Band Mpregs

Brallon

The Brobecks Dallon>TWTL, TRTD Brendon

"Forgive me, Lord, for as I have sinned," Dallon said as he kneeled down at his church while no one was around. "Never once did this cross my mind. I'm sorry, but it felt right. Being with my wife only gives me grief, what my life could have been if I had never gotten married. And my kids, I love them too much to put them through us separating! Even if I am gay, I can hide it, right? Give me the strength and courage to fight these sinful thoughts..."

"You can't just do that, Dallon." Dallon turned around to see his beautiful wife, the one he used to love. He could tell she had been crying, the wetness on her face shows just that. "You can't just throw away who you are! I just wish you acted on this sooner. We both know our sex life is barely even there!" She said with a laugh. "And besides, Sarah called. We both know."

"Bree-"

"Go get your man, baby." Dallon sighed, looking back to the candles that were lit before him. "He needs you."

"Why would he need me? He's married, has a wife he actually loves." Dallon heard the clicks of Breezy's high heels, walking closer to him. Soon a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Did, Dall. He loves you. Like you love him." Dallon slammed his hands down and stood up, towering over Breezy. 

"I'm not gay, Bree! I don't care if he is, I'm not!"  Breezy stepped back as she started to cry.

"So, you're just going to live a lie the rest of your life? That's what our life is going to become, a lie? Don't think of me or you, think of the kids! Do you really want to set this kind of example?" Dallon ran his fingers through his hairs, soon turning around. "Do you want them to live a lie as well? Have us fighting around them all the time? Them seeing how a Mommy and a Daddy does not love each other?" Breezy wiped her cheek. "I'm not kidding when I say that Brendon needs you."

"Why? Because he's getting a divorce?" Dallon said as he turned around. "Is he mopping around saying 'poor me' while he wants to desperately get with me?"

"No, Dallon, you don't get it. He's scared!"

"Scared of what?"

***

Dallon drove so fast as he hit the corner he swerved at the corner a little, driving as fast as he could to Brendon's house. He sat in silence, almost because he feared Brendon. What he was going to say. Breezy told him, yet, he didn't want it to be true. He soon found himself flying down Brendon's street, desperately wanting his house to come closer. Once Dallon pulled into the driveway, he hopped out of the car without even turning the engine off, opening the front door to see Brendon crying as he sat on the couch. Brendon looked up, completely freezing when he saw Dallon. 

"You're pregnant and didn't tell me?" Dallon said as he saw Brendon tear up again. 

"I-I'm sorry, Dall..." Dallon sighed, walking over to Brendon. He had different feelings. For one, he felt like Brendon wanted to give the baby up like it would ruin his career. Or that Brendon does actually love Dallon, and that would feel kinda weird. "I can't do this!"

"Yes, you can! You want to give it up, don't you?" Brendon nodded, wiping his eyes. 

"I don't know, Dallon!" Brendon said through his teeth. "We can't do this! I-I don't want to do this! This whole thing was a mistake..." Dallon folded his hands together, soon placing his hand on Brendon's cheek.

"Don't you dare think that this was a mistake. A child is not a mistake. You know what is a mistake, leaving your dishes for a month!" Brendon smiled a little. "Kids are the best. Take it from me, I have a three-year-old and a newborn! You just, you have to accept it. It's going to suck, I know that for sure."