in a firm tone. Dad makes the move to slap me but he stops himself and walks away but before he walks out the door he says,

"I want your shit out of my house when you get out of here." Then he walked out. I should be crying now but I'm not. One of these days, it was bound to happen. I knew my father would act like this, but I didn't know that I'd be pregnant when he'd do this. I sigh as I look at my mother who is still there.

"Mom, why are you still here? Should you have walked out with Dad?" She shook her head and wiped some of my hair from my face.

"I'm a little disappointed in you for not telling me and having sex before marriage, but I'm not turning my back on you. When I was younger, me and my older sister were adopted by a nice couple because we had been taken away from our parents because they were abusing us. Anyways, I was about ten years old when my sister came out with her girlfriend. I was happy for my big sister, but the parents who adopted us weren't. The first thing our father at the time did was grab her girlfriend by the hair and threw her out the house and then he beat my sister. It turned out they were homophobic and were determined to "cure" her but she wouldn't budge.

"Their last resort was making her marry a man. She had tried to get out of it but she couldn't. The day they got married was the worst day of my life. He hated me and he abused my sister. Every time I'd see my sister after the wedding, she'd be skinnier, jittery, bruises here and there... she'd be a huge mess. The last time I saw my sister was in a hospital and she was on her death bed. I was your age when I last saw my sister. Her husband had found out about this little affair she was having with a woman and he was beating her to death until a neighbor had called the police. She told me to not be like the people who adopted us and if any of my children turned out gay... don't push them away. Then she died." I was crying by this point. I couldn't believe I had an aunt that was lesbian and she died because she was who she was.

"What happened to the man who killed her and what happened to the people who adopted you?"

"The man who killed her was taken to prison and the people who adopted me still let me stay in their home but when I was eighteen I moved out. I couldn't stand to live with the people who let that man kill my sister. One thing you happened to inherit from my dear sister was her blond hair and her kind smile and demeanor, now rest up son. You'll need it a lot and tell me when I become a grandmother." Then just like that, Mom walked out. I thought for sure that she'd react as bad as Dad did, but I was wrong. Oh well, at least I have one parent supporting me in this.

I looked at Adam who was staring at the door. I gently grab his arm and he snakes an arm around my shoulders.

"What were you thinking about?"

"I never realized how cool of a lady your mom was until now and I wonder what my parents and grandmother will think when we tell them." I chuckle at the thought of his grandmother. Seriously, she has to like slash because when I first met her I could have sworn when me and Adam were kissing she was taking pictures.

"I imagine your grandmother would get a major nosebleed." He chucked and then kissed my forehead and placed a hand on my tummy.

"We'll get through this together and have a happy family." Adam whispered before I fell asleep.

3: Chapter 3

Thomas' POV

Moving my things from my parent's house to Adam's was a bit emotional. I cried because I had been getting kicked out of my childhood home and Adam was being a fucking dumbass! He didn't know where the hell which box any of my stuff was supposed to go! Like what the hell! Anyways, we moved my things into his apartment and I'm kind of glad I don't have that much because if I had too much then it would be in a storage unit. Other than that, everything went fine.

Adam and Harriet were putting the last of my things into the apartment while me and my mother were saying goodbye. It must be tough for her to lose two LGBT family members. A sister that was abused to death by her male spouse and a son that got pregnant and kicked out of the house by her husband. Dad was still pissed at me so he didn't even want to look at me let alone talk to me.

"Mom, I'm gonna miss you. Promise me you'll visit?" Mom nodded with tears in her eyes.

"I will sweetheart. Now if you get confused about anything, remember that I'm only a phone call away." I nodded and Mom hugged me one more time before she left. I walked back into the apartment to see Adam sitting on the couch with a pocky stick in his mouth. Did I mention that my boyfriend is a bit of an anime otaku? He has a fucking obsession. I have a feeling that if we have a son he'll either want to name him Kiku or Sebastian or Alois or even Gohan! Or if we have a girl, Misa, Kagome, Yuuki, or even Konata!

I sit next to him on the couch and take a couple pocky sticks and he looks at me. I just poke my tounge out and eat some of his pocky.

