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When George was five, he'd found out he was a carrier. One of a small percentage of men with a functioning uterus as well as the standard cis male anatomy. It hadn't seemed like a very big deal at the time, because what five year old is thinking about that stuff? He was busy building towers out of Lego and pulling toy trains into imaginary stations.
When he turned fourteen, and carriers were brought up offhandedly during a biology lesson, he'd shrunk into his skin as the boys in the class laughed at the idea of a 'boybitch' among them. George had plastered on a smirk and forced himself to chuckle with them, tugging self consciously at his sleeves.
At fifteen, he realised that it would never be a problem, the fear of getting pregnant, because that would include getting fucked up the arse by a guy, and George is straight as a line.
Seventeen, the foolproof logic falls apart after he discovers that the 'line' is actually very much a squiggle, looping all over the place. So he starts taking birth control, as discreetly as he can.
Then he was eighteen, and George had left the box of pills on the counter, his boyfriend at the time finding them, and he'd sneered in disgust. They never spoke again.
After that, he stuck to one night stands and passionate make outs, unwilling to deal with it all again.
That had been working. Working well, until George started making Minecraft plugins, until a dumb smiley face avatar started talking to him daily, until his best friend was gaining momentum online and dragged George with him.
Everything had been perfect, his plan to never have to worry about people knowing he was a carrier flawless in every way, until Dream came along and made everything in George's life better, brighter, warmer. Everything but his secret.
Even then, things were okay. Their joking flirtations were nothing more than that, despite George's innermost desires, and they were just friends. Dream and George and Sapnap, the best friend trio. Nothing bad would happen, George's secret would die with him.
And Dream confessed.
Dream confessed, and George did too, they'd both fallen hard over the last few years, and then George had a ticket to Florida where he stayed in his boyfriend's arms for days, only apart when he wanted to hang out with Sapnap. George had been so wrapped up in this, his love being requited, that two things had slipped his mind.
Dream didn't know he was a carrier. And he'd left his birth control at home.
It was the first thing George noticed once he was back in England. A box with 'combined oral contraceptive pill' on the label, perched on his bedside table, as though teasing him for slipping up and forgetting such an obvious thing.
His visit to Florida had been six weeks long. Six weeks of not taking the pill, but having mindblowingly incredible sex anyway.
Wheels start to turn in his head. The queasiness he'd felt the last couple of days. The headaches he's been having. The recent tenderness of his chest.
George is fucked. He is so, so fucked.
He asks his mum to buy him a pregnancy test, unwilling to risk being seen by a fan in this circumstance, and she doesn't question it, just hands him one with a sympathetic look on her face.
The test takes ten minutes to show a result, and when it does, George grabs another, just in case, just in case it's a mistake, this can't be happening.
He doesn't cry often. He's not a very emotive man, not really. But he leans into his mother's arms with tears leaking down his face.
"It's alright. You're alright." George's mum rubs his back soothingly, running a hand through his hair, and he feels like a kid all over again. "It's gonna be okay George."
He just sobs louder, like the pathetic, gross boybitch he is.
"Shh. I know honey. I know." Mrs Davidson presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry. It's gonna be okay."
"He's - 'S gonna hate me." George mumbles into her shoulder. "Gonna think 'm... think I'm a freak."
"You don't know that. Haven't you said he's a very open, accepting guy? If he is a dick about it, he doesn't deserve you. You are worth so much more than that."
"What do I even do? I can't have a baby, I can't- Mum, I can't, I don't - Mum I don't know what to do."
"Talk to him first George. Alright? Whether you keep the baby or not is up to you two. It's okay. It'll be okay."
"What if it isn't?"
"It will be. It'll be okay. Deep breaths. Deep breaths George."
All he manages is a forlorn whimper.
Avoiding Dream is difficult. George misses him, a lot, painfully so, but shit, they can never talk again. It's too humiliating.
Of course, this also means George completely disappears from the internet, because if he streams, records a video, tweets something... Dream will be there, demanding to know why all contact has been cut.
He instead spends his days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to get the energy to make an appointment at Planned Parenthood. It doesn't come, and as each hour passes, George finds himself more and more unwilling to terminate the clump of cells inside of him.
