I'm not a freak! (mpreg)

Chapter 8

Michael's POV.

"Byron? Byron! Baby wake up!" I called his name as loud as I could, but try as I might he just wouldn't wake up. I gripped his shoulders and pulled off his shirt to try and cool him down. I took off his trousers and left him in his boxers before I called an ambulance, frantic and scared.

(Flash back)

I was in work until eight and honestly I was looking forward to going home to a nice hot meal and some hugs. God that'll be lovely.

I get in my boss' car since he offered me a lift home rather then walk since the warehouses are nearly an hours walk away. I get in happily and shake with excitement that I'll get to see Byron again.

"So, what's new in your life? I know you said that you wanted to get a house for you and your partner" he smiles sweetly at me, his smile was so sincere. His hair was blonde and he had a bit of a beer belly on him. His white shirt was dusty from a day of moving things around. You'd think he'd be a bit fitter with all the lifting he has to do. His trousers were dirty and a bit ripped but I've learned on this job to never judge a book by its cover.

I've matured a lot in these last few months and the reality of becoming a father is slowly setting in. "Yeah, everything is fine but we haven't had any luck with a house yet. I've got my eye on a place, but I don't know how Byron would react..."

"Byron? Oh, are you gay?" He smiles and nudges me playfully as he drives put from the warehouse's carpark.

"Yes, I am." I smile and laugh softly.

"So why do you need a place so badly? Aren't you with your parents?"

"Yes, but they won't let us be there much longer. You see-" I contemplated telling him for a moment. If I told him, what would he think? It's probably best if he does know, I mean, then he can help if anything went wrong. "He's pregnant" I smile.

"Oh, so he's actually a she... Like a transge-"

"No. He is a he. He's a hermaphrodite." I grin happily as he pulls over, I suppose it's so he doesn't crash while he's processing it all.

"Wait... She, he can have babies? Like a girl... But he's a guy?" He laughs awkwardly for a few moments before going silent.

"Yeah, exactly." I mutter and play with my hands, pulling at my nail's and shyly scratching the dirt from my forearms.

"Wow... Well, I hope all goes well." He smiles sweetly before starting to drive to the house again. The drive was silent the rest of the way before he parked outside and sighed. "How far is he? With the pregnancy I mean."

"Four months. He's indoors alone at the moment, probably making dinner or something" I feel my heart beat faster at the thought of him humming while waddling around the kitchen. I love the way he waddles.

"Well make sure you treasure him. Anyone that has to put up with you must be specia- oww" he laughs as I punch his arm and grin.

"I'm not that bad" I laugh before I open the door to get out. "I'll see you tomorrow Mark." I smile and wave before watching him drive away.

My car was still in the driveway. I had left it there this morning since Byron likes to go out if he's craving something that's not in the house, so I knew he was home. I went to the door and knocked happily, waiting for my waddling boyfriend to answer the door. I waited a minute, not really in a rush since he could be doing anything. But after a couple minutes pass I knock again, my smile slightly fading. I knock again after a couple more but soon become frantic when I notice that there's complete silence inside. No music, no humming, no waddling footsteps on the creaking floor boards. "Byron?" I call through but get no answer. "Byron!" I call again, my voice quickly becoming full of worry.