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

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"Can you see?"

Jacob chuckles as Troye carefully examines their daughter, pink glasses placed around her head.

"Look at you, you're so cute! Can you see?"

"She can't talk yet," Jacob whispers.

"You can't talk yet," Troye snaps, his voice coming out breathy due to his stuffy nose.

The blond has been sick the last week and has only been getting sicker. He avoids holding Bailey as much as possible, but the little girl doesn't like that. She does okay with Jacob, but only when Troye is in the room. The second she doesn't see her daddy anymore she loses it.

Jacob rolls his eyes as Troye lifts the girl up and walks out of the room. He follows him as he walks downstairs.

"Okay," Troye sighs as the couple reach the living room. "Time to see Papa."

Jacob grins as he holds out his hands to take the drooling baby, "Hey, cutie. What're you doing tonight?"

Troye rolls his eyes but smiles as Bailey gurgles out a fit of giggles.

Jacob grins wider and sits down next to Troye on the couch. The blond lets out a breath and covers himself with a blanket.

"Are you feeling any better? Or is it about the same?"

"I think it's worse. I sneezed like ten times this morning. I made Bailey cry cause it was like continuous sneezing and I had to put her down and she just bawled."

Jacob can't help but laugh. He wraps his free arm around Troye's shoulders allowing the younger boy to fall into his warmth, "My poor babies."

Troye watches through puffy eyes as his daughter chews on her Papa's hoodie string.

Jacob turns to look at Troye who glances up at him. Jacob smiles and kisses the boy's forehead.

"Hey," he mumbles.

"Hm?"

"So, I was thinking maybe tonight we might be able to hang out. Like just the two of us. We could have dinner, watch a movie," Jacob says softly.

Troye tilts his head up so his and Jacob's noses are touching. Jacob continues as he gently rubs his nose against the brunette's, "We'll cuddle while eating ice cream. Maybe we could do something special."

"You really wanna get with this?" Troye asks, sniffling right after.

"Oh absolutely. Actually, I would prefer you to always be sick when I wanna have sex with you," Jacob jokes.

Troye giggles for only a second before he coughs. Slapping his hand over his mouth, having not been expecting the short burst of sickness, he looks at Jacob whose face is scrunched up.

Wiping his mouth, Jacob sighs, "A simple no would have been fine."

"I'm sorry. I told you not to make me laugh, i always cough when I laugh."

"Could have been worse, I guess. You could have sneezed in my mouth."

Troye giggles again and, again lets out a cough, this time into his hand.

"How about we wait for another night?"

Troye nods before standing up to go and wash his hands.

He sighs as he leaves the room and instantly hears crying from a certain little girl.