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

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"Daddy! Papa!"

Jacob and Troye jolt awake to the sound of their daughter's voice.

"Santa came! Santa came!"

"I came last night too, Santa ain't special," Jacob mumbles, earning a smack from his husband.

Jacob lets out a grunt suddenly as Emerson plops down his stomach.

"Oop, sorry, Papa," Emerson giggles softly.

"That's okay, baby," Jacob groans in pain. "Just be careful next time."

Troye sighs as he looks at the clock. It's four in the morning, "Eme, why don't we lie down for a little longer and then we'll get up and open presents?"

"But I wanna now," the little girl pouts.

"Only a little bit longer, sweetheart," Jacob adds. "You can stay in here with us and we'll all get up together."

"What about sissy?" Emerson asks, sliding under the covers between her daddy and papa.

"Yep, we'll get her up too."

Emerson sighs sadly as she lies down, both of her dads's arms around her.

Five minutes pass by slowly, seeming like years to the little girl. She begins to whine impatiently, tossing and turning.

Jacob and Troye sigh, both opening their eyes to look at each other.

"Emerson."

"Whaty?"

"Lay still."

Emerson sighs and stays in place in her current position. The boys shut their eyes once more, already beginning to fall asleep again.

Emerson turns to face her daddy and stares at him for a moment. Feeling eyes on him, Tyler opens his eyes tiredly.

"Daddy," the little girl whispers.

"What, Eme?"

"We open p'esents now?"Troye sighs, shutting his eyes, "Go get Bailey up, and we can-"

"Yaaaay!!"

Jacob opens his eyes, "Can you not be a sweet dad for one day, please? It's costing me sleep."

Troye rolls his eyes and scoots closer to his husband, "We have a few minutes. There's no way Bailey is going to let Em get her up without a fight. And there's no way Em will just leave her alone."

Jacob chuckles, hugging the blond closer.

"I have to pee."

"Too bad," Jacob mutters, tightening his arm around the blond's waist.

"Eme, go away," Bailey says annoyedly.

The boys listen, but try to sleep for a few extra minutes.

"But Santa came, we gotta open p'esents!"

"Santa didn't come, he isn't even real! Now shut up and leave me alone!"

The house falls mute as Troye's and Jacob's eyes spring open.

"He is too real!" Emerson screams.

"No, he isn't!"

"Bailey!" Jacob shouts, sitting up quickly.

"Then who put everything under the tree?!"

"Go ask dad!"

"Daddy!" Emerson whines as she rubs into the room. "Bailey says Santa isn't real, go tell her he is too!"

Troye is at a loss for words. He looks at Jacob for help who returns the same look of worry.

"Daddy," the little girl repeats.

Troye sighs, "Emerson, come here."Emerson climbs up onto the bed, using the trick she taught herself with using the bedpost for balance. She sits in her daddy's lap and looks up at him innocently.

Tyler hugs her, "Bailey...is right, honey. There is no Santa."

The girl's eyes flood with tears, "What?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"When did hims die? We just seen him at the mall, daddy."

"Um..." Troye hums, again looking at
Jacob for help.

"He passed a while ago, baby. And because he knew we still had you to take care of, he gave us the responsibility to give you the presents that his elves made for you and sissy."

Emerson pouts and lies her head on Troye's shoulder. Troye rubs her arm, lying his head on top of hers.

"Come on," Jacov says quietly. "Let's go open gifts.

"-Bailey sits quietly on the couch, a hoodie and Christmas pajama pants covering her body. She watches as her sister and parents sit on the floor, her sister passing out the presents to everyone.

Bailey felt too guilty to sit in the small circle with them. She hated herself at the moment. She didn't hate her parents, but she said she did. And she doesn't know how to make up for it. She's been silently eating herself alive with guilt the past two weeks. She hasn't even talked to Robbie at school because of how terrible she felt for the whole thing.

She knew what she was doing was wrong when she was doing it. But she continued doing it anyway.

Bailey subtly wipes a tear away as Emerson sets another present down in her pile.

"Okie!" Emerson grins, dropping to her butt in her Papa's lap. "That's it!"

"Alright, how do we want to do this now?" Jacob asks.

"Go around in a circle?" Troye suggests.

Everyone nods and they begin to open their gifts, starting with Emerson.

Halfway finished, Troye grabs a bag addressed to both him and Jacob. He sets it down between them, "This is to both of us."

The two turn to face the bag, Emerson having moved off Jacob's lap a bit earlier, and rip the tape open at the same time, smiles appearing on their faces.

Pulling out what was inside, Troye's smile drops slowly as he reads the pillow.

Two Dads Are Better Than One.

He smiles again, tears filling his eyes as he turns it around to show Jacob.

Jacob grins and they both look to their daughters who are snuggled up on the couch together.

"It's from both of us!" Emerson exclaims happily.

Troye and Jacob laugh lightly, "Thank you, girls. Two daughters are definitely better than one too."