"Your baby wanted pocky. If this child turns out to be an anime otaku, so help me God..." I started to threaten but Adam chuckled and kissed me.

"But you love me either way, right?" I let out a goofy smile and kissed him back. The phone rang and Adam had to get up to answer it.

"Hello?... Hey Mom, how's everyone? That's good, tell him I said to be careful, I know how they get when aggetated. How's grandma? Oh my gosh... Hey, remember my boyfriend Thomas? Yeah well we're coming over for dinner tomorrow night. OK, see you tomorrow." Then he got off the phone and took me by the waist and into his lap.

"Was that your mother on the phone?"

"Yea, we have dinner at my parent's place tomorrow. Be prepared to tell them."

"How are we going to tell them?" Adam shrugged then ran his hands through my hair.

"I don't know. How would 'Mom, Dad, Grandma, I knocked up my boyfriend' suffice?"

"Your mother would say 'I did NOT spoon feed apple sauce into that mouth!' Your father would say 'Oh shit.' then faint and your grandmother would get a nosebleed." I joked. Seriously, I think that's how it would go over. I chuckle and start to think of what will happen to me and Adam after the baby's born. I heard that babies can help strengthen the bond between two lovers but... there have been known times that during a pregnancy, the mother and father have been known to break up. Maybe even AFTER the baby's born. Adam pulled me into a little hug and kissed my forehead.

"It's going to be okay. I'll stay around for you and our kid. We'll pull through these next few months together." He whispered in my ear.

"Adam, babe, I know you're going to stick around but it's just, where are we going to get the money to take care of a baby and how the hell are we going to turn a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment into a little family home and raise a child here?" I ask. With how we're living in this apartment, how are we going to take care of a baby with little to no money to our names?

"We'll make it work. I have a little plan."

"What's your plan?" I asked with a little dread in my mind. Adam's plans almost never worked.

"I'll work harder in school, graduate and have a part-time job. Then you finish high school while I take care of the baby and go to work and then you graduate and go to college online so you can take care of the baby during the day and when I get home from a crazy day at work, relax with my family and make dinner for my little exhausted lover. How does that sound?" I had to admit, it sounded like a good plan.

"It sounds like a good plan, but who are you gonna get to watch the baby while you're at work. I can't take a baby to school with me."

"We can ask your mom to watch the baby. She'd be happy to."

"Have you forgotten about my dad? He'd say mean things to our baby and make the kid feel bad about existing. What about your parents?"

"My parents are totally out of the question! My mother would go nuts for the kid and wanna keep him!" I chuckle at that. Adam's mother was crazy about babies. Seriously, she is! I think there was a time when she tried to keep a baby she was babysitting. I'd go into detail but, I'm not.

"Well my parents aren't exactly that good of an option either and Harriet isn't either since she lives with her grandfather." Adam sighed and kissed my hair as he rubbed my tummy.

"We're gonna figure it out. I promise."

"I know." Is all I say before I fall asleep right there.

4: Chapter 4

Thomas' POV

Dinner with Adam's parents came sooner than I expected. I fixed my hair for what is the nine billionth time when Adam came in and put my hair in its normal style when I had just fucking gotten it perfect! Damn him.

"You look good sweetheart, no need to fix your hair."

"Bastard! Just when I had my hair the way I liked it too!"

"My parents have seen your hair before baby and they know you so well. The only thing you do to impress them is keeping me out of trouble so while they'd be a bit disappointed that this happened out-of-wedlock, they'd be happy that I'm finally learning responsibility." I sigh a little and kiss him as I look at myself in the mirror one last time.

"Do you think I'll be a little noticable?" Adam chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Until we tell them they'll probably think you just started to gain some weight." My eyes widened and I glared at him.

"Did you just fucking call me fat?" Now it was Adam's turn for his own eyes to widen. Idiot must have realized what he said.

"Babe I didn't mean it like that! I meant that before you got pregnant you were kind of skinny so I only said that in the sense that they'd think you're started to gain more weight! I didn't mean anything bad!" I rolled my eyes. Shittiest excuse in the book. Adam sensed that I didn't want to hear him anymore so he just shut up.

