a/n: i loved the last chapter sm i had to write a part 2. also i hate writing in present tense so this is all in past tense
third person pov
"Is my Connor okay? Is he dead? Oh my lord, help, please tell me he isn't dead. Is our baby okay?" Troye fired millions of questions at the receptionist, probably annoying the fuck out of her. Connor was going through a c-section and Troye was so undeniably terrified for his fiancé's life. They were expecting a baby girl.
The couple had childishly argued about names; Connor liked the name Sage, but Troye thought it was too similar to weed. Eventually, they decided on Kayla.
Troye impatiently tapped his foot on the hard floor, his throat clenched with anxiety as he awaited the update. The receptionist, whose name was Zoe, boredly looked up at Troye's panic stricken face and sighed.
"I don't know, okay? Just sit down and wait," She instructed, rolling her eyes the slightest bit. Sighing, Troye slumped into a plastic chair, burying his face into his palms. His eyes moistened.
"Please be okay, Connor."
Time ticked passed, and Troye's hands grew hot and sweaty. He trembled with terror, his curls tangled in his fingers. His breaths became short and sharp. A panic attack was drawing closer and closer. And then a nurse came up to him.
"Troye Mellet?" She checked. Troye nodded.
"They're both alive. But Connor's in pain and he's tired from the blood loss. Your daughter is a bit smaller than expected, but she's fine."
A wide smile spread across Troye's tired face. "Can I see him?" Relief shone in his eyes like little jewels.
"Of course. Follow me."
When he set his eyes on Connor for the first time in 2 hours, the first thing he did was run up to him and kiss him. Their lips held so much love and passion as they softly kissed each other. In Connor's arms laid a sleeping newborn the color of a lilac.
"K-Kayla?" Troye stuttered, stroking her thin hair. He nodded. Tears ran down Troye's cheeks as he got handed his child. She was beautiful. He couldn't believe it was his sperm.
"This is so unreal. Oh my god, Connor, I love you so much," He sobbed into Kayla, his curls tickling her nostrils. His eyes caught a faint smile on her face. "Kayla Franta-Mellet," He whispered.
"They cut me up like a science experiment," Connor whimpered, frowning. Troye handed Kayla back to Connor, who cradled her like a pile of gold. "I wouldn't take it back for the world."
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Years passed and Tronnor was now 35 and 38. Kayla was 14. To say she was reckless is an understatement. She sneaked out to parties at 12am when she assured her parents she was working on her homework, she had injudicious sex with random boys she didn't know, she was the opposite of the angel child Troye and Connor thought she was when she was 2.
Kayla did realise she was hurting herself and she told herself she deserved it. She deserved the pain she wished upon herself. You don't decide on what hurts you and what doesn't. She loathed herself. Why, you may ask? In the back of her mind, she knew. She knew she wasn't female.
Or straight.
a/n: okay idk what direction it went but it went in one
thats rhe end sorry
