Time Is Not What Matters

Part 33-

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Let me just apologize for not updating in over 5 Months. I've been really struggling and I've barely stayed afloat. It is May 2nd right now and I wanted to give you a little something. I'm so sorry. ALSO I'm working on two new books, one is a one shot book and the other is an actual story, let me know what you think.

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Scott and Mitch have moved in together, and gotten married. They knew everyone had been waiting for this for a long time, they had too to be honest. Mitch finalized his divorce with Travis, obviously.  It was a fairly quick ordeal and Travis didn't give them much grief. The two apologized and are now civilized.

Scott had his follow up doctors appointment and he looked really good. He is now back to full function, and crazy in the bedroom. The are married and their anniversary is in two months, married for two years.

Kirstie was still acting strange around everyone, but especially by Mitch. The look she gave him was as if he just killed her puppy and called her outfit ugly. Mitch didn't know what to do, he just wanted his friend back that's all he wanted. It had been almost two years, what grudge could she be holding.

It was around Christmas time now and they, the trio, were flying out to Arlington to be with their familie for the holidays. Their parents had this tradition of inviting the three families all to one house and having a big dinner and gift exchange for friends, and in the morning it would be exclusively for family. This year was going to be different though. Mitch was no longer with Travis and he and Scott were married.

---Time Skip To The Night Before They Fly Home---

Mitch's POV
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"Scott! Can you come here for a minute?!" I yelled up the stairs.

"What's wrong!" He almost screamed as he rushed through the door.

I held three positive pregnancy tests. My hands shaking. He stood there just staring at them, tears escaping his eyes.

"You're pregnant." It barely came out a whisper, a huge smile plastered on his face.

"I am."

"Oh my god!!" He cried.

"Your going to be a daddy in more that one sense."

"Oh god, I don't want to be called daddy. I want to be papa, dad, dadda, pop. Anything but daddy. What do you want to be called?" Scott asked me willing his tears.

"Either momma, or dad? I don't know." I say.

"I can't believe we made a human being! How are we going to tell your parents?! Or my parents!" He yells excitedly.

"We could make a card that says:" We have made you a grandkid." That would be funny." I laughed.

"We could buy them mugs that say: "grams and pop"
They would be confused for a minute but then they would get it."

"Or we could stay until New Years and get a sonogram and get a pic for them." I suggest.

"That would be great! Let's do that!"

"God, I can't believe it Scotty." I said resting my hand on my mom existent bump.

"I know. What do you say we go and celebrate?" Scott said, a smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.

"Okay, I'm down for that. Literally."

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Hello people of the internet. I am sorry. I have major depression and anxiety so I have taken some time off but now I'm hopefully back. So if you want to see something specific let me know!

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