"You have so many shitty excuses but, I love you nonetheless. Now let's get ready to get on this rollercoaster ride otherwise known as dinner with your family."

"Okay so when we have to spend time with them, how come they're my family?" Well how about they ARE your family dumbass? Those words wanted to come out of my mouth but they didn't. I surpressed my urge to say those words as I finished getting ready. I was wearing one of Adam's shirts and a pair of grey stretchy pants. Perfect.

One the car ride there, I couldn't help but think how this can go over. I knew that they'd probably accept us and this baby but another part of me couldn't worry about this. What if they completly shun us out or anything like that. Then where does that leave us? Doubt couldn't stop coming into my mind as I tried to think happy thoughts.

Suddenly, a hand on mine brought me out of my doubtful thoughts. I looked over to Adam who had his eyes on the road. The smile on his face was a genuine one and it gave me a sense of reassurance.

"Adam, nothing bad is going to happen. And if anything does, them I say screw what they think. Our life, our baby. They don't have much of a say in the matter if they don't like our arrangment one bit." I laughed at his remark. Somehow he knows how to make me feel a little easier when I get nervous. We arrived at the house and I sighed. The moment of truth.

We got to the door and before Adam had a chance to know, his mother answered the door. Instnatly she hugged Adam tight and pinched his cheeks. I giggled thinking that it could very well be me in this position in a matter of years either with my son or daughter. Adam's mom turned to me and did the same thing to me. Luckily she didn't hug too tight.

"How are you two? I haven't seen you in forever!"

"Sorry Mrs. Larson but things just keep coming up for us." She got us in the house with a laugh and ruffled my hair.

"Tom, how many times have I told you to start calling me Rachel or Mom? You're practically like a son-in-law to me!" I smiled and we went into the living room where Adam's grandmother and father were sitting in the living room. His father noticed us and walked up to us and shook our hands while his grandmother hugged us. I could tell she was getting ready to take some slashy pictures because her camera was out. Perfect.

Dinner time came around and we were all eating and having a good time. Adam ended up getting some mashed potatoes in his nose and it made everyone go crazy laughing. All fell silent around us by the time dessert came around. We were eating and then Rachel asked the ground-breaking question.

"So, what really brings you guys here? The only time you would ever come over is if you have something to tell us, Tom wanted to come over, or Adam missed his mommy's cooking." I snort at the last one. Trust me, there have been times when that has happened before. We were silent for a couple minutes when Adam's hand found its way to mine again. I felt like everything was okay again. Adam took a deep breath and looked his parents in the eyes.

"Look, we're not sure how you'll take this news but well... me and Thomas have a little something cooking in the oven." Mr. Larson's eyes widened and Mrs. Larson's mouth opened while Adam's grandmother tried to contain her squeals.

"How did this happen?" Mr. Larson asked after a while.

"Well you see Dad, when two boys love each other very much, they get together and..."

"Stop it son! I know how THAT happens, I just want to know why now?"

"I believe I can answer that Mr. Larson. We didn't plan on this happening at this moment in our lives this just happened on its own. We're just as confused as you are and believe me, we're neither not too proud or ashamed about this but we're going to take responsibility for our actions and raise this child." They remained silent for a few moments and then Mrs. Larson sighed.

"Adam, are you only sticking around because you're taking responsibility and taking care of Tom and the baby?" Adam nodded.

"Of course Mom. I wouldn't be a good boyfriend if I left my babies haning by themselves. I love them a lot and doesn't me staying with Tom kind of show you've done a good job with me?" He kissed me and I felt like it was us against the world. They looked at each other and then looked back at us with a smile.

"That's all we needed to hear sweetheart. We'll definitely help you if you need it boys. Isn't everyday you hear that you're baby is gonna have a baby of his own." Rachel sniffed a bit. I smiled and kissed Adam. He was actually right for once.

The rest of the night we were just talking about what we're going to do in the future and all that good stuff. We had to leave early because we had school tomorrow so we couldn't stay out too late. On the drive home, I smiled to myself. We're going to be okay. We have to be okay, right?