Baby Mine - Trans!Jason Headcanon #2 part 1

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*A/N: I'm gonna specify that this is one of many ideas for a small series of trans!Jason headcanons. Now, this headcanon is about trans!Jason actually having a baby but he's gonna be a single dad because he has a douchebag ex boyfriend who doesn't deserve our soft precious bean. The baby is also gonna be the official band baby and our supportive bois are gonna help Jason take care of him or her. Anyways, please enjoy reading part one of this headcanon! I worked very hard on it. - Zoe*

*Jason's POV*

I woke up in my bed feeling pretty queasy. I got up, rushing into the bathroom, and knelt in front of the toilet, giving up the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl. I groaned, holding back my hair with one hand, and rubbing circles into my stomach with the other, and said, "Oh god. That was gnarly. Oh man, I think this might mean something bigger. I've gotta take a test so I know for sure. Fuck, Damien is gonna be pissed..." I stood up, flushing the toilet, and and brushed my teeth twice to get the bitter taste of bile out of my mouth. After I was done, I left the bathroom, getting dressed, and left my room after grabbing my wallet and keys. After a bit, I reached the drugstore, and went in, picking out two different brands of pregnancy tests, and paid, leaving the store and went home. When I got home, I went to the bathroom, opening each test, and took them after reading the instructions. When I did, I set them on the counter, and left the bathroom nervously. After about five minutes, I went to check the tests, and my face paled and my heart sank as I saw two very clear pink plus signs. I threw the tests away after wrapping them in toilet paper, and left the bathroom. When I did, I went over to the phone, dialing the number for Damien's auto shop. He picked up after a few rings, answering with an irritated, "Yeah?" I swallowed, and said, "Damien? I-I've got something important to tell you..." He sighed, clearly annoyed that I called him, and said, "What is it, Squirt? I'm busy." I sighed, tears running down my cheeks, and said, "Remember when we celebrated our two year anniversary a couple weeks ago?" He answered, "Yeah, what about it?" I swallowed nervously, bracing myself for his reaction, and said, "I-I'm pregnant... I took two tests today and they're both positive." He cleared his throat, sighing, and said with a slightly angry tone in his voice, "We'll talk about this when I get home." After this, he hung up, and I followed suit. After a bit, I cleaned the house a bit, and took a nap on the couch. When I woke up, I heard Damien open the front door, and I sat up straight, looking at him, and he said, "So? What are we gonna do about this little accident?" I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowing, and said, "I-I don't know." Damien's brown eyes narrowed, and a cold expression settled on his face, and he said, "Jason, you and me both know that we can't take care of this brat. Get rid of it. Or, I can just end it right here and now, and you can pack up your shit, and get out of my house. I'm not taking care of something that you accidentally made." I looked at him, my blue eyes widening, tears threatening to fall, and said, "W-What?" Damien got closer to me, his forehead pressing into mine, and said between his gritted teeth, "You fuckin' heard me. It's either me, or the little brat." I stood up, pushing past him, and went to our bedroom. When I did, I packed up my backpack and duffel bag full of my clothes, and slung my bass over my shoulder. I grabbed my Walkman and cassettes, putting them in my bag, and left the room after making sure everything that was mine was packed up. When I did, I looked at Damien one last time, and said, "Goodbye, Damien. Don't expect to see us again." And with that, I walked out the door, grabbing my car keys, and drove off. As I was driving, I put one hand on my belly, keeping my eyes on the road, and said, "We don't need your father. We can make it on our own. Plus, I'm sure the others will be pretty supportive and they'll probably love you."

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