The Casual Affair (Ryden/Mpreg)

Chapter 19

Brendon's POV

Sitting straight up in bed, I look at the time. Four in the morning. "You're on Asher duty this time." Ryan groans from beside me. The baby is whining as loud as he can from the crib beside our bed.

"But I was on Asher duty the last three times." I cry. Ryan just shrugs and I sigh, crawling out of bed. Once I get to the crib, I forget all about my annoyance. The little baby is looking up at me, mouth agape and cries ceasing. A little 'gah' escapes from his mouth and I just melt. "C'mere precious." I coo, picking up the bundle.

Asher's little hands quickly grip onto my shirt and a bit of drool has already begun to roll down his cheek. "Awe." I know my son well by now and I know that he was simply lonely. No diaper change needed, nor a fresh bottle. He just missed his daddy. I take the baby over to our bed and lay him beside Ryan. I crawl in after and place a kiss on Asher's forehead.

"Baby's in the bed, don't roll on him." Ryan's eyes open at this comment and he looks down between us. Then he raises an eyebrow at me. "What? I know when my baby boy is lonely." Ryan chuckles a bit and places a hand on my hip, squeezing gently.

"We're kinda really good at making babies aren't we?" I nod because obviously. Asher is totally gonna be a baby model when he's old enough. "He's got your personality though. He's very loving." I nod again and lean over Asher to kiss Ryan.

"I love our family. We could be on the cover of one of those parenting magazines. 'Teen Gays Make Cute as a Button Baby!'." I say, reading that accurate title for our life.

"Teen gays?" Ryan laughs and my heart does this little flip. I look down at our son and a barely there smile is on his face.

"Awe look! He's happy, cause you're happy!" I yelp, kissing the babies forehead.

"Or he's pooping." Ryan says. "That's a thing, by the way. Babies smile when they poop. I used to baby sit my infant cousin all the time and any time he smiled, the whole room smelled like shit seconds later." I gasp and smack Ryan's arm.

"Don't say shit around Asher!"

"You just said shit!"

"Ryan stop saying shit!"

"You stop saying shit first!"

The door flies open and Dallon is glaring at us looking extremely pissed off. "If you idiots don't shut the hell up, I will personally make Asher fatherless." Then he slams the door shut, leaving Ryan and I in shock.

"Well then." I say, still looking towards the door. We get comfortable again and as I'm drifting back into to sleep, I hear a soft voice.

"Brendon?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm horny, can we have sex?" I roll my eyes at my boyfriend. Is he serious? Our three week old son is laying in the bed with us and he wants to have sex.

"Are you on something?" I growl, keeping my eyes shut.

"Nope, I just got a hankering for Brendon booty." And with that I roll over, completely ignoring Ryan for the rest of the night. By the way, he was right.

Asher totally shit his diaper.

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I lay on the living room floor lifelessly as my Ryan pulls on one of my arms. "C'mon Bren! We finally have some alone time!" He cries. We decided it was a good time to put Patrick and Pete on baby duty.

Let me tell you, Patrick was overjoyed.

But now... I want to sleep.

"Nooooo!" I groan. "Sleep sounds so fantastic! Can we just cuddle and sleep the whole night? Please!" Ryan crouches down next to me and kisses my forehead. Then he proceeds to undo my jeans. What is he doing? What is he doing?! "Ryan!" I yelp when his tongue drags across the length of my dick.

I'm up in a flash and Ryan smiles at me from the floor. I quickly zip up my pants and cross my arms, sending a pout his way. "Lets go out." Ryan gets up and wraps his arms around my waist. "It'll be fun. Doing the things we used to do before Asher."

"Actually I sat at home and smoked weed with Spencer on most days, so..." I kiss the top of his nose and he frowns at me, those big puppy eyes making their appearance. "Fine." I sigh. "Let me go grab something really quick."

I sprint to the over night bag we had packed in anticipation for Asher and pull out the box I'd planned on giving to Ryan the day he was born, but we were all so worked up over the baby, I forgot about it.

Ryan refused to tell me where we were going. He told me it wasn't anything big, but apparently I would love it. And as we pulled up to a well lit drive in theater, I started question his decision. "You know... we could've stayed home and watched movies."

"Shut up and let me prove you wrong." Ryan grins and I just roll my eyes. Cocky little asshole. Ryan finds a parking spot and looks over to me lovingly. "Just trust me, okay?" I give him a small nod as he gets out of the car and round the front, opening the door for me. "Let me just get the blanket from the back."

Ryan heads to the trunk and I feel my palms begin to sweat. I wish I would've given Ryan the box earlier when he was all buttered up from Asher. Hell, for all I know, Ryan's gonna think I'm a sap and laugh at me.

Ryan comes back smiling and lays the blanket across the hood of the car. He helps me up due to the fact that my body is still in the process of healing. We wait, silently holding each other's hand, for the movie to start.

It turns out that the movie that was showing was a gay foreign film. I had no fucking idea why he brought me to see it, but yet at the end of the film when the young blond protagonist was kissing the man he had an unrequited love for, I had small tears rolling down my cheeks. I just hold on to Ryan's hand tightly, cursing him for taking him to a movie that provoked tears.

When the credits of 'North Sea Texas' began to roll, we quietly got back into the car and I took the small wooden box out from under my seat and sit it in Ryan's lap. "What's this?" He asks.

"I was going to give it to you when we had Asher, but I forgot... I've been making it for a while.." I say ever so quietly. I feel my cheeks warm up knowing how long I'd been creating this pointless gift for Ryan. "Honestly, it's kinda stupid... but you can still open it if you want." I place the small bronze key into the boys hand, granting him official permission to open the box.

Ryan opens it with the soft click of the key and his eye brows furrow in confusion. His fingers graze the many folded pieces of paper and takes the first one off the pile. I know exactly what the little note says, because I had written it earlier today.

'Ryan,

I love you more and more with each passing day. It's strange to think that only seven or so months ago, I hated you with every fiber of my being. You were arrogant, rude, and ungrateful. I honestly would've never thought that'd I'd be here now, watching you hold our son with such a look of love... You are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Thank you, for turning my world upside down, Ryan Ross.

Forever your's,

Brendon'

I watch Ryan silently as a stray tear runs down his cheek. "That's everything I've ever thought about you." I say. And it's true. Some of them are me proclaiming my love for the honey eyed boy while other were me swearing to never look his way again. "The ones at the bottom are a little vulgar. Actually... there may be a few in the middle that are reserved for more private settings..." That seems to bring Ryan out of his trance as he chuckles lowly.

"Thank you Brendon... this... this is the nicest thing anyone has ever given me." The boys warm hand finds my cheek and he pulls me close to capture as kiss. "I love you so much Bren. It's kind of frightening honestly."

"Why."

"Cause I'm scared one day you'll realize you're a gift from god or some shit and you'll leave me." Ryan looks down at the box in his lap and I feel my chest wretch at his words.

"No, that'll never happen, I promise."

"Promises are meant to be broken." I sigh heavily and give his a soft smile.

"Not if you seal it with a kiss."