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

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Troye sighs as he sits down in his assigned seat and leans his head back.

Jacob sits his own seat behind Troye and begins to rub his boyfriend's shoulders.

Feeling eyes on him, Troye lifts his head back up and looks around the mostly empty classroom.

Seeing a boy from his grade staring at him, he shifts uncomfortably.

Mostly for the fact he wasn't staring at him.

He was staring at his belly.

He is now 17 weeks and it was beginning to get harder to hide his ever growing belly as his shirts were starting to shrink, having to wear Jacob's hoodies on colder days.

He does his best to ignore the staring, but he can't.

The kid's eyes are burning into him like hot coals.

Jacob takes notice and scowls at the guy, "What the fuck are you staring at? Turn away, this doesn't concern you."

The guy looks away quickly making Troye sigh.

"Just ignore them, babe," Jacob whispers.

"That's easy for you to say," Troye whimpers. "You're not the pregnant dude. People don't look at you like you're a freak of nature."

Jacob sighs quietly, "Maybe not. But I'm the father of the freak of nature's baby. And I'm the freak of nature's boyfriend. I've never been more proud to say anything in my life."

Troye sniffles but doesn't reply as the classroom begins to fill up with more students.

~

"How far along are you, Tro?" Tyler asks.

"Seventeen weeks."

"Anything happen yet?"

Troye shrugs, "Not really."

"Hm. Jacob anything happen yet?"

"Oh my god, don't get me started."

Troye's jaw drops as he looks at his boyfriend.

"He's so horny."

Tyler laughs, "Are you complaining about that?"

"Not at all! But Jesus—Tro, I love you to death, you're my world, but, Tyler! Three in the morning on Saturday, I had to get up in three hours, he's waking me up, I barely know what's going on, next thing I know, he's on top of me, and I'm cumming."

Tyler continues to laugh as Alex and Eric sit down at the table.

"It's not my fault!" Troye pouts.

"I know, I know!" Jacob laughs hugging the smaller boy.

Suddenly, Troye covers his mouth and nose.

Quickly, he scrambles off the bench and runs to the nearest trash can, emptying everything out of his stomach.

Jacob looks around the table until his eyes land on Eric's lunch from home, "What's in that?"

"Rice, cheese, chicken, and-"

"Chicken. Okay. He gets sick around chicken," Jacob explains quickly before standing up and rushing over to his love with a napkin.

Gently placing a hand on Troye's back, Jacob holds the napkin toward the blond's mouth allowing him to grab it and wipe his mouth as he stands straight and walks with Jacob to the nurse's office.

~

Jacob walks into the kitchen confused as he hears Troye's crying.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

"I made a mess," Troye sniffles.

"You made a mess?"

"Mhm!" Troye hums, wrapping his arms around the elder's waist.

"Where?"

Troye points to the counter.

Jacob looks at the counter to see bread crust flakes littering the area next to Troye's sandwich.

Wiping them onto the floor, he smiles, "There, it's all better."

Troye sniffles and looks at the counter.

The tears stop slowly and he pulls out of the hug.

Picking up his food, he takes a bite and walks to the living room.

Jacob watches him for a moment before shaking his head and following him.

Sitting on the couch, he hears Troye sigh, "Jakie?"

"Hm?"

"What's for dinner?"

"You're literally eating right now," Jacob chuckles. "Why are you thinking about dinner?"

Troye shrugs, "I'm hungry."

"Eat your sandwich," Jacob laughs. "We'll figure out dinner when your mom gets home."

Troye sighs again, "I want Taco Bell."

"Well maybe we can go for dinner."

Troye grins, "Okay."