BrandontheLover one shots

A baby?!

Word count: 927

Last updated: 23-07-2023

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'I think I'm in love with you,' Brandon confesses. He turns over on the bed to face you. 'I'd hope so. Seeing that we're having a baby together,' you state, continuing to play with his hands. Brandon almost shoots right up, his hand letting go of yours. He sits straight up in the bed right next to you and looks at you with a bewildered expression.  'A baby?!' is all he manages to say, staring at you with his mouth slightly opened and his eyes wide. A million thoughts go through his head right now, but he can not get any other words out. Surely you would have told him if you got pregnant somehow, right? 'Wow, don't look so confused...' you say, like it is the most normal thing in the world, 'Not like we're picking them up in like a week. How can you forget that?' You stare back at him with a confused look on your face, waiting for him to reply to you. 'The dog? Are you kidding me...' He lets out a deep breath and dramatically falls back down on the bed as he realises what 'baby' you are talking about. 'Fucking hell. Adopting a dog is not really the same as having a human baby. You scared the shit out of me,' he says. Letting out another deep breath as he feels his heart rate slow down again. 

'First off, I just said baby, nothing about a human baby, just a baby,' you tell Brandon. You lay down next to him again. Putting one of your legs over his.  'Ok. At least it won't yell at me every two hours because they're hungry or need to shit, like a human.' You roll your eyes at his comment. 'Debatable, puppies also need a lot of training, so. We are going to be busy with them. I just hope it goes wel and I am not stuck with two small children. If you don't take good enough care of him I am going to start charging child support, ok?' you tell him, trying to keep a serious look on your face. 'I am going to be a wonderful dad, I will take him on all the walks, teach him to sit, it is going to be great,' Brandon replies. 'You're going to come home after work and I have taught him how to sit.' You look at him and laugh. 'We will see about that.' 

'About that actually, when do you have time to go to a pet store to buy some more stuff?' you ask him. 'Even more?! Half the apartment is already taken over,' he tells you. It is true that you have a lot of stuff already, but you did forget to buy some things. Like a good bed and maybe some more toys, can never have enough of those. 'We have to buy them a bed, at least. I just wanna get them more,' you say, a small pout forming on your face to try and win Brandon over. 'Stop looking at me like that, it might work. And ok, I get that we need a bed, but if we go to the store together we are probably going to buy way too much stuff again. We need some money left over for the vet and dog food, baby.' Brandon looks at you and gives you a kiss on your forehead. 'We can go later today, if you're down. We need to get some groceries anyway.' You nod in agreement. 'I'm not cooking tonight,' you say and Brandons groans. 'Oh, come on! I can't cook, this is going to be horrible again...' You laugh at his dramatic responds. 'Just make something easy, I don't need a three-course meal,' you tell him. 'Seems like you're getting some mac and cheese then, hopefully not burned or undercooked this time.'

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A little while later you and Brandon are both in the kitchen. Brandon is trying to cook the mac and cheese while you are sitting at the small table with a drink in front of you. Close enough to be able to stop the kitchen from burning down if Brandon somehow messes up really badly. 'Just saying, when you said ''baby'' I thought I fucked up real bad and you were actually pregnant,' Brandon half says half mumbles as he is stirring in the pan. You snicker at how he says it. 'And have you as the dad? No, thank you,' you say. Brandon turns around to face you, eyebrows raised. 'Wow, rude...' You roll your eyes at him. Not like he has said at least a hundred times before he doesn't want to be a dad anytime soon and will probably suck at it. You remember a while ago when you were babysitting one of your nieces. You went grocery shopping and trusted Brandon with them for a minute while you went to a different aisle to grab something and came back to a panicked Brandon without your niece. You spent five minutes walking around the store just to find your niece in the candy aisle. 

'You're more of a daddy than a dad, hon,' you tell him and take a sip of your drink. 'I'll take that. And on that note, what are your thoughts on going to the bedroom?' he asks you, followed by a wink. 'Horrible idea, since you have a pan on the stove. See. This is why you can't cook without supervision, you would have burned the whole apartment complex down just to get your dick sucked.'