Posted: 08.20.2015
Edited: 11.15.2015
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"I'm sorry, you guys want me to what?" Reagan coughs, I, making the terrible decision to ask her about the favor, as she was taking a drink of water.
"Ashton wants a baby, and he wants you to be the surrogate" I repeat, her eyes remaining wide in shock.
"Why do you keep doing that?" She asks accusingly, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Doing what?"
"Why do you keep saying 'Ashton wants' not 'Ashton and I want'?" She asks "Austin, do you not want a baby?" She places her hand on my knee, instantly bringing me a warm feeling inside.
"I don't even know" I sigh "I want to make him happy I guess, and if he wants a baby, I guess that what I'll try and do"
"But Austin, a relationship is two-sided, just because he wants one, doesn't mean you have to. It's all about negotiation"
"I don't even know what to do anymore, I feel like it's not there anymore" I frown, leaning my head on Reagan's chest as she leans back on the couch.
"It's still there, I see the way he looks at you" She runs her fingers through my hair "It's the same way I look at pizza" She giggles.
"But he nags a lot sometimes" I huff, and Reagan chuckles.
"So do you, maybe not to him, but you do to me"
"You're not-" I'm cut off by my phone blaring loudly with Ashton's ringtone. The one he set for himself.
"Hello?"
"What did she say? Oh my god! Did she say yes! I hope she said yes" He gushes, and I look at Reagan who's holding in her giggles.
"Well..." I trail off, looking at Reagan for an answer. She sighs and thinks for a moment, eventually nodding "She said yes" I muster up as much enthusiasm as possible, thankful that he bought it and didn't ask questions.
"Yay! I'm so excited, we'll go to the clinic in the morning" He says happily, and hangs up.
"So how is this all going to work?" Reagan asks.
"We'll go down to the clinic, since I don't think having sex with you would be an option" I chuckle, and Reagan's face falls for a second, but she was quick to cover it with a laugh. Weird "But there, they will take a cup of my 'little fishies' and then they'll stick it up your lady parts" I laugh.
"I still can't believe we call them little fishies" She giggles.
"It's less awkward" I shrug "Well anyways, I better get going, don't want to keep the Princess waiting" I roll my eyes.
"Stop" Reagan scolds, standing up and enveloping me in a hug.
"See you when you guys pick me up" She winks, and I chuckle. I walk out to my car, and get in, making my way home.
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"We'll meet you there" I tell Ashton, and he nods, getting into his car and driving to the clinic, while I get in my car, driving to Reagan's house.
"Good morning" She mumbles, getting into the car with me.
"You alright?"
"Just nervous is all" She shakes her head.
"It'll be okay" I take her hand in mine, as a friendly gesture of course. Or what I had hoped was friendly, she didn't seem to mind however. She encouraged it, by lacing our fingers together, and smiling brightly at me.
We drive to the clinic her hand not leaving mine until we got out, walking into the waiting room. I sat down next to Ashton, who wrapped his arm around mine, leaning his head on my shoulder, and Reagan sat next to me, leaning her head on my other shoulder.
"Reagan, and Austin?" The lady call and the two of us stand up.
"I'll see you at home" Ashton says, and I nod, not even bothering to care that he's leaving.
"Alright, so I'm going to need you to put a sample of your sperm in this cup" The doctor says, handing me a clear plastic cup. I walk into the bathroom, and do what was asked. I walk back out, seeing Reagan on the table her feet spread. Her face is very nervous, and it relaxes slightly when she looks at me.
"Ah good, Mr. Mahone, bring me your sample" The doctor motions to me and I hand him the cup, and walk next to Reagan, who grabs my hand in hers.
"I expect a DNA test, to make sure you didn't cheat on me" I joke to Reagan trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh, that won't be necessary" She fakes nervousness, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"I'll call Maury Povich on you"
"You are not the father" She laughs, trying to mimic Maury.
"I knew it" I laugh.
"I'm glad I have you" She says, the whole conversation taking a serious turn.
"Ditto Sweetcheeks" I pinch her cheeks, that she says are too chubby, but I think they're perfect.
"Alright, we're done" The doctor says, standing up "You guys are free to go"
Reagan stands up, and gets redressed, not worried about me seeing, because after all, I have a boyfriend. We walk out of the clinic and I drive her home, getting a kiss on the cheek and a sweet wave, as she runs into her house. I make my way home, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion when I see the light to my office is on.
"Ashton! What are you doing?" I ask him as I walk in seeing him packing up all my stuff.
"Moving out all this junk to make the nursery" He answers, as if it's nothing.
"All this 'junk' is my work! And why the hell are you moving my stuff when we have a perfectly nice, unused room across the hall?"
"Because this room gets better sunlight" He pouts, continuing to pack my stuff up.
"Doesn't matter, if it needs sun, you can take it outside! But my stuff stays here" I state sternly.
"Is that how it's going to be? We don't even know if she pregnant and you're already acting like you don't want a baby"
"Whatever, I need a drink" I roll my eyes "I want my stuff back where it was" I demand, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a beer out of the fridge.
I messed up... Big time.
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Hi.
So the picture that is hopefully attached is of Lauren Tallichet, and I saw her used in another fanfiction called 'Mercy' by @zefferescent and I thought she was really pretty, so I'm going to use it (Read Mercy if you haven't btw, it's so cute I love it)
Anyways, it's storming outside like really bad, and I just took my meds so I'm extremely tired.
Love from a nugget, Bad_Boy_Hemmo
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