Nine Months of Maybe ~ Mpreg (Boyxboy)

Four: Day Off

I lay in bed and stare at one of the ultrasound pictures. I decided to skip school today to try and get my thoughts together, because I'm not at the capacity to focus in a classroom today. And also I didn't do any of my homework that was assigned to me yesterday. But I have a valid excuse not to have done anything. I swear I sobbed for half an hour yesterday in the parking lot, not because I was sad per se, but I was just really damn confused. And the 'pregnancy hormones' probably didn't help. After I finished crying yesterday, Javi drove us to my house and we laid in my bed for a few hours without talking.

I don't think either of us really knew what to say, so we didn't say anything. He ended up leaving around 10, and he went to school today, but he agreed with me that I shouldn't have to go if I don't want to. All of a sudden I hear footsteps coming down the hall so I throw the pictures under my pillow and pretend I wasn't doing anything, which I wasn't really. A knock comes then my dad opens my door.

"I was wondering when you were gonna wake up. You feeling okay? Why didn't you go to school today?" He asks, coming over and sitting on my bed.

"Mental health day. There's a lot going on and I shouldn't be stressing, so I'm taking the day off to relax and get my mind right," I tell him.

"Want to talk about something?"

"Nah, I think I'll be fine. But what about you? Why didn't you go to work?" I question him, sitting up.

"I just wanted to get the house all cleaned up inside and out. I was thinking of inviting the guy I've been seeing, Matthew, over tonight for dinner. Would you be okay with that?" He asks, sounding kind of nervous, as if I would say no.

"That's a good idea, dad. I've been waiting for you to get serious enough with somebody so that you'd introduce me."

My dad smiles and nods, "Alright, then I'll call him. Hey, see if Javier wants to come, I haven't seen him in a while!" He stands up from my bed and leaves my room to go call his manfriend. I send a text to Javi inviting him to dinner with my dad and his boyfriend-thing. I guess I'll just have to act natural, at least until I figure out what to do about this.

I don't even know how I'm going to start to explain how I got pregnant, but when I tell him, I'm hoping he'll be too shocked that I'm able to carry a baby inside me as a male to yell at me for getting pregnant in the first place. I'm sure he never thought he'd be in this situation, and neither did I.

Less than a minute later, I get a reply from Javi agreeing to come over and telling me that he loves me. I send back a kissy face emoji and reach back to get the ultrasound pictures from under the pillow to look at them again. I guess this explains the vomiting, weight gain, the overeating, and being tired. Will I still be able to play basketball since I have babies inside of me? I mean, I was playing before I knew about it, so I guess there's really no reason to stop. Although I should probably stop doing crunches.

I look down at the top picture again to see the two little bubbles that touch on one side. I guess the one on the left kind of looks like a baby, but the one on the right looks like a circle. Is that one even a baby? I turn the picture upside down and look at it sideways. Ohh, maybe that's just the top of it's head or something. I wonder when I can know if they're boys or girls.

I hide the pictures again and go to my laptop on the other side of the room and go to Google. I type in my question and something comes up that says 18 weeks at the earliest, but then another site says that 3D ultrasounds may be able to see sooner. Then I see the cost of 3D ultrasounds for twins and close the window. Eh, I'm okay to wait 6 weeks. Especially since I don't really want the whole world knowing about this. If Doctor Holcomb, Javi, my dad--eventually--, and I are the only ones to know, I'll be fine with that.