The Irish Affect

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I looked down at my little boy, my little Ryan. He slept soundly, his head leaning on my breast for support. Despit what you may think, I am not a woman; no, I am a man, my name is Zayn, Zayn Malik. How did I end up with a son and boobs, than, you ask? Well, I'm one of the few men in the world that can get pregant and my father is a doctor, he works at the biggest hosipital in London, but he's insane. He took sperm from the sperm bank and impregnanted me with it, I didn't want to be impregnanted, but he didn't listen to me.

I grew breasts during my pregnancy, much to my despare, my mother got many bras for me because of it. Birth was horrible, very painful and, unfortunatley, natural; yes, I pushed a six pound baby out of my anus without any medication. It was fucking awful, but I made it and so did Ryan. He's six weeks old now, but I have to get out of here before my dad does something to him, or me again.

"We're gonna get out of here, I swear." I whispered to my sleeping son. "We're gonna be okay, Ry. Daddy promises."

 My baby boy slumbered on, not knowing how much things were about to change.

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I slung the giant baby bag full of all my stuff, and Ryan's, over my shoulder. I picked up Ryan and snuck down the stairs and out the back door. I took one last look at the house that will forever be the reason for my problems before jogging away. I went two miles to the bus stop before sitting down on the bench. Ryan began to cry as I sat down, I rocked him quickly, really not wanting to feed him in public, but he just wouldn't stop. I frowned, but nether the less I rolled up my shirt and put my son's face by my nipple. It didn't take long at all for him to latch himself onto my nipple, greedily drinking the milk my breasts provided for him.

The bus soon arrived and I had to detach Ryan to get on. The odd looks I got from people made my stomach turn, but I kept my tight hold on my son as I sat down in an empty seat and let him return to feeding. Soon, we were in down town London full of load, busy people and lots of sight seeing places. I pushed my way through crowds of people to get into a hotel, I only had a couple hundred pounds and needed a place to stay while I look for a job. I don't know how many nights my money could get me because I will need more diapers and food, but I need somewhere to stay tonight.

"Hello, sir. How may I help you?" A kind faced woman with long, red hair and bright green eyes with many freckles asked.

"I need a place to stay." I said, rocking the restless baby in my arms.

"For how long?" She asked.

"As long as this can get me." I said, placing  two hundred pounds on the desk.

I had another hundred fifty in my pocket, but I needed that for diapers and food.

"I'm afraid that will only get you two nights, sir." She said with a frown, and I could see that she truley wanted to help, but she also didn't want to lose her job.

"I just need a place to stay while I look for jobs. I can't stay on the street with this one." I said, gesturing to Ryan, who was now tugging on my ear.

"Don't you have family who you can stay with?" She asked.

"No." I told her.

"I... I can put in an extra night, free access to the breakfast buffet and a cot in your room. It sounds like you need it."

"I can't ask that of you."

"Look, kid, you look like you could use a break. You've got a kid and you don't have any family and you need a job, I want to help. Just don't let anyone find out I'm paying for an extra night."

"Thank you so much..."

"It's no problem. What's your name?"

"Zayn Malik."

"Here's your key, Zayn. Room 316."

I smiled and mouthed 'thank you' once again before taking the key and making my way to the elevator. Ryan was pulling on my ear with one hand and my chin with the other, but I knew it was just him being the little boy that he is. The elevator opened up to the third floor, and I made my way to room 316.

"Ready to see home for the next three days, Ryan?" I asked my cutie-pie little son.

I unlocked the door and went in. I sighed in relief when I saw it was a clean looking room with a big bed, a mini fridge, a tv, a phone, a phone book, a bathroom, a closet, and a cot was set up in the room. I put Ryan down in the cot, putting down a few toys with him as I unpacked our stuff. We really didn't have much, but we'll have to make do while I look for  job. I realized that I really wanted to find Ryan's other father too; dad got the sperm from the London sperm bank, so the guy most be here in London. I don't know what I expected for the guy, or what he would like or how he'd react; all I know is he must be pale and have blue eyes because those are two traits Ryan has that he didn't get from me.

"We're gonna be okay, Ryan. I promise." I whispered.