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Cynthia was right.
She's pregnant.
With tears dripping over his lashes he nods once, his gaze burning into Pen with an intense, undying love. "Come here, Kid," he says, holding his arms wide.
She walks right into them, her happy sobs making unfamiliar tears well in my own eyes as he folds himself around her, pressing kisses into her hair. "Fuck, I love you. I love you so damn much," he says.
Xeno approaches them, his voice thick and unsteady with emotion. "Can I see?"
Dax nods, and their eyes meet as he holds out the test. A fierce kind of love passes between them as Xeno takes it, lips parting slightly as he releases a breath, before silently passing it to me.
Right there in bold is our happy future.
Pregnant.
"This is the best fucking news," York says, smiling broadly as he takes the test from my hands and stares at it in wonder. “This kid is going to beso loved.”
Without hesitation, I pull him into my arms, holding my best friend as we both contemplate how our lives are going to change, and how fucking lucky we are for it.
“So what now?” York asks, swiping at his eyes.
“We should make an appointment with the doctors,” Xeno says, reaching for his mobile phone, and tapping in the number.
“Mate, it’s ten o’clock at night on a Saturday. The doctor’s office won’t be open until Monday morning,” Dax reminds him.
"Shit, of course," he smiles ruefully, swiping a shaking hand through his hair. "Does anyone else feel completely overwhelmed?"
"Yes, but so happy," Pen adds, stepping out from Dax's embrace and taking Xeno's hands in hers, kissing his knuckles. "I'm so happy, Xeno."
"Me too, my love. Me too," Xeno replies, "Doesn't mean I'm not scared shitless though. I'm fucking terrified."
"I’m terrified too," Dax admits. "Terrified and excited."
"I third that," York adds, shifting from one foot to the other, his emotions overflowing.
"Zayn?" Pen asks, looking at me.
"Of course I feel the same. This is a huge deal. We're bringing another human soul into this world, and that is a massive responsibility,” I say, trying to find the right words to articulate how I feel.
“How the hell do people do this?” York asks, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’m already feeling protective over our child and the little nugget hasn’t even been born yet.”
“Nugget?” Pen laughs.
“Yeah, our precious little nugget,” York says with a shrug.
“We learn as we go along,” I reply.
Dax scrapes a hand over his face. “What if we fuck up?”
“Not if, but when,” I say, with a small laugh. “We’re going to fuck up. We’re going to make mistakes, but I also know that we’ll learn from them. Together. We’ll support each other, we’ll guide each other, we’ll learn together so that we can be the best dads this kid could wish for.”
“But what if I’m–” Dax’s jaw grits, and I know what he’s finding difficult to say. We all do.
“Never, Dax. You won’t ever be like your dad, just like I will never be like my mother,” Pen says vehemently. “You are good. You are kind. You are thoughtful. You are not your father.”
He nods, swallowing hard. “You’re right, I’m nothing like him.”
"We all have our own baggage, our own trauma, but that doesn't define us,” I add, understanding his fears, feeling my own swell inside of me. “But we're our own men, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that we'll be fucking amazing dads. This kid will feel our love every day of its life. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do to make our little nugget happy. That I know for certain."
