Mᴀᴛᴇs Fᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ {DNF ᴏᴍᴇɢᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ}ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 ~𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮

Tw: Talk of miscarriage, talk of overdose, talk of neglect

There will be pretty large time skips because I don't know how to write pregnancy onto a man since they don't bleed during heat, so there's not spotting or shit, so I don't know. I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible.
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He lays in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling before he feels the gel his his stomach, surprisingly warm and not cold, the cold finally touching his skin when the sensor thing touches his skin, stomach clenching before the warm gel takes over and the lady rubs the gel around with the cold object. He closes his eyes before she smiles and gets his attention, pointing to the screen to show a small blob. "That's your baby at 10 weeks, George." He smiles and giggles, the, now warm, object drags over his skin again before coming off.

He walks into the house, Dream walking in behind him with a small smile on his face. "How'd it go?" Lev asks from the couch, the brunette standing nearby to respond. "It went good! The baby's healthy and growing well." He says, pulling out the photos and handing them to the blonde. "Look at my little grand baby." He quietly says, a smile covering his face before George giggles and taps his shoulder, lifting his shirt to show a slight bump. Lev smiles and chuckles before George lays next to him, head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his arm.

"I'm excited for you, George. I know how you felt because that's how my ex felt before he had the girls. He didn't know how to tell me or his parents." He mumbles before looking at the wall in front of him, zoned out.

"We were young when he first got pregnant, about your age, and he had a miscarriage because he had tried to overdose but failed. The meds killed the baby rather than him..." He mutters, tearing up slightly as he messes with a bracelet. "I'm sorry, dad.." He just shakes his head and looks over at george with a small smile. "It's just how life works, George. Things happen. You just have to live through them."

George knows what happened to Levs ex-boyfriend, so he knows that his Nolans death probably hit him easier because he went through the love of his life's death before. George just hopes he doesn't have to go through the same thing, raising their children alone for years until he meets someone new. He would just become a widow if Clay died. He wouldn't know what to do with his life at that point.

After a while of watching shows, George goes to his room, sitting on the bed and texting Dream.

Dream <3

George
Hey babe

Dream <3
Yes, love?

George
I'm cold.

Dream
Cover up, idiot.

George
Fine. Bitch. No cuddles for a week.

Dream
Nooooo!!!

He just laughs and puts his phone down, curling into the blanket, quietly purring and playing tetris on his phone. He soon hears his door open, so he fakes sleep, hoping not to let the other know he's awake.

"Love? Are you awake?" He whispers, walking to the bed and moving some messy hair out of the brunettes eyes, his hand on his cheek. He sighs and grabs the phone from the brunettes hand, placing it on the nightstand and plugging it in. He moves the blanket down and climbs in, pulling George to his chest.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. My mom was yelling at me, and I had to hold back from yelling at her.. she's been like this since I got with you. She hides it from you so that you think she accepts us, but she's a raging homophobe, trying to be supportive.." He mumbles, small sniffles popping in between some words.

"She started drinking again once I told her I was gay a few months before you came to school. She stopped after a while, but started back up when I told her about us... I really wish she could actually act like she cared when im alone with her... she acts like she wants me dead, and I don't think she trusts me in the house at all.. anytime I'm in a room besides my own, she just.. follows me like some sort of spy or some shit."

George kisses his chest and sighs. "I'm sorry you have to deal with that.. how but I ask lev for you to live here? I could see if I could get a job with you to help him with bills from both of us." He nods and curls up to George, pulling him tighter to his chest. "I wish she just cared about me for once in her life.."

The blonde sighs and softly kisses the pale skin of the shorter forehead. "I'm really glad I met you, George.." he mumbles, drifting to sleep, leaving George awake, softly running his fingers over the tan skin and kissing the others' chest before falling asleep himself. "I'm glad I met you too, Clay.."

He wakes up and notices that the blonde isn't in the room with him anymore. The sheets next to him are empty and wrinkled, the slight scent of apple pie covering the sheets. He looks over at the time, seeing its 10am on a Sunday.

Dream soon walks in with a tray filled with two plates and a few bowls and then holding two Mason jars with handles, straws peeking through the top. "Good morning, darling. How'd you sleep?" He says, tone sweet like honey but low from waking up.

"I slept pretty well. I didn't wake up at any time throughout the night like usual." He mumbles, rubbing his eye and yawning, arms stretching above his head as he sits up, shirt riding up peeking his stomach out.

"That's good," He softly smiles and places the tray down in front of the brunette, the legs of the tray on either side of his thighs. "I made us breakfast. It's just some waffles with syrup and fruit in the bowls and chocolate milk in the glasses." He explains, pointing at the beautifully laid out breakfast making george smile and tear up, an upside down smile making a few stray tears fall down his pink tinted cheeks.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" He panics, trying to figure out why George is crying when he thought he had everything planned out. "No! Nothing is wrong. This is amazing. I love it." He says, sniffling and wiping his face, leaving Dream confused but happy he did nothing wrong.

"I didn't think you would do something like this." He whispers, looking up at Dream.

Blonde hair glowing in the morning sunlight, green eyes shining like tall grass in a flower field, freckles dusting his cheeks like Autumn leaves that have fallen from tall oak trees, lips a perfect crimson while his teeth are a bright white, shining bright in the August sunlight.

"Of course I'd do this for you; I'd do anything for you, George. I love you." He says, making George happily sob, tears pouring down his face and his teeth peeking through his pink lily lips.

"I love you too, Clay..." He cries as he holds onto the others' shirt, face pressed into his chest as he moves the tray to the nightstand, holding the brunette closer.

Once he's done crying, they eat the waffles with the syrup and fruits, drinking the chocolate milk in the meantime.

George lays next to Dream, leg resting over his thigh and his head on his chest, hand by his head, movie playing as he lays there and closes his eyes, drifting to sleep for a nap, the crying and creation going on inside of him tiring him out, putting him in a deep state of sleep on the blondes chest, ears twitching and tail wagging lightly.
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I like the ending. Alot. It's really cute.