My Choice (Third in the "Baby Brother Series)

Eighteen

"Tom...I...fuck yes," Miley stammered. "Just tell me one thing, are you marrying me because you got me pregnant?"

"No. Even if you weren't, I'd still ask for your hand," Tom smiled. "I don't think I'll ever love anyone again. I don't know if Bill told you anything about me, but my body count is ridiculously high. The only reason I wasn't dating much is because I was taking care of Bill."

"And why do you love me?"

"Well, let's go back to the first thing you ever did as my boss. We had been working out the details for our contract and my brother was at the beginning of his epilepsy journey. I was facing a custody battle with my grandparents and the paramedics had to take my brother out of that house on a stretcher," Tom sighed sadly. "You immediately stayed by my side without me even asking. You hatched this plan to make sure my brother would stay with me even though you didn't know me well enough to even decide if I was worthy of being his guardian. I thought I was going to lose everything when I kissed you that first time. But then you became my rock. Miley Ray Cyrus, you are my rock. My whole world."

"You mean it?"

"Yes. I do. Billa Monster is the best judge in the world. He's the one that told me to break up with another girl I had been seeing. Truth be told she tried to get between us and it didn't end well. Billa has been hounding me to propose, and yesterday I finally listened to him."

"Gimme the ring, idiot."

She snatched the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. The young couple fell to the ground in a passionate kiss, rolling about on the floor. Tom's shirt was ripped off, followed by Miley's pants and underwear. Fully naked, they didn't care if they got caught. Tom gripped the blonde's thighs and pulled her firmly down on top of himself. Miley's eyes crossed, hoping this wouldn't hurt the baby. Tom watched as she rode him skillfully, thick divots pressed into her thighs from his strong fingers.

She was sure they were making obscene amounts of noise, trying to stifle her own moans. She could hear Tom grunting underneath her, his hands reaching up to touch her full breast. He didn't care how much noise he made. It was risky with a sleeping teenager in the house and an autistic teen with a full set of keys to their home on his way over. Tom didn't hear the lock click or even notice Andy jog in. He didn't even glance at the couple, hearing the noises and immediately moving faster to Bill's room. He didn't see or know what they were doing. He was aware of what sex was, doesn't mean he wants to watch his future brother and sister in law do it. He's not a creep.

Andy gently rapped his knuckles on Bill's door and entered. Billy had been cuddling Andy's pikachu and snoring, rolled up in blankets with only the top of his head and the two ears of the plush sticking out at the top of his fluffy blankets. He wanted to exchange gifts but didn't want to wake Billy. He sat on the floor next to the bed and rested his head on the side next to Bill's feet.

When Bill's knee bonked the back of Andy's head he peeked over the blankets and beamed his megawatt smile at him. He looked sleepy, but still overjoyed that Andy was sitting in his room.

"I thought you were staying with your parents for Christmas?" Bill mumbled.

"I asked to come here. They're inviting people from the church and large gatherings of religious people triggers my PTSD and DID."

"Oh, wanna snuggle with me? I feel bad because I made Miley and Tom worry," Bill frowned, opening up his nest of blankets to let Andy in.

"Don't. They are currently rolling around naked on the floor in the living room."

"Oh, I guess that means Tom finally proposed. About time, big dummy."

"He's marrying her? I see. This doesn't make you think about marriage does it?"

"No. I'm too young and too unstable to think about that shit."

"Well, if you were to marry someone, would it be someone like me?"

"I already told you I think we're end game. But I was listening to you when you voiced your concerns. We are young, incredibly young and marriage and kids should not be what we're thinking about right now."

"As long as you don't think I don't want to. I do. I'd enjoy having you as a partner in life," Andy half smiled, pulling the top layer of blankets from his arms.

"Shit, I forgot you hate that blanket set. I can fix it. I have your blankets under the bed in a bin."

"No this is fine. I was trying to make it easier to cuddle and not be overwhelmed by being touched by both the blankets and your stubbly arms," Andy chuckled. "I don't like it when you shave your arms."

"So you've said, I can put on another shirt. I just didn't want to get out of bed. That way Miley and Tom can finally have some alone time."

"What happened today? Your voice sounds exhausted but not the usual exhausted."

"I wanted to get gifts for Tomi and Mi, but I also wanted them to get the chance to be together out of the hospital. I ended up getting sick again and we had to leave. Tom had to carry me out, I've been having a lot of the myoclonic atonic ones today," Bill frowned. "I only know because Tomi has been worried about me standing up or sitting on stools or even being alone."

"Well, they do worry about you. I worry about you sometimes too, pet."

"I should've just said my head hurt. If I had told that stupid doctor none of this would be happening," Bill shook his head. "No, I shouldn't have gone to that party. Because then my parents would still be alive."

"Say you didn't," Andy started. "How would you have met me then? Tom not being able to afford the school you were in is why you transferred schools and moved to this neighborhood. I'm not saying that it's great what happened. But you got to meet me because of it."

"You're right," Bill smiled. "And I'm happy I did. All those other assholes at school wouldn't have been good enough."

"Speaking of, they miss you. People have asked me where you were. It seems since we started dating we've become popular."

"Yeah, we're one of two gay couples. The school normally wouldn't allow that shit but they're trying to be 'progressive'. I wonder if they'll start holding lgbtq assemblies soon."

"Want to sleep? You look exhausted."

"Yeah. Just hold me, okay?"

"You got it."