Odd Tronnor One Shots

Daddy (Mpreg)

a/n: IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A BIT TAKE THIS KINDA LONG KINDA NOT ONE SHOT AS AN APOLOGY ILY
IF THE COFFEE FIC REACHES 100 READS I WILL WRITE MORE SMUT YAYYYAYAYAY
I rush into the bathroom, spilling all the contents in my stomach into the toilet. The disgusting puke leaves a sickening taste in my mouth. Groaning in discomfort, I lie down on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor and relax my overheating body. I've been throwing up most mornings for the last several months and I always get these cramps all over my body, making it impossible to want to get out of bed to do something productive. Troye soon comes running into the room and gasps, most likely concerned.
"Connor! Are you okay?" He kneels next to me and strokes my hair lovingly. I attempt to smile at him, but all I could manage was an odd grunt. He smiles at me and I suddenly feel a sense of security.
"Let's get you back to bed."
He picks me up and carries me bridal style to our soft king sized bed. Tucking me in, he kisses the top of my head and runs down after telling me he'll get me some hot soup.
I've been eating so much lately, I've gained about 10kgs! I'm blowing up. There's quite a large bump in my stomach but Troye says he loves me the way I am. He also told me to visit a doctor, but I'm terrified. What if I have cancer? What if I'm dying?
All these thoughts continue to run through my head as Troye serves me a bowl of warm soup. I spoon it into my mouth, still swimming in my pool of thoughts. My eyes fixatated on the blank white wall, I think about all the possible diseases I could have.
Oh god, what if..
What if I'm pregnant?
No it can't be, Troye and I always use protection, and also we rarely have sex. The last time we had sex was 8 months ago. Maybe I should just see a doctor.
"Connor? Be careful, you'll spill it!" Troye's shrill warning breaks me from my train of fears running inside my head. I snap back into reality and tighten my grasp on the bowl. When I glance into Troye's eyes, I see fear. Like he knows something I don't, and that scares me.
"Troye? What do you think is wrong with me?" I whimper, my whole body shaking slightly. He frowns and raises his hand to my cheek, caressing it softly.
"I don't know, Con. I'm almost as scared as you are. But we'll get through this together," He tells me, kissing my cheek. This is why I love Troye Sivan Mellet.
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"Congratulations, Connor. You are 8 months pregnant."
The second those words left the doctors lips, horror dawned on me. What will Troye think? Male pregnancies aren't very common, but they do happen from time to time. He'll leave me; he doesn't want a whale for a boyfriend. I bet he already suspects it and is packing his bags right at this moment. When I get home they'll be a note on the counter from him telling me that he's leaving for good.
I pull up in the driveway and there he is. But he isn't holding any suitcases or anything. There is a bouquet of red roses sitting in his hands. A bright smile is plastered on his face, and a rosy blush coats his cheeks.
"Connor," He says as I get closer and closer to my love. "I just wanted to say, I love you so much. And thank you for always being here for me. When I'm sad, happy, ecstatic, whatever I am, you're always there to hear me rant, even if I ramble on and on about the most boring things. I know I can rely on you to be my therapist, my boyfriend.."
He reaches into his pocket and produces a small black box. He gets down to one knee.
"And now, possibly my husband. Connor Joel Franta, will you marry me?"
He reveals a gorgeous diamond ring with 'forever' engraved on the inside. Tears are streaming down my face as I nod my head. He takes my left hand and slips the precious ring over my ring finger. It's a bit tight, but probably because I'm fucking pregnant and I've got fat fingers.
"Troye, I have to tell you something," I say seriously as the excitemelt slowly wears down a bit.
"Yes?" Troye takes both of my hands in his.
"I'm 8 months pregnant."
His jaw drops before he hugs me a little too tight for comfort. Moisture drips onto the back of my shirt and I hear little cries leave his mouth.
"Connor, we're dads. Holy fuck, I love you so much," He sobs into my ear. I giggle as I stroke his soft curls, embracing the cute moment while it lasts. He recovers quickly, and wipes his face.
"Did you just find out today?" He asks. I nod.
"Wait so you've been pregnant for 8 months and you didn't know?" He snickers. I pout and start to protest.
"I suspected it, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions!"
He laughs, then leans his head on my shoulder. Until a massive smirk grows on his face.
"So, our child isn't the only one that's gonna call me daddy."
"Troye Sivan Mellet, I'm going to fucking kill you!"