Robby sat at his desk at work, staring at his computer screen. He looked to the clock, checking it multiple times every minute. God, come on... I've got to get home to him. He's sick... he needs me... He tapped his fingers against his desk, checking the clocked again and groaned. What if he got dizzy and passed out? What if he can't move from the bed? He's been like this for days now, it can't be normal... Maybe I should call someone... have them stop by to check on him?... He leaned back in his chair, and tried to concentrate on the paperwork in front of him, waiting for the time he could leave.
As he finished the last paper his boss needed, Robby looked at the clock. 10:43 P.M. He quickly gathered his coat and bag and walked out. When he arrived home, he quietly entered the house, noting the lights were all off except the one to the front porch. He tossed his things onto the couch and made his way upstairs, walking quickly but quietly to the bedroom. Baylen laid on his side of the bed, curled in a ball against Robby's pillow, fast asleep. Robby sighed as he walked in further, undressing from his work clothes and crawled into bed next to him. He smiled as Baylen cuddled against his side, sighing in his sleep.
~*The Next Morning*~
Robby awoke to being knocked out of the bed as Baylen quickly crawled over him. As Robby hit the ground, the blankets tangled around him, Baylen ran from the room to the bathroom. The door slammed shut as Robby sighed, rubbing his neck and stood. He tossed the blankets back onto the bed and walked toward the bathroom door while stretching.
Robby stood outside the bathroom door waiting, “Baylen? Are you sure you're okay? You've been sick for a couple days now...” He wrinkled his nose, hearing Baylen get sick again. He sighed and knocked lightly on the door, “Bay can I please come in?”
He heard Baylen whimper softly from inside then heard footsteps. Baylen opened the door slowly, shaking his head as he walked past him toward the bedroom, “I'm fine... Go to work, you're going to be late.”
Robby bit his lip watching as Baylen laid back down on the bed. He shook his head, “I can call in and tell them I won't be there today.”
“It's a big meeting Robby, you have to go. It's just a stomach virus, I'll be fine,” he mumbled as he curled under the blankets. Robby sighed and walked over, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Baylen's forehead, “Okay, but if you need anything, call me. I'll be home in ten minutes.”
Baylen nodded and Robby went to get ready for work. He checked on Baylen once more and walked out of the bedroom, heading for the front door. As soon as he heard the front door click shut, Baylen climbed out of bed and walked over to the closet. He dug around until he found the box he was looking for. He opened it as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
~*A Few Minutes Later*~
Baylen sat down on the bathroom floor, leaned back against the wall, “It can't be... there's no way...” He stared at the stick in front of him, focusing on the “positive” mark. What's Robby going to think?... God he can't know, he'll leave... Baylen panicked as he stood up, tossing the stick away. He walked back into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror, lifting his shirt. He ran a hand over his stomach slowly, pressing his fingers gently against his skin. No... There's still no way... Suddenly another wave of nausea hit him and he ran toward the bathroom.
~*Five Months Later*~
Baylen sat at the kitchen counter wearing sweat pants and a hoodie. He picked some eggs up on his fork, taking a bite as he looked at the magazine laying on the counter. As he finished the last few bites of eggs, the front door opened and Robby walked in. He lowered his eyebrows as he entered the kitchen, “You're still up?”