If he closes his eyes, and bends reality hard enough, he can imagine what it'd be like. An outcome where telling Dream everything only leads to a happy family, rather than the expected heartbreak and disgust. An outcome where George gets to rock a baby - their baby - to sleep, where Clay cradles their child with nothing but love written on his face, where they're living in a domestic bliss bubble, no prejudices or judgement stopping them.
It's an idea that plagues George's every waking moment, that maybe if he just stopped being a coward, he could have all that and more. Dream is an open man, even if he is repulsed at first, he might change his mind quickly.
He sighs, and glances at his phone, which is alight with notifications from both friends and fans.
He turns his phone off, and groans into his pillow.
A week later, George can't hold off any longer, no matter how hard he tries. He craves Dream's voice, succumbing to his want and watching one of his streams on an alt account, trying to figure out if Dream misses him as much as George does.
He seems fine, until someone donates ten dollars, accompanied with a question about George's whereabouts, and there's a pause, before Dream clears his throat.
"Thanks for the ten. George is - he's... I'm sure he's fine."
And his pain is obvious, a crack in his voice, a strain in his words. George is instantly wracked with guilt.
At least he knows the reason behind the avoidance. Dream has nothing, no clue, was left with a 'I'll text you when my flight lands and I'm back home, I love you', then radio silence.
Clay coughs a few times, before his voice returns to its default 'epic gamer' mode, only a few wavers.
George finally opens all the messages he's received over the last week and a half, drinking in Dream's panic and sorrow, his hurt, and apologies that his boyfriend seems to have reasoned were needed, varying from 'I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes that one night' to 'I'm sorry I pressured you into this'.
George's guilt grows.
He swallows his fear, and texts him after he ends his stream. He deserves to know, at least.
George
im super sorry
The reply that follow is instant.
Dream <3
thank god ur alive
its ok
u dont have to apologise
im sorry if i did anything to upset you or make u go all MIA
George
u didnt
Dream <3
r u sure?
i dont wanna mess this up
sorry if i was being overbearing
or
George
no
i promise youve done nothing wrong
i love u a lot
and im sorry i didnt text u sooner
i didnt mean to worry u
Dream <3
ofc i worried
i love u so much
George
im sorry again
Dream <3
im just glad ur here now!!
i rlly hope ur okay
do u want to talk about anything?
George
yeah actually
um
i think it would be better if we called
are u free?
George doesn't actually get a reply, his phone instead immediately ringing.
"Babe?" Dream's voice, the earlier streaming persona completely gone, is wobbly and low. "Are you alright? Fuck, I am so glad you're okay."
"Hi. Hey. I-" He gets that far, and then he completely crumbles, tears already pricking his eyes. Shit. He's not ready to do this.
His stomach churns slightly, as though trying to emphasise that George is, to some extent, on a time limit. He can't keep shirking it.
Dream's instantly in comfort mode, words soft and huddling as though they were a blanket.
George cries harder.
"Oh George. Babe. It's okay. It's alright. I'm here. Let it out. I'm here."
The brunet clutches his phone tightly, breaths heavy as he clings on to the closest thing he has to Dream.
"I've got your back darling. I've got you. Shh. It's alright baby."
The pet name rings in George's ears.
"'M - Clay... Clay, fuck, baby, I-"
"Hey. Breathe. It's okay, take your time. You don't have to explain anything if you don't want to."
"No, no, I need to - fuck, shit, shit."
"I'm here, don't worry."
George sniffles, but his crying slowly peters out.
"Okay?"
"Mhm." George coughs. "I - Obviously, I've been... not around. Since, uh, since I got home - I was gonna text you when the plane landed, but I was just so tired, and I was gonna do it once I was in bed, but then I got in and- and, uh- fuck, I..."
He trails off, despite himself.
"It's okay George. I'm listening. We're not on a clock, take as much time as you need."
"Dream."
"George."
"I left my birth control here. And I forgot. Until I saw it on my table."
Silence.
"Dream. Clay. Please. Say something."
"Are you serious?" Dream practically growls at him. "You've been ignoring me for a week and a half and you're fucking joking around? Fuck off."
"No. No, no, no, it's not a joke. It's not. Clay. Clay, shit- I'm - fuck, babe, please. Please, I'm so scared. I don't want you to leave."
