Step Brother://:Tyler Scheid

34_Clinic

"So, I can't carry a child?" Mom's face drops when she says the words herself, utter disbelief.

"No, Mrs. Scheid, I'm afraid you cannot," the doctor answers. A tallish woman with a young face, she could carry the kid if she needed to.

"Brendon, I'm so sorry." Mom cries silently.

"It's okay, Claire." Claire. Something I've never heard anyone call her before. Brendon rubs his temple. I stand from my chair and slowly make my way over to him. As his right hand is rubbing his temple, his left hand is free at his side. I take my last stride and reach my hand over, slipping into his. I look up at him through my lashes and I see a small blush present itself as he looks down at our hands.

"Mom?" I say.

"Yes, dear?" She looks up, wiping her cheeks.

"What if I carried the baby?" I ask. A dry silence fills the room.

"Andrew you're 16. You'd get hell at school." Mom points out.

"So? I'm just young enough. I might be able to carry a baby. Brendon and Sarah would still be getting their baby from someone in the family. Would it work, Doc?" I look at the doctor. She looks back. I flash her a plea for help.

"Well... her structure seems to be fit, she is quite young but, with parental extent, we could do it. If you're under the age of 35 you have a 10-20% chance of getting pregnant from the artificial insemination. Which is higher than others... If you guys really want this baby..." The doctor stops and looks at Mom. Mom looks over at me and Brendon. Brendon squeezes my hand when Mom's gaze fixates on him.

"Andrew, are you sure you want this? It's a dramatic change to your body," Mom says softly.

"Mom," I start, "Brendon fucking Urie is right next to me, holding my hand. Brendon fucking Urie wants a baby and goddamnit I will get that baby to him because he deserves it. He and Sarah both need this and I'm willing to give myself up as the human incubator if you can't. They want a child, Mom. Brendon fucking Urie wants a fucking baby! And I'm giving it to him if it is the last thing I do!"

"It's your body, not mine," Mom flashes a smile.

"Really?" Brendon damn near jumps.

"You really want this baby, Brendon. And your happiness is what matters," I say as I turn to him, smiling.

"Oh my god! Sarah's going to be so happy!" Brendon picks me up without any notice and lifts me off the ground in a tight squeeze. I squeal and then laugh as he sets me down. "Oh my god! Doc hurry up and check her out!" Brendon urges. The doctor nods.

"I need everyone out of the room before I can do so," the doctor commands.

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"So Andrew can carry the baby?" Brendon asks, his brown eyes full of hope.

"Yes, we will need a... sample." The doctor looks at Brendon expectantly. He looks back at her, a little dumbfounded before he realizes what she means.

"Right..." he says, a little embarrassed. He looks down at the ground to hide his blush. It isn't until now that I realize how different he looks dressed like this. A thin black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, teal Chuck Taylor's. He reminds me of Tyler and pretty soon, I find myself forming a goofy grin.

"The bathroom is right through that door on the left. We have a few ma-" She stops talking when Brendon holds his phone up. Brendon Urie watches porn? Whodda thunk? She walks quickly to the cabinets, she opens one of the top ones and pulls out a plastic cup.

I find myself cringing slightly at the thought of Brendon having to do it in a small cup like that. Just about every fan of Panic! At The Disco knows how big Brendon is. Though I'd much rather him do it straight in me, I fiddle with my fingers in my lap to keep me from my urges of lunging forward and ripping the man's clothes off.