22: Baby

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Scott looked up when Mitch walked into the livingroom. The brunette had a test in hand as he sat on the edge of the coffee table next to Scott, his brown eyes meeting Scott's baby blues.
"What does it say?" Scott asked, his heart practically slamming out of his chest.
"It's still processing," Mitch sighed, showing Scott the rest. "Listen.. if that is positive, then everything is going to change."
Scott nodded, sitting closer to Mitch and resting his hands on his knees. "I know. Believe me when I say I have no intention of ever leaving you and Wes. You two are all I ever think about and I know this pregnancy is going to be difficult and new, but I promise I will always be by your side. You are the love of my life, Mitch," he continued, taking Mitch's hands. "I love you so much and that will never change,"
"When I— I'll be crazy and moody and bitchy during my pregnancy," he stated.
Scott just shook his head, "Then be crazy and moody and bitchy. You have a reason for it and I'm not going to lie and say I won't get annoyed at you over the next nine months, but I promise I will always be by your side."
"A newborn is completely different than a toddler," he replied, "it's going to be hard,"
"Are you trying to make up reasons for me to not want to be around?" Scott shook his head again. "Nothing you say or do will ever keep me from loving you and our son and our family. You got that, Grassi? I-"
They both looked down at the test, which was face down next to Mitch on the table, when it beeped and signalled it was finished processing.
Mitch took a deep breath and picked up the stick, his eyes meeting Scott's once more. "I will always, always have your back," Scott assured him. "No matter what, my love."
Mitch nodded, leaning foreword and kissing Scott gently. "I know, I'm just nervous. I love you."
Scott kissed him again, "I love you."


Mitch PoV

I felt my heart flutter at the sight of my boys playing in the back yard. Scott and Wesley were chasing each other around and looked beyond adorable as they laughed and ran around. I rested my hand on my stomach and leaned against the doorframe, smiling when Scott glanced over.
I returned his wave and he grinned adorably before glancing back at Wes as the toddler decided to try to climb the large box of outdoor toys we had against the fence. He was almost up when his foot caught under the lid and he went tumbling back. I felt my breath hitch, but Scott was quick to the rescue and caught Wesley as he fell.
He smiled at our son and kissed his cheek, telling him to be more careful next time, before showing him how to properly climb up. Wesley nodded and held Scott's hand as he climbed up, waving me over when he stood on top. "Daddy!" He squealed as I walked over. "I'm high!"
"Yes you are," I chuckled, "careful, love," He nodded and sat down on the lid before sliding off, using the technique I told him to use when climbing down. Scott and I then decided it would be a good time to try to tell Wessy about the pregnancy.
We sat at the picnic table and when Scott lifted Wesley onto his lap, he kissed the back of his head. "Wessy," I started, "Daddy and I have something to tell you," He nodded. "Do you remember when we saw that lady at the park yesterday? She had a really big belly and we told you it was because she had a baby growing in there?"
He nodded, "Like an alien!"
Scott chuckled, nodding. "Kind of."
"Do you have an alien in your tummy, Daddy?" He asked Scott, poking his stomach. "You have a big tummy, daddy,"
Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm not- I don't have an alien in my tummy, Wessy." I chuckled. "Daddy does,"
Wesley looked up at me with wide eyes. "Baby in your belly too?"
I nodded, resting my hand on my stomach. "Yes, buddy. You're going to be a big brother," After a moment, he nodded and slid off of Scott's lap before running over to his toys. He returned with one of his toy trucks and set it in my lap, looking up at me with his big, beautiful brown eyes. "What're you doing, love?"
"Giving baby my toy," he replied, pressing the button on top of the truck and causing its lights to go off and truck sounds to echo out of its small speakers.
Scott smiled and ruffled our son's hair, "You're so sweet, Wesley." He picked him up and kissed his cheek. "Baby is going to love that you gave them their first toy,"
I reached over and squeezed Wesley's hand, "Wessy, there will be a lot of new changes going on. We will most likely be moving into a new house, baby will be born and you'll be a little older so you can help daddy and I with the baby. How's that sound, Wessy?"
He nodded rather excitedly, "I love baby! Can we go to the park with baby? Please!"


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