I've got my feet on solid ground. (Austlan Cashby)

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~Austin’s POV~

Justin Trotta. All I could see in those babies. I knew it had to be him. But when could they have even had time to do something together? And what the fuck. I thought he was my friend. Not someone to fuck my girlfriend at the time. 

I silently pulled Alan aside and out of the hospital room and looked at him for a second hoping he saw what I saw. 

“D-D-id those babies look like J-Justin to you too?” Alan asked with wide eyes set straight on the door to the room containing the mother and two crying babies. 

“Yeah. That’s why I pulled you out here. I wanted to make sure you saw it too.” I said, Alan visibly loosened up, probably realizing he didn’t have to tell me what he thought with me getting mad. 

“I’m fucking calling him, Asking him if he can come pick us up at the hospital. Maybe get him to come up here. Do you think that’d work?” Alan asked seemingly interested to find everything out. 

I agreed to his plan and walked back into the room so Alan could talk to Justin in private. 

“Oh Austin! Come give me a hug! I haven’t seen you in forever and now you’re the father of my grandchildren!” Abby’s mom Claire called to me wrapping me in a hug. 

“Actually miss. I’m not the father of the babies.” I awkwardly said scratching the back of my neck. 

“Oh? So it’s the ginger boy. Just as good! He is a hot chunk of stuff isn’t he! Oh duh, little Jason has Ginger hair anyways! Should have guessed it.”

“Uhm, No, He’s not the father either. He is uh, My boyfriend. And I’m Abby’s ex boyfriend. I thought she could use some emotional support here while she didn’t know who the father is and with that small risk she had of not making it.” I choked out scrabbling to find the right things to say to not get this old woman angry. 

“What do you mean ‘risk she had of not making it’? She never told me anything like this.” Claire stated worried clear on her words. 

“Oh, Uhm it was nothing. They didn’t know she was having twins is all.” I awkward stood there AGAIN scratching the back of my neck. 

“Abby told me she was having twins what do you mean?” 

“What?? Abby what does she mean? The doctor told us that you had a chance of not making it!” I was so confused. 

“ Oh uh, well, I might have hired that doctor to say that to you. You weren’t the dad so I was trying to see if I could uh, find a way for you to uh, help me. Like come back to me.” Abby spoke. 

Just the Alan walked back in the room and wrapped his arms around my waist resting his head on my shoulder, kissing it before listening to the conversation that was happening now. 

“Abby! What were you thinking! Honey you cant do this to people! Do you have any idea who the real father is?” Claire seemed extremely pissed at Abby, It was sort of weird to see. Her mom had always seemed so loving, I’d never seen her like this. 

“No mom, I have no idea really.” Abby whispered 

“Alan and I think we know who’s it is. The boy, Jason, Looks exactly like Justin Trotta one of the guys who tour with us. Same red hair and face.” 

Abby gasped. Seemingly confused or maybe she had just realized something. 

“Uh, I just got off the phone with him, he is uh, coming to ‘pick of Austin and I’ and we’ll have him come up here if you want to talk to him, to see if it is his.” Alan answered before burying his face into my shoulder blade trying to hide from the looks on Abby and her mom’s face. 

Just then Alan’s phone went off. Illuminating the screen read Justin’s name and he quickly picked up, listing directions for Justin to follow to get up to the room. 

“I know it’s him. It, It is. I know it is,” We all turned towards Abby who was looking down at her hands on he lap. Shaking her head, “How could I have been so naïve?” 

“Abby are you sure?” Abby’s mom was now standing next to her rubbing Abby’s back. 

“I’m fucking positive mom. Go get the fucking doctor. He was the babies DNA results and I want Alan and Austin to make sure Justin will take the damn test. 

Justin burst into the room just then. Looking around before his eyes landed on Abby and went wide. 

“shit” He whispered under his breath before leaning against the door frame. 

“Justin. You have to take the DNA test. You know that right?” Abby questioned. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I will. But we only did it like twice. How could I be the father?”

“Justin, Look at the fucking babies and you’ll know.” 

Justin slowly walked to the cradles holding the little bundles. The second he got close enough to see inside he let out a gasp covering his mouth. He could tell. We all knew he could tell. He was the father of those babies. And we are going to make him help with them if it was the last thing Alan and I do.

“Alright. So were is this DNA test? If these are my babies, I cant not help you take care of them Abby. I will help you with anything! You’re one of my best friends after all!” Justin said walking over hugging Abby tight. 

“Well, I’m confused! What is going on here?” Alan spoke up. He had the same dumbfounded expression on his face as me. 

“Well uhh some drunken nights ago Abby and I may have accidentally hooked up. It was at one of her random friends house. Neither of us remembered any of it but the fact that we both woke up naked next to each other. We have been friends for the longest time so I don’t really mind helping her if it’s my baby” Justin said with a slight smile on his face. 

“Oh uhm alright. Works for us. Alan and I have to go now though, band practice, See you later! Let us know how everything turns out alright? Bye!” 

Hurriedly I shut the door pulling Alan along with me until we turned the corner by the nursery. I stopped when we got there, out of sight of Abby’s room. 

“That was so awkward, I couldn’t stay another minute in that room!” 

“Austin, I know! I am still completely baffled on what just happened!” 

“Me too. Lets just get out of here!” I said looking over at the babies in the nursery. I really was looking forward to having babies at come point in my life. But with Alan how could I? Adopt? I don’t know. What If he doesn’t even want kids?