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

☀️50☀️

Troye smiles as he feels Jacob kiss his cheek repeatedly.

"Oh, you're awake."

"Mhm," Troye hums, turning his head to look at his husband. "I don't want to get up."

"I think Bailey's already up. So it's just Em we gotta get up and ready."

Troye sighs and rolls closer to the elder, "You should call in today."

"Why?"

"To spend time with me? It's lonely here all day."

"I wish I could, baby. How about tomorrow we spend the day together? It's Saturday. Bailey will probably go to Ella's, we can your mom if she wants to watch Eme. Or Sage, maybe. Eme loves Sage."

"Let's do that. I'll talk to my mom today."

"We'll be able to celebrate your birthday a little more," Jacob whispers against the brunette's lips. "Weekday birthdays are the worst."

Troye giggles and kisses his husband, "We'll celebrate tomorrow, and then we can go out to dinner Sunday with the girls and everyone? Would that be okay?"

Sound perfect, baby. But for now," Jacob says rolling on top of the younger boy. "Let's continue what we started last night."

Troye giggles softly as he wraps his arms around Jacob's neck. The two begin to make out before being interrupted by a high pitched screech throughout the house.

The couple look toward the door as heavy footsteps come closer to their bedroom. Quickly, they sit up and cover themselves and watch as their bedroom door bursts open.

Emerson sprints in and slams the door shut behind her.

"Eme, what is going on?" Troye asks, pulling her up into the bed when she lifts her arms up.

The door bursts open again, a very angry Bailey now standing in the doorway, half of her face covered with foundation, acne showing through on the uncovered parts, "Give it back, you little parasite!"

"Is didn't take it!"

"Yes, you did! I saw you grab it!"

"Hey!" Jacob shouts, gaining everyone's attention. "What did she take?"

"She took my blush brush!" Bailey states, stomping over to the bed.

Troye and Jacob look at the little girl in Troye's lap, unsure of how they didn't see the makeup brush in her hand from the start.

"Eme, why did you take this from her?" Troye asks, taking the brush out of her small hand.

Emerson lets him take it as she stuffs her thumb into her mouth and cradles against his bare torso, "I's f'uffy."

"That doesn't mean you take it you little piece of-"

"Bailey, out!" Jacob shouts.

Bailey huffs angrily and snatches her brush from Troye's hand before storming out of the bedroom.

Troye hugs the six year old in his arms, "Emerson."

Emerson looks up at her Daddy innocently."

"Why did you take sissy's brush?"

"She wa'nt u'ing it."

"That doesn't mean she gave you permission to take it. We don't take things that aren't ours. Right?"

"Mhm."

"Good. Now, go apologize to her."

Setting the little girl on the floor, the couple watch as she leaves the room.