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

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Troye sighs as he sips from his red cup full of orange juice.

The smell of alcohol and weed is making him nauseous, but he makes no attempt to leave the couch until Jacob gets back.

Which is taking forever.

With a huff he carefully stands up off the couch and waddles to the kitchen.

Seeing Jacob and Tyler laughing, he walks over and hugs his arm.

"Hey, baby."

"I was wrong," Troye mumbles.

"About what?"

"I can't handle the smoke. I've almost puked three times."

"Okay, we'll get going then."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong. Ty, we're gonna get going."

"It's so early though," Tyler says, confused.

"The smell is making Tro nauseous though. I don't want him to get sick."

"Oh, alright. I'll see you guys later then. Hope you feel better, Tro."

Troye smiles slightly before he's being pulled through the crowd of teenagers.

~

"I want a shake."

"McDonald's is right there."

"Turn, turn, turn!"

"Oh my god, okay," Jacob jumps.

Turning into McDonald's parking lot, they pull into the drive-thru.

"What kind you want?" Jacob asks pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

"Hmm...vanilla. No! Strawberry."

"Strawberry?"

"Strawberry."

"Hi, how can I help you today?"

Jacob leans slightly out the window, "Hi. Can I get a large strawberry shake?"

Troye grins happily that Jacob ordered a large.

"Yep! Will that be all for you today?"

"Yes."

"Okay! Second window, please."

After paying and getting Troye's drink, they drive home, a giggly blond in the passenger seat.

Jacob smiles at him, "Are you happy, darling?"

"Mhm!"

"Good."

Shutting the car off once parking in Troye's driveway, the two get out.

"Jakie, can we-"

Troye freezes seeing his shake hit the ground, pink melted drops smashing against the pavement.

Tears immediately begin to pour out of his eyes as Jacob walks around to his side.

"What was that, babe?"

Troye sniffles as sobs escape his mouth.

"Oh shit," Jacob mumbles.

"Troye, hey, it's okay. We'll get you another one, okay?"

"It won't be the same!"

"It will be the same, baby. I promise. I'll go get you another one, yeah? Right now. Go in and see your mom, she'll be happy to see you."

Troye continues to mourn the loss of his shake as Jacob kisses his forehead, "I'll be right back. Go inside. I love you."

Troye wipes his cheeks as he goes inside.

Jacob sighs and picks up the mostly empty cup and the lid that popped off to throw them away.

Climbing back into his car, he pulls onto the road and drives back into town.

~

Troye pouts as he drinks the last of his shake.

He looks up at Jacob.

Jacob looks at him, "What?"

The blond shakes his empty cup.

"No."

Troye whines, "But it's empty."

"So?"

"I want another one."

"Tomorrow. It's almost one in the morning."

"McDonald's is 24 hours."

"I don't care."

"You don't care about me?"

"Don't start this," Jacob chuckles. "You know you're my life. I'll get you something from the gas station down the road, but I'm not driving back into town again."

"Snickers, please!"

"Snickers? You hate caramel. Why do you want a snickers?"

"It sounds so delicious right now."

"What the hell is pregnancy doing to you?"

Troye shrugs, "Ask my mom, she's had four of these things."

"These things?" Jacob laughs. "Alright, well are you going with me, or am I going alone?"

"I'll go with you."

"Aright, get your shoes on."

Troye carefully stands up off the bed and walks to his dresser where his slippers are.

Jacob stands up after getting his shoes on only to find Troye crying.

"What's wrong?"

Troye sniffles and points to his feet.

Jacob looks down to see he had put his slippers on the wrong feet.

"That's why you're crying?" He asks trying not to sound like he's annoyed since he knew it would only make Troye feel worse.

"Okay, it's okay. We'll fix them."

Squatting down, he gently switches the slippers to the correct feet before standing back up, "All better. Now let's go before a dust bunny lands on your shoulder and causes a tsunami."

Troye sniffles and holds Jacob's hand as they make their way out of the house.