I'll Go With You//Tracob (Mpreg)

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Jacob rubs his thumb softly on Troye's side as he kneels down next to his bed.

He presses a kiss to his temple and the brunette opens his eyes.

"Hey, baby. How're you feeling?"

"I feel like death," Troye mumbles.

"Well you look as beautiful as ever."

Troye brings his hand up to Jacob's mouth, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Jacob chuckles.

Troye doesn't reply but lets out a sigh instead, "I'm hungry, but I'm gonna puke if I eat."

"How about just eat lightly throughout the day? Keep a bucket by your bed in case."

"What do you mean? We have school."

"Are you serious? You are not going to school."

"It's not that bad."

"Troye, you literally can't even roll over. You're not going to school."

"I can roll over just fine."

"By yourself?"

"Yes. Yes, by myself."

"Oh, really? Lemme see."

Troye slowly rolls away from Jacob and onto his back.

He lets out a groan before grabbing a pillow and covering his face.

"Yeah, you're staying home. I'm gonna go tell your mom."

"Jacob," the blond whines.

"What, honey?"

"Stay with me, please?"

"Of course, darling."

Jacob leaves the room and walks downstairs to where Mama Sivan is making breakfast.

Picking up a strip of bacon, Jacob clears his throat, "Troye's not feeling too well. He's really in no place to go to school."

"Oh no. What's wrong?"

"He can't stop throwing up, he's got a fever, and he can't even roll over without whining," Jacob chuckles softly.

Mama Sivan pauses for a moment, eggs sizzling on the stove, "Oh. He didn't mention anything to me. Well, thank you for telling me, I'll be up to check on him in a minute."

Jacob gives her a look as she starts to act weirdly, "Okay. I'll let him know."

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"Oh, honey."

Jacob looks up as Troye's mother walks into the bathroom as Troye hurls into the bowl for the third time.

"Why don't we take you to the doctors, sweetheart?"

"No, it's okay, mom. I don't wanna go to the doctors. I'll be better tomorrow."

Laurelle sighs and rubs Troye's back, "If you're not better tomorrow, we're taking you in. Jacob, honey, are you staying with him today?"

"Yeah. I already talked to my mom."

"Okay. I finished breakfast, please try to eat something today, Troye, okay? I have to get ready for work. I'll try to be out early. If anything happens, and I mean anything, call me. I'll come straight home."

Both boys nod, Troye spitting into the toilet.

Laurelle steps toward the door and takes one last look at her son before walking away.

"I guess you don't feel like going to Tyler's party tonight then?"

Troye glares at him, "I already feel hungover. I don't need to be tomorrow."

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"Y'know," Jacob sighs, "we haven't had sex in about two weeks."

"And I started feeling sick about a week ago. This is your fault."

Jacob smiles, "I'm sorry."

"Mm."

"I love you."

"I love you. But I would love medicine right now too."

"I'll get some for you."

"That'd be great, Jacob."

"Why don't we try to eat something too? You finally haven't puked in an hour and a half. Maybe you can keep something down?"

Troye nods, "Okay."

Standing up out of bed, Jacob carefully lifts the blond and carries him to the bathroom.

Setting him on the counter, he grabs the bottle of cold medicine and fills the little plastic cup.

Troye takes it and downs it like a shot, making a disgusted face immediately after.

Jacob holds up a cup of water with a smirk.

Troye takes a drink and lets out a sigh as he sets the now empty cup down.

"Food?"

"Hopefully," the blond mumbles, standing up and following Jacob downstairs.