A long sigh. "This is ridiculous George. You can't just be so... so fucking - I thought you'd fucking died or something, I was looking to see if the plane had crashed, I spent hours trying to figure out where I went wrong and you just - Just treat it like a fucking joke! This is a shit prank. You left your fucking birth control? If you're gonna mess with me, at least try. Jesus George, I-"
"Dream, I'm pregnant with your fucking baby, and I've been crying about it daily, don't tell me I'm being ridiculous."
Whatever Dream was going to say, George doesn't get to hear. All Dream responds is with a quivering breath and a croak.
"Please. Clay. I don't want to be alone. Don't make me be alone. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, and I'm sorry I forgot the pills, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to get the courage to tell you, but please. Just don't leave me."
"Y-You're a carrier?"
"I'm sorry." Another tear falls down George's cheek. "Sorry."
"Are you - Like, are you sure? You're actually, 100% pregnant?"
"Mhm."
"... Holy shit."
"I know."
"I - I had no idea. That- You should've told me, or- or at least been like 'use a condom' yknow."
"I'm sorry. I just - I didn't want anyone to know. And I kind of got caught up in the moment and, uh, yeah. You don't hate me, right? You won't - won't go?"
"I could never hate you Georgie. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm just... very surprised. Sorry for yelling at you a few minutes ago."
"Sorry for not saying anything."
"No, no, don't apologise. I- I guess there's been some not good experiences then? With the whole, uh, not wanting to say you're a carrier."
"Mm. I should've- I know I should have told you."
"I've got your back always George. I don't want you to be scared to tell me things." Dream sucks air through his teeth slowly. "So. Pregnant."
"Yeah. Pregnant."
"Do you know what you wanna do with it?"
George's breath hitches as he visualises his idyllic domestic life. He's halfway there. Dream doesn't hate him.
"I want it."
And Dream doesn't even hesitate. "Okay. You comin' here or am I going there?"
"Uh. What?"
"If you think for a second that I'm not gonna be with you every step of the way, you're crazy. You had any scans or anything yet? You know how far along you are?"
"I - No, I thought maybe you'd need... you'd need processing time, I didn't - I haven't been to a doctor or anything, I wasn't even sure I was gonna keep it and - You're really okay with this? You're not just - Just agreeing with me?"
"George. I think you're doing enough panicking for the both of us. Of course I'm - I don't know if scared is the right word. Nervous, maybe? But I know that I love you, and I know you've spent a while battling with this in your head, and if I'm gonna be a dad, then I need to start learning how to be like, an anchor or something, for other people. If you want this kid, I'm all in. All the way."
"Oh." George blinks, eyes watering again.
"Can I come see you?"
"I'd really like that."
"Good. My flight leaves in four hours, so I hope you don't mind me packing while we talk."
"You already bought the ticket?"
"Obviously. I want to see my boyfriend and my baby."
"There's no - no bump, or anything, I don't think."
"Well duh, you'd be like... seven weeks at the very most, right?"
"Yeah, I- Woah. I'm... seven or less weeks pregnant with our baby." George tests the words on his tongue, and his heart flutters with each syllable.
Dream laughs warmly, then stops and hums.
"Uh. I don't really know much... about carriers. Like, I didn't even know what they were until a few years ago. So like, if I say or do something wrong, then-"
"As long as you don't call me gross or something, we're good."
"Alright. If you're sure. Feel free to call me out though. Uh, so like - are you my baby carrier? Or, uh, my baby... maker, or-"
"Dream."
"Yeah?"
"You can call me your baby mama. It's alright. Baby will probably be calling me mum or something anyway. Anything else feels a bit weird to me. Like... dad doesn't really fit."
"Okay. Good. I wanted to, I just wasn't sure-"
"You're so stupid. Worrying over that."
"Just tryna be respectful of my baby mama!"
George's insides heat at the words. They feel right.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Do you have any spare toothbrushes or should I bring my own?"
Dream doesn't sleep on the plane.
He can't, still trying to process everything.
At least he can be emotive now; trying to stay calm for George was so very hard, but he'd managed, and now he has ten hours to sort through his thoughts.
He'd never have guessed George was a carrier, although maybe you're not really supposed to.
George has all the usual male parts, its just his insides that are different, or something.
Dream really has to read up on that. Read up on pregnancy in general, actually.
