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James was editing a video for tomorrow. Once he was showing more in this pregnancy, he had to tell his viewers. They went crazy and the video got spread around like wildfire. He gained a lot of attention from that. Of course, half of them subscribed since his channel is gameplay and he said he refuses to change his video styles. So the other half just freaked out and kept their eyes and ears out for the little boy to be born.

And throughout these months, his mom only got more crazy. She was buying clothes for the little boy, toys, diapers, and pregnant exercise disks. James was flattered but still shaken by what Joe told him a few months ago.

"So? What did you find?"

"So apparently, you slept with Max Couzin, he's black and was part of a gang. Thank God there were assholes that wanted to fuck with people and they forgot the camera."

"Camera??"

"Yeah, he fucked you hard, by the way, Jesus Christ. I wasn't sure if he having sex with you or abusing you from the inside out."

"Okay then do you contact info?"

"Remember how I said he was in a gang? He's dead, dropped to the floor during a drive-by shootout," Joe said with unease.

"W-what? Holy fuck... Well, can I see the video at least?"

"I mean... Yeah sure. I'll come over and hand it to you. You will see other people on there before you so skip and shit."

Shocking and upsetting, but nothing he can do but try to do this by himself. Maybe some help from his crazy mom.

Joe handed the video to James at last. James thanked him and watched him leave, waving goodbye. James pressed play and skipped to where he saw himself stumbling into the room, the room where it started.

"Okay, okay," James giggled as he watched Max close the door, sealing the party noise away. Max looked rather handsome.

Tall, a small amount of hair as his beard, he groomed it recently at that time. Dark skin, kinda like rich chocolate. His hair was dreadlocks that reached to his shoulders. His clothes were dark, a black tank top that showed the curves of his body, dark blue jeans that looked very old. He had pure black tattoos, swirls, letters, numbers, maybe even a monster in his shoulder. He looked like a cursed statue.

James pulled Max closer, slurs his question, "What do you want to do to me?"

"Split you in half," Max slurs back with a melting smile.

"I fucking dare you," James challenged. Max smirked and kissed James, melting into each other very quickly.

A lot of moaning and kissing. Riding against the wall as Max pushes James, now higher. Max moves his head, kissing James' stomach softly.

James got very uncomfortable and turned it off. He already knew how it ended and the outcome. All he wanted to know what Max looked like, sadly he will never see him in person and remember it. He's not alone as he thinks, his mom is never going to stop talking about her grandson anytime soon. Or as long as she's alive.

James was sitting in his room, watching YouTube videos on his phone and laughing a few times. A little someone wanted to join in. The baby kicked and punched all around. James looked down and raised a brow. He watched small hills form on his skin, looking like small waves of skin going across his belly. He perked a smile but informed it. He went back to the video, laughing some more.

A soft knock was later on James' door. "Come in," he says.

His mother walks in with a big smile on her face. "James, I was looking through some old children books so that we have some to read output to the baby when he's older. And while looking, I found a name for him."

"Okay? What is it?"

"Peter! Like Peter Rabbit!"

"No, I don't like that name," James sighed.

"Why?"

"The name Peter doesn't stick, you know? Sounds kinda lame."

"Fine, James, what names did you pick out?" His mom asked. James shrugged with a hum. "You didn't even think of picking a name!"

"I'll think if one and will be much better than 'Peter.'" His mom rolled her eyes before leaving his room.

James chuckled and went back to the YouTube video. He watched some more videos, one after the other out of boredom. His eyes grew a little heavy so he tried to keep them up, but his hands started to get lazy. He rested the phone on his baby bump, but his eyes grew heavier after a few more minutes of random videos. He yawned and thought he could catch some shut eye. So he shut off his phone and turned to his side. Falling asleep quick.

A dream popped up, it was a little weird. He dreamed that Max was at James' house and visiting just to talk. So James said whatever and talked to him. Some small talk about weather, media, family, so on.

James thought for a second and asked, "Will you stay to help me raise this kid? Since my mom has a job of her own and doing it by myself is too much."

Max tilted his straight lips and said, "I can't."

"Why not?" James asked. He sounded pissed.

"I'm dead, remember? This is a dream and in the real world, I'm fucking dead as rotten bananas," Max pointed out bluntly. James sighed and nodded. That's true. "But! Hopefully, you don't kill yourself or the kid," he clicked his tongue and did a single finger gun "Good luck."

James woke up. He yawned and stretched, feeling refreshed. Stayed still and started on the wall for a few more moments just to rethink about the dream. "Eh," he thinks, "Just a dream, means jack shit." He looks down at his tum but sees a note on it. He takes the note off and looks at it.

"Dear mommy,

Please give me a cute name for a cute boy like me. I think 'Peter' is a good name.

← Turn over."

James turnovers.

"Grandma did NOT write this."

James rolls his eyes with a heavy grunt. "Mom! Fuck off with the name Peter! I hate it!"

"You fuck off!"

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