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

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"Hello?"

"My innie is an outie."

Jacob stays silent for a moment before huffing out a laugh, "What?"

"My innie...is an outie."

"What are you talking about?"

Troye pouts as he turns sideways and looks at his-what used to be-innie belly button that is now popping out slightly, "My belly button!"

"Your innie became an outie?"

"Yeah! It's creepy, I don't like it. I like my old one."

Jacob chuckles, "I'm sure it looks amazing. I have to go now though, I'm off break. I'll be home in a bit, okay?"

Troye pouts more and pulls his shirt down as best as he can, "Okay. I love you."

"I love you, too," Jacob grins. "Muah."

"Muah."

Troye sets his phone down and pouts at the mirror. Placing both his hands on his belly, he sighs. He looks down, "Y'know, little lady. I love you. But you're really putting a damper on my body."

Looking into the mirror again, he whines slightly, and leaves the room, "Mooommm! My innie is an outie!"

Laurelle laughs as Troye walks into the room, his shirt pulled up to show off his belly button, "Yeah, that happens sometimes."

"I don't like it. I like my innie."

"I know, sweetheart. But that's the price of pregnancy."

Troye huffs and turns to go to the kitchen.

Searching through the fridge and freezer, he finds the rest of Jacob's ice cream and decides the older boy wouldn't miss it.

Taking the cup, he shuts the door and turns to get a spoon.

He sighs as he pulls one out of the drawer and immediately drops it on the floor. He stares at it for a moment, glancing back and forth between it and his belly before grabbing a new spoon and walking toward the staircase, "Mom, I dropped a spoon on the floor."He hears his mom laugh before going back upstairs to lay down.

A while passes by and Troye notices Jacob gets out of work in two minutes.

Grabbing his phone, he opens Snapchat and takes a picture of his belly.

We're hungry.
And also your daughter keeps kicking me.
Rood.

Jacob replies within a few seconds. He sends a picture of the Taco Bell next to his work.

?

Troye sends a picture of himself grinning widely, his eyes shut.

I knew there was a reason I loved you.

~

"Aw, look at TroTro's belly button!" Jacob chirps walking into the blond's bedroom and seeing his boyfriend's shirt pulled up to reveal his big belly.

Troye looks at Jacob, "Did you bring the stuff?"

"The stuff," Jacob chuckles. "Yes, I brought the stuff."

Taking the Taco Bell bag from Jacob's hand, Troye struggles to sit up but keeps the smile on his face. He pulls a Crunchwrap out as Jacob sits on the bed and slips his shoes off.

"Is she still kicking?"

Troye nods mid bite and grabs his boyfriend's hand. Placing it on his belly where their daughter was kicking, Troye lets go of the elder's hand to continue eating.

Jacob grins at the feeling of his daughter moving.

"I thought today we could start moving stuff around and set up her crib and dresser and stuff. How's that sound? Are you too tired from work?"

"No, that sounds good. I'm just gonna take a shower first."

"Okay. Is this all for me or is yours in here too?" Troye asks peeking in the paper bag.

"It's all yours."

Troye gasps, "I love you, Jacob."

"I love you too," Jacob chuckles pecking Troye's cheek before standing up and picking out clean clothes to wear after his shower.

"Hey," the older boy says suddenly. "Did you eat my ice cream?"

Troye pauses mid bite, "No."

"Who did then?"

Troye points to his belly.

"Oh, she did?"

"Mhm. She was hungry and was like 'give me daddy's ice cream' I didn't even know you had some left over, but she did. She's a smart one, that not-yet-named baby."

Jacob rolls his eyes before bending down so he is eye-level with the blond's belly, "Don't eat my ice cream."

Troye giggles as Jacob kisses his stomach before kissing his cheek and exiting the room.

~

"I love it! Oh my gosh, my baby's gonna be one stylish little girl!"

Jacob chuckles and hugs Troye from behind as they look at their remodeled bedroom. The crib is on the opposite wall of where Troye's bed is, a white rocking chair next to it along with pink bows on the bars of the crib. Troye even insisted on hanging pink curtains in order for their daughter to feel more "at home" despite Jacob trying, and failing, multiple times to explain to him that the only home she knows right now is the one inside of him.

The dresser is set up against the window, a changing pad on top of it, a place for diapers-when they buy some-on a shelf on the wall, pacifiers and bottles resting on the top of he dresser as well until they are needed.

"It really didn't even take that long either," Jacob comments. "Thank goodness for your siblings."

"Yeah, cause I sure as heck didn't help at all," the blond mumbles.

" Hey, it's not your fault your family is looking out for you. You're not allowed to lift over 25 pounds anyways."

"I could have done the curtains."

"And risked yourself on a ladder?"

Troye turns his head look at Jacob, "Sorry, mom."

Jacob rolls his eyes, "Don't worry about anything, okay? Just sit there and look cute. Shouldn't be too hard."

Troye smiles, "I'm so excited, Jacob. I was petrified a couple months ago, but oh my gosh! This is actually happening. We're having a baby, Jacob."

"I know, sweetheart, I can't wait."

Troye grins and turns to face the elder.

Leaning down slightly, Jacob presses his lips to Troye's as the blond wraps his arms around his neck.