Trigger warnings: Mpreg, suicidal thoughts and some homophobic words.
The ceiling fan spins around and cools the room. Pete watches it go around for the millionth time as he tries to go to sleep. His younger boyfriend is asleep with his head resting in between Pete's chest and arm. The older boy could feel the soft kicks of his son against Patrick's skin. Looks like he wasn't the only one awake tonight. He was tired but couldn't fall asleep. His mind was racing around. 'What if someone breaks in? What is everything is true about going to hell if you are gay? I'm a fag. Is Patrick only staying with me so he doesn't have to raise our son by himself? What if something happens! I'm not good enough. I'm going to be a terrible father. Maybe I should kill myself.' He thought to himself. A tear fell from his whisky colored eyes. Maybe he wasn't good enough. "Baby wants wrong." A little voice was heard next to him.
"Go back asleep trick. I'm fine." Pete wipes away his tears. Patrick sits up.
"I can't sleep. Baby is kicking too much. I think he got your energy and soccer skills." Patrick says uncomfortable and rubs his baby bump. God his boyfriend was cute pregnant. Pete smiles. "We need a name for our little runner." Pete agrees.
"Maybe Phoenix?" Pete suggested, the baby kicked once.
"Maybe!" Patrick laughed.
"Aspen?" No kick.
"Bronx?" A kick.
"Quinn?" No kick.
"I think we have narrowed them down." Their son kicks. "Bronx?" No kick. "Phoenix?" A kick!
"Hello there Phoenix. I'm your daddy the one who helped make you." Pete moves to Patrick's stomach. Patrick hits him lightly and yawns.
The two lay back down in each others arms and fall asleep. Including Pete and Phoenix.
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