Sure, he knows the basics - a woman person grows baby inside then gives birth nine months later, but other than that he's not certain. How's the baby even gonna get out, George doesn't have-
Fuck, he's gonna be a father.
There's a couple with a kid in the row next to him, and the baby (or toddler?) is babbling loudly.
Far too loudly.
It's grating his nerves, and it only makes Dream panic more.
Is it going to be like this with their baby? Will Dream spend his hours being irritated instead of adoring, will he feel as pissed at his own child as he is with this stranger?
He can't even imagine holding a baby that's actually his.
Sure, he'd held his little sister and brother, but that's different. He hadn't been expected to take care of them. If they'd cried, his mother would just whisk them away.
His own kid will be different. If he's holding his baby, and they start crying, it's his job as a parent to fix it.
What if he drops them or something? Or - Or messes up, doesn't get it right, fails completely?
His heart plummets at the image of an angry George glaring at him, brows furrowed as he yells at Dream to leave, forever.
George might take one look at him after he steps off the plane, and realise that he doesn't want to do this with Dream, that he's too immature, or irrational, or...
Dream shifts thoughts quickly. He'd already spent the past week imagining George hating him in different ways, he doesn't need to do that any more.
George, George, George.
The most beautiful person to walk the Earth, and he's gonna have their kid.
He'd mentioned that he didn't have a bump yet or anything, but still. Dream figures there's bound to be something different about him.
People talk about a pregnancy glow or something, right? George glows anyway, has always been a beam of light in Dream's view, but maybe it will be brighter, more obvious. Shine from his cheeks instead of his eyes.
Honestly, for all his worries, Dream knows they're not gonna change how he feels. If George wants the baby, they're gonna have it, and Dream will be the best damn father in the world, because any person that comes from George is bound to be just as gorgeous, just as great.
The picture of George cradling their baby is motivation enough to do anything.
He gets a taxi to George's flat, making sure no one even gives him a second glance, just a generic looking blond guy who definitely is not a faceless youtuber.
It's Ms Davidson that opens the door for him when he knocks, and it hits him far too intensely that this is the first time he's meeting any member of George's family.
"Hello?"
His mind completely blanks, and he just stares at her, the prolonged silence making his fear worse and worse.
"Did you need something?" She sounds like a much more mature, feminine version of her son, and Dream almost wants to thank her for giving the prettiest man alive a gorgeous, perfect voice.
Instead, his brain is still struggling to come up with a smart, impressive thing to say - a compliment maybe, something witty to make her approve - and he just opens his mouth slightly.
She starts to shut the door with an eyeroll.
"No, no - sorry - George's - Hi, I'm... Sorry." He blurts out, putting his foot in the doorway, keeping it open.
Ms Davidson tilts her head. "George?"
"I'm - His- He's... Clay? Or - or Dream, I don't know how he-"
"OH." Immediately, she opens the door wide, and stands to the side, ushering him in. "You're Dream!"
There's a stumbling noise from a different room. Dream glances in its direction, before looking back at his future mother-in-law.
"Yes, hi, sorry. I'm Dream. I swear, I'm not usually so awkward, sorry, I'm just- Yknow."
"I believe you honey."
Another noise movement.
"George is barely awake, you can probably hear him puttering about. I don't think he expected you so early." Ms Davidson offers her hand. "It's lovely to finally meet you. I'm Freya."
"Hello." Dream shakes her hand, attempting to turn on his Southern charm like the good boy he was raised to be. "I'm - Thanks for making George."
Okay, so that wasn't phrased right.
She laughs. "Thank you for making him happy. Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?"
"A coffee would be great thanks. Long flight."
"I can imagine." She says sympathetically.
Footsteps pad along the floor, and a very groggy looking George is rubbing his eyes.
"Who're you talking to?" He yawns out, and Dream feels himself melt. So cute when he's just woken up.
Freya just gestures to Dream, and George snaps alert, arms crossing over his chest protectively, eyeing him up as if still unsure of their situation.
Clay scoops him up into a hug, squeezing him tightly, fingers threading in his hair and he presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"Hi Georgie. Sorry for waking you up."
And George leans in to the embrace, his own hands clutching Dream's hoodie.
"You're here."
"I said I would be."
