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                              "What!? You're lying!" Troye exclaims once he really processes what the doctor had just said. It couldn't be true. Dr. Chapman smiled softly and nodded his head. This wasn't his first time seeing this reaction and he honestly couldn't blame them.
                              "We ran your blood and urine sample and we detected that you're almost two months." Troye shook his head and held it with his hands. This couldn't be happening. 
                              "But I took pregnancy tests," he whispered under his breath, remembering how just last month he took two and they said negative. He almost wanted to sue the company for lying to him.
                              "Yes but they don't always work," the doctor says gently.
                              "Clearly," Troye unintentionally spats. He had just received information that he still can't wrap his mind around. There's a baby growing inside of him and he doesn't know how to feel or what to do.
                              Most importantly, he doesn't know how to tell Joe.
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                              The drive back to their apartment was quiet. It was a thick silence that Troye didn't like and made him itch uncomfortably. He knew he wasn't the only one to notice it. Joe kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and stealing worried glances at Troye.  
                              "Troye you haven't said anything since you left the doctors office. What's wrong? Are you dying?" Joe finally asks. Troye's stomach drops and he feels like crying. He promised he wouldn't lie to Joe but he just can't tell him. Not yet at least. 
                              "No I'm not dying. I just have a stomach flu s'all," Troye says and fakes a smile. Joe seems to buy it and holds Troye's hand as they continue their drive home.
                              Once they get there, Troye goes to their room and curls up in their bed. He's tired. Emotionally and physically. Joe follows him and pecks his forehead.
                              "My boss called me and he said he wants to talk. Want me to bring you some soup on my way back?" Troye smiles and nods. "Okay. I'll be back in a little bit. Call me if you need anything."
                              "Alright."  Joe's grabs a sweater and then leaves the room. Troye waits for the sound of the front door opening and when he hears it closing he finally breaks. Tears stream down his face as he holds his stomach. He knows that there isn't really anything in there yet, but eventually there will be. He wanted kids but not now.
                              Pulling out his phone he dialed Zoella. He needed to talk to someone. To share what he was feeling before it drove him mad or worse, hurt the fetus growing inside of him. 
                              On the third ring she answered. "Hey Troye! What's up?" He couldn't help it and let out a loud sob, answering her question as best as he could.
                              "I-I'm pregn-nat," he stuttered into the phone. Zoe squealed and immediately began congratulating him, misjudging his crying for happy tears rather than distressed. Troye wished he could share her joy. The thought of him having a baby with Joe made him happy. They created something special out of their love but still, he was scared.
                              "Wow I'm so happy for you guys! I'm gonna kill Joe for not telling me. He must be so happy," Zoella says. Troye sniffles.
                              "He doesn't know."
                              "What?"
                              "I haven't told him yet."
                              "Why not? What's wrong Troye?" He covers his face with his hands and continued to cry. 
                              "I'm scared he's going to be mad." Zoe gasps.
                              "Why would he be mad? Unless... Is it not his?" Now it's Troye's turn to gasp.
                              "Of course it is!"
                              "Then why would Joe be mad love?"
                              "Because we weren't expecting a child not are we ready for one! He's already stressed enough about work and bringing a child into  the mess I just... I don't know what to do." Zoe sighs.
                              "I know my brother and he's never be mad at you. He loves you too much. Tell him. Yes he'll be surprised but he wouldn't hate you. Trust me." Troye smiles softly and wipes his salty tear stained face.
                              "I will. Thanks Zoe. I don't know what I'd do without you." She giggles.
                              "You're welcome babe. Good luck." And with that they hang up and Troye snuggles to his pillow. His hand on his non existent belly bump as he falls asleep. Planning to tell Joe the news when he gets home and smiling as he pictures their beautiful future together with their precious baby.
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                              A/N: What did you guys think of this chapter? Was it good or could it have been better?
                              It was short because I wanted to make what happens next it's own chapter. That one will probably be the same length as this or maybe shorter.
                              And for those that want Tronnor don't worry, it will happen after the next chapter. 
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