Surrogate | A.M. |

The disclaimer below is also in the about section of the story so if you read it there there's no need to read it twice, it's literally the same exact thing, thank you :)

DISCLAIMER: This story is very old and needs hella editing. i.e There are sentences in Italian that aren't translated until the authors note at the end and at this point in time I have no time to edit it. I am a full time college student, and have a full time job over the summer so there's no time for me to edit right now. If you don't feel like flipping through or waiting until the end, than don't read. And if you read it and decide you want to comment your distaste for how my story is written, then kindly keep your opinions to yourself because a sis is gonna clap back.

I'm pretty sure it gets better as the story goes on as I've realized it's pretty frustrating, but like I said, I have no time to update my stories right now, as I have over 20 of them, and about half aren't even finished. 

"Austin, I think we should have a child" Ashton grins happily.

"And how are we supposed to do that?" I snort, taking a swig of my beer. Ashton sighs, covering his face with his hands "I'm sorry" I sigh, walking over to him.

"It's fine I get it" He huffs "We don't need one, it's fine"

"No, we can have one" I say, not meaning it, but knowing it makes him happy.

"Really?!" He asks happily, and I nod "Well we need a surrogate! But who? I don't know anyon-" He cuts himself off with a snap "Reagan!"

"What about Reagan?" I ask, confused as to why he'd mention my best friend.

"She can be our surrogate mother! She's always wondered what it'd be like to be pregnant, not sure why, she's an odd one. But anyways, she's never wanted the commitment of having an actual child! Austin, we can have her, have our baby" He places his hands on my shoulders looking up at me "Plus she's hot, and you're hot, so we'd have to have a hot child" He adds with a chuckle making me laugh.

"Okay" I nod "I'll ask her"

"Yay yay yay!" He cheers, jumping up and down.

I sigh and lean against the kitchen counter.

A baby... An actual baby... Made by Reagan and I.

Holy fuck!

:.:.:.

So it's new story time!!

Why I get ideas on stories when school is going to start? I have no idea, but shit happens!

I really will like this story, but tbh I don't think I could write boyxboy smut, so I won't.

Love from a nugget, Bad_Boy_Hemmo