Band Mpregs

Ryden

POE Ryan<DOAB Brendon

Ryan waited almost all day for his lover to come back home. 'Lover' is a strong word in this relationship. It all started with a one night stand and both men were too drunk and excited to even think about a condom. Soon enough, Ryan was hunting Brendon down to show him a positive pregnancy test. It was then when both men realized that it would one, save money and two, be better for the baby if they started a relationship, even if neither of them truly loved one another. 

"Where are you, Urie?" Ryan sighed as he sat on the edge of the window, his hands sitting against his six-month bump. A baby girl, supposedly. Ryan found that hard to believe, he wanted a boy. But, mother nature had different plans for George Ryan Ross III, enough to make him hate his own life. "Do you know where your Daddy went, baby?" He asked his stomach like it would even help him. He sighed once more before slowly getting up, walking into the kitchen to see Dottie waging her tail next to the food dish. He smiled, taking a scoop of food and placing it into her dish before letting her go at it.

"Ryan!" Brendon yelled from the front door. A smile found itself on Ryan's face, walking over to see Brendon trying to bring in a huge ass box.

"What did you buy?" He asked as Brendon dropped the box, looking at it and sighing. 

"It's a crib. I just thought it should be time we get one, and since you're not getting any smaller." Brendon grabbed the box and dragged it into the house, making scuff marks. 

"Yeah... You're not the one who paid for the flooring!" Brendon rolled his eyes, finally getting the box into the soon-to-be nursery. 

"Whatever. Can you help me by getting me a knife or something?" Ryan scoffed, leaning on the doorframe. 

"You sure you aren't going to slit your throat?" Brendon glared at Ryan, standing up straight with a laugh. 

"No, instead I'm going to cut the tape so I can build the crib all by myself with absolutely no help. But, I get it, you're pregnant." Ryan walked out and grabbed a knife, walking back into the nursery and handed it to Brendon. "Thanks." Ryan hummed in reply. "What did you do all day?" Brendon asked, cutting the first piece of tape.

"Waited for you to come home." Brendon looked up with a smile, soon cutting more tape. 

"Just admit it, you love me!" Ryan laughed, sitting down as he leaned against the wall. 

"Sure I do. That's why we have separate bedrooms. That's why whenever I'm horny I use a vibrator." Ryan's face turned red, looking down. 

"So, that's that whirring noise I hear on a daily! If you're that desperate for release I could help you, you know. I know you love my dick!" Ryan crossed his arms over his bump.

"Yeah, your dick is what got us into the fucking mess, anyways. I want to be in a relationship with a man that honestly cares about me, not one who mocks me on a daily." Brendon sighed, pulling out a few wooden pieces. 

"Ryan... What do you want me to say? Do you want me to magically love you? I don't know what love is, Ry! I have never once loved somebody! Maybe once the baby is born I'll know. You're 21, I never thought I'd be having a baby with a single 21-year-old." 

"I never thought I was going to have a baby, period. I never knew guys could have babies until after I came out." Ryan watched in silence as Brendon put a few things together. "Do you think one day we'll love each other?" That question caught Brendon off guard, almost throwing him off his feet. He stood there, trying to think of an answer, good or bad. 

"I think when the baby comes I'll realize what you've given me. A life to love, if not, you too." Ryan nodded with a slight smile, fiddling with his fingers. 

"I-I do... Love you, Brendon." Brendon at that point stopped all movement, he only just stood there with a piece of wood in his hands. Ryan soon realized that a tear had fallen from Brendon's cheek. He had made him cry. "Brendon?"

"I, um... You love me?" Brendon asked as he choked on his words, letting the wood drop to the floor. He looked over at Ryan as he saw Ryan nod. "Oh god..."

"What? Did I mess up or something?" Ryan asked frantically.

"No, no. I just... I don't know what to say. Nobody has ever said that to me." Ryan rose to his feet, walking over to Brendon and grabbed his hand. 

"You're 29 years old, how has nobody ever said 'I love you' to you before?" Brendon let out a sob before hugging Ryan as hard as he could. "Am I missing something?"

"My love." Brendon pulled back and looked into Ryan's brown eyes that glistened ever so slightly. "I think I'm falling in love with you..."