Unplanned Pregnancy :Tronnor mpreg✔️

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Troye had been in L.A for a week and he was still trying to adjust to the sudden change. Every morning when he woke up he'd wake expecting to see that lovely smile and bright blue eyes, and that happy voice telling him good morning. Then at night he'd go to bed and cry, rubbing his stomach and thinking about how he was going to raise a child all by himself.

Of course Troye knew some single parents that managed to be happy and raise their kids perfectly but Troye was young and could barely take care of himself. How was he supposed to raise a tiny, helpless human?

Thinking about it was only stressing him out more than what he already was and tears were starting to well in his eyes. Touching his stomach Troye knew he had to fight, get past everything that happened and try. Try to be the best parent any child could have because that child was only going to have one.

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Putting on his grey beanie and navy blue coat, he told Tyler that he was going to go out for a walk.

"Want me to go with you?" Tyler asked, looking over at Troye from his laptop, his fingers still typing away quickly even though he wasn't looking at the keyboard. Troye almost thought he was a wizard but he knew Tyler's life was the Internet. It only made sense he was great at typing.

"No, it's fine. I need some air," Troye said stuffing his hands in his pocket. Tyler smiled sympathetically.

"Okay, just don't go too far." Troye nodded and opened the door. "And don't spend too much time inside your head. It's not healthy, for either of you," Tyler spoke and once again Troye nodded.

"I know." But it's not like he could help it. It's not like he could forget the past two years with the flick of a switch because if he could he would've the second Joe left him. But he couldn't and now had to walk around with the memories and the question he would probably never get the answer to: what did I do wrong?"

-

Fifteen minutes into the walk, Troye feet began to hurt and he was starting to get a little winded. He had walked a little ways from Tyler's apartment and ended up near a park. L.A was giant and Troye decided that discovering more of the city was going to have to wait and walked towards a bench facing the playground where some kids were playing.

Sitting down, Troye leaned back against the wooden bench and let out a sigh as he stretched his legs. He was only three months, he didn't think he'd be this tired already. Hopefully it meant that his baby was healthy and growing how it was supposed to. He was due for another check up with his new doctor soon so he'd find out then how his baby was doing.

"I wonder what you're gonna be like," Troye said to himself, or well his stomach to be exact. Were they going to be like him? Or were they going to be like Joe?

A part of Troye hoped that the child was nothing like Joe, fearing that having a reminder would affect his feelings towards the child but another part of him wanted it. To have a reminder that their two years wasn't a joke and at one point was full of love.

But no matter what the child was like, Troye would love them with all his heart.

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"Troye?" Upon hearing his name, Troye looked over and saw none other than Connor walking towards him. A red beanie covering his head and a paper cup of coffee in his hands. Smiling slightly, Troye waved. His heart thumping loudly in his chest for god knows what reason as Connor walked towards him. "Can I sit?" Connor asked.

"Um, yeah," Troye said and moved over a little. Connor smiled a sat down. A little too close, Troye noted but didn't say anything.

"So how have you been?" Connor asked, taking a sip of his coffee as he looked over at Troye. Troye shrugged.

Terrible. "Ok. What about you?"

"Great," Connor beamed and took another drink. Troye nodded, not having anything else to add to their conversation. If that's what you could call it.

The last time Troye had talked to Connor was when they met. And like Troye said, Connor didn't seem like a bad person, Troye just had trouble talking to new people. Who wasn't?

"You don't talk much, do you?" Connor asked.

"I don't have much to say." It was a lie but if Troye told Connor everything he had on his mind, Troye could kiss any possible friendship with the green-eyed boy goodbye.

"I bet that's not true. Tell me a little about yourself." Troye almost rolled his eyes at Connor who reminded him of every single one of his teachers on the first day of school where you'd go around a circle and introduce yourself. Those days were horrible and Troye preferred not taking a trip down memory lane but what the hell? He did it everyday anyways.

Not knowing where to begin, he started off simple.

"Well, I was born in South Africa but then moved to Australia. Perth to be exact. I lived in a friendly neighborhood where all the houses looked the same and every morning some kid on a bike would throw a newspaper on your porch. Thinking about it, I now know why I hate riding bikes." Connor chuckled and smiled, allowing Troye to continue.

"I didn't have many friends, not that I minded anyways. After I graduated high school, I moved to London where I was planning to study. I didn't know what I wanted to be so I didn't finish. That's around the time I met Tyler and... Joe." A frown was starting to form on his face as he thought about him.

"Joe. That asshole that reeled me in with pretty lies. That told me he loved me and for two years let me believe it. That left me pregnant while he's off with some fucking skank!" At this point, Troye was aware that he'd said too much. But he'd said it and there was no turning back. Troye wanted to blame Connor for asking him details about him but he didn't. Connor was just being nice and Troye got too lost in his mind. Something Tyler told him to avoid.

The silence around them was thick and Troye waited for Connor to stand up and just leave. Joe did, so what was stopping Connor? Troye fidgeted nervously in his seat and decided that maybe he should make the first move and leave. Obviously Connor didn't want to seem rude so Troye would just do it for him.

Standing up Troye stuffed his hands in his pockets and started to walk away from Connor feeling a little hurt. But the feeling left as soon as Troye felt fingers wrap around his wrist.

"Let me walk you back to Tyler's." Troye said nothing, looking into Connor's green eyes that were filled with questions and so much to say but above all Troye knew they were fine. Connor wasn't Joe.

"Sure." Was all Troye said and they began their journey to Tyler and Korey's place in a peaceful silence where for the first time since leaving London, Joe never crossed Troye's mind.