"Son of a bitch," Alexander groans to himself, leaning against the bathroom door. "This can't be happening," he murmurs to himself. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his heart speed up. What if John doesn't want to be with him anymore? What if John doesn't want to take care of a kid with him? "John?" he shakily calls out as he opens the door.
"Yes, baby?" comes his boyfriend's voice. Okay. He can do this.
"Can you come over here?" he asks.
"Sure thing!" John calls. Alex twists the hem of his shirt in his hands, sniffling softly. Wasn't the testosterone supposed to stop this? What if John hates him? What if all his friends hate him? Fuck. He feels like throwing up by the time John makes it up to him. "Wassup babygirl?" he asks, flashing Alexander a bright smile. This bright smile falters when large tears start to drip down Alexander's cheeks. "Oh, crap, is everything okay?" John wraps his arms around Alex, gently rocking him back and forth as he starts to break down.
Alexander takes a deep and shaky breath. He can't meet John's eyes. "I'm pregnant." And then it goes silent. "I-I-I'm sorry," he mutters. He feels tears on his shoulder and he realizes that John is now crying. "Fuck John, I-I'm so sorry."
John pulls back and places his hands on Alex's cheeks. "No, no, Alex, Alex, I-I'm fine with this! Are you?" Alexander nods slowly and John grins.. "Then there's nothing to worry about! I'm sure the Schuylers will be able to pitch in to help with the money and taking care of the baby and it's all going to be okay, okay?"
Alexander slowly smiles back and nuzzles into John's hands. "Okay."
