Green Day one shots (Discontinued)

Our baby (Bike)

As always, you'll need a bit of context. So, in the rp Blù and I are doing, Billie and Mike adopted a son. He's now eight. But I thought I'd give you some backstory on Mason so you'd know. This is going to be a cute yet angsty fluff, with some modifications to the story (trust me, it'd be hella mega weird if I told it the way it happened). Enjoy. Also, tw for homophobia, mentions of religious beliefs.  Snakey-Sideburns

Mike and Billie Joe had just been married. Now they were living together with multiple dogs and stuffed animals. Mike had suggested multiple times they get a child, since he'd wanted a family, and Billie was incapable of having children. Both agreed it was time to take it to the next level, and an adoption was in place. "I promise you, baby, I'll adopt a kid for us. A little son. He's gonna be so cute!"
"Oh boy, Daddy! I can't wait!" Mike squealed.

Billie rested his forehead against his. "I was thinking...about six-ish? I'm not sure if we're cut out for baby boys. Not after what happened when Joey and Brixton were little!" He laughed. Mike nodded. "Okay, Daddy."

And it was so. Billie had signed the papers, prepared the home (home depot theme insert), gotten the necessary essentials...only to be turned down. You see, the orphanage was Christian, and sometimes those people are quite the snitches. And you know their godawful attitudes towards gays.

Billie Joe, upon hearing the news, was devastated. He feared the worst if he told his husband. He couldn't bear to see the tears rolling down his face. The tantrum, the hurt, the distrust, the hysteria. He didn't know how to break it to him, but he had to. Had to. So he figured he might as well tell him a different way.

Billie took him on a walk the following day. He sighed. "Mike?"
"Yes, Daddy?" He was playing with Bee.
"I have something to tell you---" He froze and heard distressed wails in the distance. "Hey, that sounds like a baby!" He yelled and rushed in the direction of the noise.

"Wait for me, Daddy!" Mike called. Eventually, the two stumbled across a little basket holding a baby boy. Cautiously, Billie approached it, and looked around the area for a mother or father. No sign of any parents. This child would starve--possibly freeze to death--if left alone for any longer. "Mike, I wanted to tell you...the orphanage turned us down!"

"Wh-what?" Mike whimpered. His husband nods. "I think this baby...this baby is our little hope. He can be ours." He smiled warmly. The boy had stopped crying, his little hand grasping on to his finger. "It's not what we want, but this will suffice."

Mike thought of his childhood. He felt bad for the kid, so he nodded. "Yeah! Yeah! Let's adopt him!" So after a lot of paperwork, housework, and rehab, the child was theirs. "What's his name?" Trè asked, staring at him.
"Mason Tyler Armstrong. Our little baby." He leaned down to kiss his forehead, causing the small thing to coo and pinch the singer's nose.

Present day. Nine years later.

"...And that's how we found you. All curled up, just waiting for the right people to come get you." Billie finished, folding his hands together.

"Really? Cool!" Mason smiled. Billie kissed his head. "Night, little ball of hope." He got off of the bed mattress, walking out of the room and turning off the light.

Word count: 599 words.