"You didn't run away." George mumbles, and a little smile appears on his face. "You're staying."
"Of course." Any remaining doubts that Dream may have had are erased at the soft look George is giving him. Slowly, he moves one of his hand from George's head to his stomach, thumb brushing against a still-flat stomach. "How's..?"
"I managed to book an appointment for tomorrow afternoon. So, uh, we'll find out if they're all good then."
Dream nods, and rests their foreheads together. "I've missed you a lot. I know it's only been like two weeks, but-"
"I know. It's hell not being able to wake up with you." George fiddles with the sleeve of his pyjamas. "Did you tell anyone? Like... how did you explain to Sap that you're here?"
"Said you needed me and he just made kissy noises. Didn't mention, uh... yknow."
George nods, and leans against him. "Can we talk about it later? I need to wake up properly first."
Dream agrees, and gives him another kiss.
George can't stop staring at the little image.
A greyscale scan, showcasing his baby in all their six week glory. The picture's blurry, and the doctor had had to point to the little blob for both George and Dream to finally see, but it's beautiful all the same.
Dream wraps an arm around him, leaning closer.
"They're already cute."
"They're teeny tiny." George nods, and trails his finger along the photo. "That's like - this is how small people start out as."
"I can't get over that you have a person inside you." Clay links their hands. "You're having our baby."
There's a dumb grin on his face, and George scoffs at the sight.
"Can't believe you're already sappy. Lame." George jabs him lightly with an elbow, attempting to draw attention away from his own misty eyes.
Dream tuts, melodramatically rubbing his 'injured' arm. "Well that's not fair, I can't shove you back."
"You could, you're just too mushy to do it."
"Whatever idiot." Dream takes George's hand as they walk down the street. "I love you."
"I love you too." George brushes against him, close as possible. "Does this mean I can live in Florida now?"
"Huh?"
"Like. I'm carrying a US citizen, right? Will they let me in forever?"
"... I actually don't know. Maybe? I, uh, didn't realise you still wanted to go over there."
"Don't be stupid. Of course I do." The brunet rubs his thumb over Dream's. "That's always been the plan. Just because we have a little surprise doesn't mean everything's derailed. Were you seriously gonna move here?"
"I'll go wherever you do."
George fizzes at the way Dream doesn't even have to think about it.
While the immigration process is long, George is allowed back in the US in the meantime, which leads to a long, teary goodbye to his mother, and then the flight, where Dream holds his hand the entire time, pressing little kisses onto it.
And then they're on Floridian soil, George's new home turf, it feels different to his arrival last time. More permanent.
The thing is, they'd kind of forgotten to tell Sapnap.
When Dream unlocks the front door, the house is quiet. George hears a meow, followed by the padding of paws on the ground, and then Patches winds between his legs.
She offers a low purr, and George squats to pet her as Dream brings their suitcases inside.
"Hi kitty. I know, it's been two whole weeks since I was here!"
Patches squashes her head against George's stomach, and Dream smiles at the sight.
"Do you think she can sense it?"
"Maybe." George tilts his head, the cat mirroring him. "Can you?"
She mews in response, then moves to receive cuddles from Dream.
"Hello sweetie. Missed me?" Clay massages her head, a pleased purr in exchange. "Where's Nick, huh?"
On cue, his voice calls from the kitchen.
"Patches! Baby? You there? Your owner will kill me if you're lost!" Sapnap's words are accompanied by footsteps, and he appears before them. "Oh, Dream, you're back. Okay. I promise I didn't lose her, she just went - George?"
George waves at him. "Hi."
Instantly, Sapnap's pulling him into a hug. "Holy shit dude, I was super worried about you. You haven't messaged me in forever, and then Dream said you needed him, I was shitting myself! Hi. You're alright. And you're back too."
"Forever." Dream adds, and squeezes George's shoulder. "You want somethin' to eat?"
"Please." George smiles, and melts into the gentle kiss on the cheek Clay gives him before leaving to the kitchen.
Sapnap watches him go, then pats George on the back. "So, all better?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so. We have some stuff to work out, but, yknow, we'll-"
"Wait. You and Dream are having problems?" He furrows his brow. "You're like, still together, right? You can't break up, you haven't even been dating that long."
