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“No, please, no! This can’t be real!” Raúl heard his lover’s voice coming from the bathroom. He put down the paper he was reading to go see what was wrong, asking Zaira to keep an eye on the other kids.
“What happened? Did you hurt yourself? No wait, did Sergio and Fernando send inappropriate selfies again?” But as soon as Guti looked up, eyes red from crying and tears still falling down his cheek, he knew it was something serious.
He quickly crouched next to Guti, who had slumped down on the bathroom floor and hugged him tight. He rubbed his back to calm him down and as soon as he heard Guti’s breathing become a bit slower, he pulled away a little so he could look the blonde in the eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong, you know you don’t have to keep secrets from me” he said while wiping away Guti’s tears.
Guti didn’t say anything, just handed him the small white stick he had dropped on the floor a little earlier. It was a pregnancy test, Raúl noted. It was positive.
“Chema, baby, why are you crying? This is wonderful news!” Guti looked up. “Wonderful? We just came out! Did you already forget how much shit they said about us because of that, imagine how people would react if this got public. Men don’t get pregnant, Raúl. They’ll think I’m a freak.”
“That’s true, they said awful things, but we got through that, didn’t we? Then we can handle this too! Just think of happy the children will be when they hear this. I bet they wouldn’t mind having another sibling,” Raúl paused a few seconds “now that I think of it, we’d have a house with eight children.”
Guti couldn’t help but smile at that. He knew Raúl was right, they got through the shit other people gave them because of their sexuality and he could already imagine their children holding this little human he and Raúl had created.
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“YOU’RE WHAT?” Zaira’s eyes widened as she gaped at her father and Raúl. “How is that even possible?“
Guti opened his mouth to answer but his daughter was faster, “I know how babies are made, papa, please spare me all the details about your sex life. But I mean, you’re a man. Men don’t get pregnant. Everyone knows that, even Aitor.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Aitor asked his sister. He was a little offended but glad that he had escaped having to comment on what his dad just told him.
Zaira ignored him and looked from her dad to Raúl and back, expecting one of them to answer her question.
They looked at each other for a moment and Raúl started to speak. “We don’t know either, but what we do know is that it’s an amazing gift given to us to be able to have a baby that’s part of both of us.”
None of the kids reacted.
“So, what do you guys think about having another sibling?”
“It’ll be a mess” Zaira admitted, once again being the only one with the courage to speak, “but it already is anyway. So, congratulations, I guess...”