For Him (Tracob)

Troye's pov

LA traffic has us cutting it close on time and by the time we find parking in downtown Hollywood, we're nearly late. I almost fall out of the car try to unbuckle and exit at the same time. Jacob hands me a pair of sunglasses to cover my face and hopefully limit people recognizing me. We haven't told anyone but our families about our baby plans yet, and for now it's just something we want to keep to ourselves, while we adjust and figure everything out. Of course, we'll tell everyone eventually, not out of obligation, but because I truly want to share this with them. We banter a lot, but my fans are the greatest bunch in the world and I only want to make them proud.

For now though, incognito mode we go.

The lobby of the agency is cool and perfectly lit - not blinding, not suspiciously dim. The color palette and furniture creates a pleasant mix of modern and welcoming, all light greys and blues. Jacob slips his hand into mine. He's chronically warm all the time, which had always been comforting to me. He leans in close to whisper in my ear.

"Relax Troye," he chuckles softly. "It's not as terrifying as you're telling yourself it is."

He puts his hand on my back and I realize how tense I'm holding myself. I relax slightly, and look up at him.

"Are you not nervous, like, at all right now?"

"No, I am. But I'm more excited. I've been waiting for this since...since like our first date. I went home from that and said to myself "God I want to raise this man's babies."

I have to smile at this "You did not."

He nods earnestly. "True story."

I look my arm through his. "You're full of it, you know that? I love you."

"I love you back."

A door opens down an out of sight hall, and our agency appointed professional, Grace appears. We've met with her a couple times before, already. She walks over to us, hand extended.

"Hello again, it's lovely to see you!"

I pull out what I like to call my "greeting smile." It's not my real smile, it's not even really my toned down smile, it's like a professional smile. "You as well."

Jacob shakes her hand and she looks at us, smiling. Honestly, I like Grace. She seems genuinely excited for us and to work with us. "Are you boys ready to meet Charlotte?"

We both nod. "Definitely," Jacob says, giving me a reassuring squeeze. Grace leads us back down the hall she just came from, and opens a door into a tidy little office, and there she is. Charlotte Vann. Our future surrogate. All it takes is a single glance and instantly... I like her. You know some people you look at and you just say to yourself wow I want to be their friend. That's how I felt looking at Charlotte. She's undeniably appealing, from her Auburn hair tied up in a messy bun atop her head, to her baggy overalls and sunflower-patterned socks tucked into Converse. She looks laid back and adorable and I love it. As soon as we enter, she hops up from her chair and bounces forwards, breaking into a smile that's a little too large for her face. "Hi! You're here!"

I'm unable to resist smiling back. I extend my hand to her. "Hi, it's so good to meet you! I'm Troye Bixenman," I touch Jacob's arm, "And this is Jacob, my husband."

Charlotte shakes my hand enthusiastically, and then grabs Jacob's and shakes it with equal fervor. "Charlotte Vann, but please call me Charlie. I probably won't respond to anything else, honestly."

"Charlie, got it." I glance over at Jacob and I can tell from his expression that he likes her as much as I do. Grace waves her hand around.

"Please, everyone, have a seat."