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

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Bailey sighs walking through the door, job applications in her hand from three different places. Hopefully her dad isn't mad at her for being home late after school.

"Dad?" She calls, setting her backpack on the couch. She slips her shoes off and walks toward the back of the house where her parent's bedroom is.

"Dad?" She calls again, walking closer to their room. She sees the door open a crack but doesn't hear anything.

Carefully pushing the door open, she scans the room before her eyes pop open at the scene in front of her.

"Oh my god I'm sorry!" She screams before yanking the door shut and running to her room.

The couple's head snap up in surprise and they look toward the door just as it's being shut. They look at each other before Troye quickly scrambles to slide his husband's boxers up. The blond stands up off his knees and wipes his mouth before racing to the bathroom to rinse his mouth out.

He breathes out to smell his breath real quick before walking into the hallway. Hesitantly, he knocks on Bailey's door, "Bailey?"

"I didn't see anything!"

"I know you did. I'm sorry, honey. We didn't mean for you to...yeah. Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Troye opens the door and walks in, sitting on the teen's bed next to her. He looks at the papers in her hands, "What are those?"

"Job applications."

"Oh, really? Where to?"

Bailey hands them to her dad. "Claire's, Hot Topic, and Spencer's. I think you have to be 18 to work at Spencer's though. He gave it to me even after I told him my age though, so maybe not," she shrugs.

"Probably. They sell sex toys and other...sexual things," Troye says, playfully scrunching up his nose making Bailey smile. "What one are you leaning more towards?"

"Probably Hot Topic."

Troye nods in response. The room is silent after that.

Bailey begins to word her next sentence in her head, carefully. She lets out a breath, "Um...dad?"

Troye looks at her, "Hm?"

Her bottom lip begins to wobble. "I'm sorry. And I'm not just saying that. I really mean it. I'm so sorry. I know I've been a terrible daughter, and I just...I feel so awful about yelling at you, a-and sneaking behind your back with Robbie and the drugs, and...and saying that I hate you," She rambles, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. She sniffles and wipes her nose, "I don't hate you, dad. I don't hate Papa either. I love you both so so much, and I'm so sorry for everything."

Troye grabs her quickly and pulls her into a secure hug, letting her cry onto his shoulder, "You're not a terrible daughter, Bailey. You're such an amazing daughter, in fact. We know what it's like to be teenagers. And I think that's why we're protective over the things you do. We weren't exactly innocent at your age either. Hell, we had you when we were 17. But that doesn't mean we want you doing these things or that we're okay with you doing them. Understand?"

Bailey nods with another sniffle, seeing her Papa walk into the room. She begins to cry again upon seeing him, "Do you guys still love me?"

"Bailey, we will always love you," Jacob states. "It doesn't matter what you do. You will never be hated by us."

Pulling out of the hug, Troye wipes his daughter's wet cheeks with his thumbs. Bailey moves so she's closer to Jacob and pulls him into a hug, "I'm sorry, Papa."

Jacob hugs her back securely, "I forgive you, Beetle."

She sniffles once more and pulls out of the hug, "I've been feeling so guilty the past few weeks and I was too ashamed to talk to you guys at all especially about what happened. I, um, I met someone at school who let me vent about everything and we've been kinda close. I want you guys to meet them before I do anything though. Parents seem to have a way of knowing whether there's something weird about their kid's friends, so I want your opinion on them."

"Male or female?"

"Jacob."

"I'm just asking."

"He's a boy. But he's gay, so..."

"Oh, that's fine then," Jacob says.

Troye chuckles, "Well...I can tell you right now, Ella is a good friend. Why don't you invite your new friend to dinner tomorrow night?"

"Okay. Thank you," Bailey smiles, hugging the brunette once more.

"And, uh...Bailey?"

"Hm?" Bailey hums, looking at Josh.

"You didn't, um, see anything...did you?"

Bailey shuts her eyes and shivers.

"It's part of life! How do you think you got here?!" Jacob whines embarrassedly, crossing his arms.

"Jacob!" Troye laughs.

"Can I be alone?"

"Yes," Troye chuckles. "Can I kiss your cheek?"

Bailey nods. Troye presses a kiss to Bailey's cheek, "We love you."

"I love you guys too."