"We're not breaking up!" George tuts affectionately. "We, uh, we've had a bit of a surprise, that's all. We'll tell you soon, I promise, I just want to get things a bit more settled first."
Sapnap snorts. "Wow Gogy, I can't believe you're pregnant."
It's clearly a joke, but George's expression slips into one of clear admittance before he can catch himself.
Nick blinks. "Wh - What?"
The Brit winces, and twists his fingers together. "Uh. I didn't say anything."
"I was joking, are you actually..?"
George clears his throat, and pointedly doesn't deny it. Sapnap's eyes widen.
"What the fuck? You're- You and Dream? Are having a kid?"
"Surprise." George mumbles weakly.
They stare at each other for a while in silence, George shifting uncomfortably under the other's gaze.
"I made a sandwich!" Dream walks in, holding said sandwich on a plate, before pausing. "Uh. You two okay?"
"George is pregnant." Sapnap furrows his brow. "He's pregnant."
"Oh, you told him? Thought we were waiting a bit." Dream smiles, and wraps an arm around George's waist. "Isn't it cool? We're gonna have a baby!"
"Cool? That's not - I guess?" Nick's lips are pursed. "Congrats."
George looks away from him, face burning. Shit. He hadn't even thought about what Sap would think.
Dream's hand tightens around his. "Nick. If you've got some kinda problem, spit it out."
"I don't have a problem, I just think- yknow... Isn't it a bit weird?"
"There's nothing weird about having a baby. It's a pretty normal part of life." Clay grips George's fingers harder.
"No, no, I'm not talking about that! I'm not a dick, I don't care that George is a carrier or whatever. I'm -" Sapnap picks at his sleeve. "Can you just give me some time before you make me move out?"
George frowns. "Why would you move out?"
"Because it'd be weird for me to stay? Two parents, a baby, and then just, like, a random guy?"
Dream snorts. "You're not a random guy. You're Uncle Nick. Idiot."
George nods in agreement. "I don't want you to leave. And also - this is really new. I'm only seven weeks along, we've got tons of time to work out living arrangements 'n stuff."
"Uncle Nick. Huh." Sapnap hums, then smiles. "Sounds great. I'm happy for you guys."
For the next month or so, life was pretty much normal, the only real sign of disruption was when George threw up in the mornings, Dream rubbing his back soothingly, and also the excited congratulations from Dream's family. Other than that, it was like nothing had changed.
Sure, George was more mindful of what he was eating and drinking, and Dream wouldn't let him carry anything heavier than a cup, but to anyone who didn't live in their house and see the gentle touches the couple bestowed upon each other, nothing seemed different.
Which is to say that fans know nothing of their relationship or their unborn baby, and neither do any of their friends (other than Sapnap).
They'd agreed that until George starts really showing, everything will be kept hush hush.
It's all great. Dream loves to lie with his boyfriend in the mornings, fingertips caressing George's stomach, now rounded ever so slightly, an inconspicuous curve easy to hide under baggy hoodies. He rests his palms there, and George would move his hand too, until they're interlinked and both touching their precious secret.
Thirteen weeks. They'd attended the first ultrasound appointment in America, this one accompanied by the pounding of a rapid heartbeat, their child already sounding strong, confirmed to still be healthy. Clay had cried, and George had kissed his tears away, squeezing his arm, whispering about how they'll be such good parents, how much the baby will love their dad. It had made Dream cry harder, overwhelmed with love, and a trembling desire to protect.
He'd figured that it would be easy to keep it a secret. Hide his little baby and his George away from the limelight, give their budding family all the privacy they'd need.
He hadn't accounted for how jealous he could be.
George is streaming with Quackity, and Dream's watching the stream on his phone while he tries to edit a video.
Its fine, they're friends, Dream loves Q, he's funny.
The problem is, he's funny.
He's making George laugh. That's not a bad thing, George's laugh is lovely, Dream could drown in his chuckles and the curve of his cheeks when he smiles.
Quackity is a good friend and he is making George laugh, which is fine. It's good. It's good to have friends that make you laugh.
But it is not good when jokes start getting flirty.
"George, oh my god, you're gonna make me act up, damn!"
"Fuck yeah Gogy, let's kiss."
"No chat, I am in love with George, DNF is dead, it is QNF forever."
"George! Someone's on his flirty arc."
