baby shower // mpreg joshler

1- hermaphroditism

-TYLER-

"Tyler Joseph?" I look up at my phone to a nice blonde looking nurse calling my name. I stood up from my seat, shoving my phone in my pockets and making my way to the doctors.

My doctors name was Mr.Urie, God- I actually hate calling him that. He's been my friend for years, he's name is Brendon and he'll kill his friends if they call him Mr.Urie.

"Hello, my name is Dr.Urie I'll be seeing yo-"

"Brendon."

"TY GUY!"

Brendon brought me into a hug which I couldn't help but to return back, he's been my friend for six years now, even before highschool graduation he's been my main boy- main boy? My man? My bro? Yeah- my bro, he's been my bro since highschool. And for some reason he wants to cut people open and sew then back together as a job, where as I work at a movie theater. Manager actually- like, back the fuck up or I'll take your ticket away.

I sat down on the nicely cleaned exam tables and watched Brendon with his stupid little clipboard and his stupid but oddly attractive glasses, he looked grown up -in that hot sexy dream doctor- sort of way.

"What's been happening with you lately?" Brendon drummed on the clipboard making it hard to concentrate, really- but I suppose since he has to act 'professional' all the time he likes to cut loose when a friend is there.

"Uh, well- I've been really sick, like, throwing up and shit. That and I've been hurting in my stomach, so I thought that maybe something was up in there," I took a moment to breath as it was also hard to do that as well. "So, nausea, and stomach pains, have you noticed any sort of energy drainage- like fatigue or anything?" There is my doctor sounding Brendongus I know and love. I nod my head and watch him to further write of his white clipboard. He was smirking to himself as he looked back at me and stood up straight.
"I'll be right back, Tyler." Brendon walked out and I began to text my boyfriend, his name is Josh.

T: Brendon says hi
J: hi Brendon
T: he's not here rn
J: well damn. How'd it go?
T: I don't know, Brendon's being slow.
J: tell him you have a boyfriend at home to do dirty things to and he'll let you go.
T: Jesus you might have a sex problem.
J: nah. Protection is the key
T: BLASPHEMY I SAY
J: what?
T: You didn't use any rubbers last time.
J: Well it's not like I'm going to knock you up.
Tyler: true.

"Tyler, I need you to piss on a stick." Brendon walks in and sits beside me on the table. I stared slightly confused, if I'm honest now. "You see me fren, Your symptoms are a lot like pregnancy, and with your condition it's not unlikely."

"My condition- wait what the actual fuck is this?" I stood up in a rush, I don't know why, I guess I didn't want to sit anymore.

"Tyler, you have Hermaphroditism, and what that mean is that you have a ovaries, Fallopian tubes, all that. It's intersex, every year one child is born like that." Brendon explained and after ten or so minutes of calming me down he had finally talk me into taking the test. I gave the test back to Brendon, not exactly wanting to know if I actually was- how the fuck am I doing this?

"Who would be the dad? I mean- if you are, that is." Brendon asked, he was amused by this, I could tell.

"Uh, well. Do you remember that Josh guy from the highschool soccer team- yeah, him." Brendon stayed silent like he was thinking, soon after he grinned widely and said, "Good job!"

A few minutes pass of a pregnancy test soaking in a cup piss later, Brendon took out my test and wiped it down with a wet wipe and examined it. I stared in suspense waiting for Brendon to say I wasn't.

"Tyler," Brendon caught my attention and handed me the test back. So I looked at it and-

I am.
But I can't be?
How can I be?
I'm going to kick Josh's fucking ass.
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Okay okay it's my first mpreg story ever, so bare with me. In the next chapter Tyler tells Josh... so that's definitely a reason to keep reading my shit. Okay bye.