Sweet little secret (mpreg)

Chapter four

~Manson's POV~

By the time Twiggy arrived, I had gotten violet fed, dressed and she was now sitting in her playpen with her toys. I managed to make myself look presentable by putting on some light makeup and changing into more respectable clothes. When I heard a knock on the door, I walked over; sucking in a deep breath and opening the door.

"Hey Brian." Twiggy greeted at me with that goofy smile of his that I never realized just how much I missed until then.

"Hey." I smiled back at him, stepping aside to let him in. He looked around, observing my home.

"The place looks nice." He said. "It's been a while since I've been here, but it doesn't look like it's changed much."

"Yeah. Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Booze?" I offered.

He smiled again. "Coffee, please. I think it might be too early in the day to get hammered."

I giggled softly, heading into the kitchen. He was right, also we both remembered what happened the last time we were alone together and alcohol was involved.

I handed Twiggy his cup and sat down beside him on the couch. He thanked me and I smiled at him. Finally after a few seconds of silence, he spoke.

"So, anything new happen these past few months?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Not really." I answered. "Haven't really been able to write anything. I've been so busy and tired lately that every time I sit down to write something, I just end up falling asleep." I admitted.

"Busy with what?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing..." I said quietly, staring down at my mug and gently rubbing my index finger along its thick rim. I looked back up again after taking a deep breath. "Actually... There's a reason why I asked you to come over here."

"Oh? And what's that?" Twiggy looked up at me, an expression of curiosity painted onto his face.

"Well..." I sighed. "I hate to bring it up, but... You remember the last time we saw each other... That night when he had a little too much to drink and we....you know?"

Twiggy's expression changed from intrigued to serious, as if he was irritated at me for bringing it up. "Yeah... I remember."

"Well...um.... There's something that I've been wanting to show you. Something that I think you should know about." I said as I set my mug down, getting up from the couch. Twiggy watched me, the serious expression was then replaced by a confused one. "Okay?"

I walked into the little area by the entrance of the kitchen where Violet's playpen was. I picked her up and kissed her head softly. "Time to meet daddy." I whispered to her before returning to the living room. I approached twiggy, cradling Violet's tiny form in my arms.

Suddenly twiggy's eyes went wide. He set his mug down and inched backward in his seat. It was obvious that this was anything but what he had in mind. Not that I blamed him.

I sighed. "This is Violet Marie. She's, uh..." I stammered a bit, almost afraid to say the words. "She's our daughter..."

Twiggy's expression stayed the same as he spoke again. "O-our daughter?" He stuttered out. "H-how?"

I shrugged with her still in my arms. "The same way a man and woman have a kid I guess." I exhaled quietly, sitting down as she clung to my chest. "I was gonna tell you when I found out... But you didn't pick up... And I assumed that it just wasn't really important."

"Not important??" Twiggy raised his voice a little "You just assumed this wasn't important?!" He practically shouted. I felt violet's body harden. I shushed him softly, sensing that his tone and volume was scaring her.

"You had my kid! How did you have my kid?! You're a dude! ...aren't you?" He asked.

"I know, I know. I was just as shocked as you are, Jeordie. But there's a reason why I didn't try to reach you... After that night you made it pretty obvious that you didn't want to hang around with me anymore. And if i called you, telling you I was pregnant, you would have thought I was lying anyway." I explained.

"Well, yeah. Dudes having babies isn't really a typical occurrence, isn't it, Brian? " he remarked.

I wanted to cry. I didn't know what reaction I expected from him, but this one was particularly unpleasant. "I'm sorry.." I muttered as I gently buried my face into violet's soft little head.

Twiggy must have sensed that I was upset because his demeanor changed. He seemed less angry and his voice became quieter.

"No, no... I'm sorry." He said. "It's my fault. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was just anxious about the whole thing and I thought it would be easier on both of us if we just... Went our separate ways..."

I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. I didn't dare to look him in the eye. "I understand..." I said. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm all alone here. Raising a baby girl on my own is hard, and I need somebody to help me out with it. And given the fact that you're her father... I thought that maybe you could fill that position.."

"Oh, Brian." Twiggy sighed, looking down at his lap. "I can't... You know, it would be nice but I just can't... I have a girlfriend, Brian. And what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say to her? "Hey, I got my best friend pregnant so now I have to marry him?"" He sighed. "I'm sorry, Brian."

"I... I understand..." I said, looking down. I felt a quivering lump gather in my chest and rise up into my throat as tears danced along the rims of my eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked in a gentle tone.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We'll be just fine." I heard my voice crack, and I inhaled sharply, biting my lip to keep from crying.

Twiggy nodded and patted my back in a friendly, consoling fashion. He slowly stood up, grabbing his jacket. "I should go now... It was nice seeing you again, Brian... Take good care of yourself..."

"I'll try." I said as I heard him walk away and close the door. When I heard his footsteps grow quiet and the sound of his car keys, I held Violet tighter against myself, quietly breaking down into tears when I was sure he was gone.

((AN: new chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and remember: comments and votes make baby Violet happy. <3))