Dream isn't a possessive shithead, he's not, George can jokingly flirt with whoever, it's fine, it's fine, but he knows how easily playful teasing can turn to real feelings, and hearing Quackity's near constant words, combined with the exaggerated grin and eye rolls on George's facecam? It's enough to push any man over the edge.
Dream
shut the fuck up
On the stream, he hears Quackity stop in the middle of his sentence, and then laughs.
"What are you laughing at?" George raises a brow, looking directly into his camera.
"Dweamie's mad at me."
Dream
dont call me that
stop flirting with george
"Uh oh." Quackity laughs again, slightly squeakier than last time. "George, please calm down your man before he kills me."
"Oh, he's watching? Hi Dream."
His voice goes a bit softer, and Dream loves him, so he types in his chat.
dreamwastaken: hi george :)
"Is it true that you're sending Quackity death threats?"
dreamwastaken: no
dreamwastaken: i have not said anything
"Well, Dream says he's not done anything so..." George tuts, a little smile at the corner of his lips. "Problem solved."
"Wh- He's lying! I have the messages here! George, are you seriously gonna believe a little green man?"
"Dream would never lie to me."
dreamwastaken: qnf is bad
George rolls his eyes at that. "Oh okay. Jealous Dream?"
dreamwastaken: no
"He is literally so jealous George, we should kiss just to piss him off."
Dream frowns, and gets back on Discord.
Dream
back off
george is mine
"George, I am in danger, control him before I die a horrible death."
Dream glances at George's chat - they're eating it up, and he can already predict Twitter's reaction.
dreamwastaken: i think u should end stream soon george
dreamwastaken: come and talk to me
"Mm, maybe." George replies. He bats his eyes a few times. "I'm having fun with Quackity though."
Oh, and that lights Dream's chest on fire. George is teasing him. He's having fun toying with Dream, like he always has.
So Dream makes sure he wins, and snaps a picture of his dick and sends it to George, captioning it with 'have fun with me instead'. It's a guaranteed victory.
There's silence for a few seconds, and George keeps talking to Quackity, who isn't responding. Dream's brow furrows.
dreamwastaken: check dms now
"Check DMs? Dream, you didn't send me anything."
Quackity makes a choking noise. "Uh. I think... I might have- Dream, you, uh..."
In horror, Dream looks at his messages.
Oh no.
Dream
SHIT
SHIT FUCK
QUACKITY
THATS NOT FOR YOU
DELETE IT DELETE IT DELETE IT
Quackity
my eyes r burning
i need bleach
Dream
SORRY
WRONG PERSON
Quackity
lmao were u seriously gonna send ur dick to george
"Wait." George pauses. "Dream, what did you send."
dreamwastaken: end stream
dreamwastaken: end stream now
He watches the gears turn in George's head, and then sees his stream end.
Dream joins their voice chat.
"...Don't know if it was even meant for you, like, it's kind of a very personal thing, dunno if I'm supposed to-"
"Hi, shit, fuck." He interrupts Quackity, who sounds wary.
"Clay." George starts. "What did you do?"
"First of all, sorry for derailing your stream." Dream winces as the full extent of what he's caused processes. "Um... And Q, I'm sorry that you, uh, saw that."
"Saw..?" Then George groans. "Tell me you didn't Clay. Not what I think it is."
"I kind of, accidentally, forgot to click out of mine and Quackity's DMs. And, uh..."
"Oh god. Dream. You idiot."
"Wait." Alex cuts in. "Was it actually your dick? Or like- one off google?"
George sighs loudly, and Dream cringes.
"Uh. It's... mine."
"Woah. You're hung, dude." A pause. "Wait, wait, what the fuck? Was that actually meant for George?"
Dream just coughs in response.
"You're so stupid Clay." George grunts. "You have a jealousy issue."
"I don't. I just - George, c'mon, what was I supposed to do?"
"Not send Quackity a picture of your dick?"
"I didn't mean to!"
"It's okay, it's not a bad photo." It's clearly meant to be a joke, one Dream appreciates, but then George audibly scowls.
"What? Delete it Q. It's not for you."
"It could be. Right Dreamie?"
"Don't call him that." George fucking growls at him. "He's taken."
Dream laughs. "Who has the jealousy issues again?"
"You. This is different."
"How is it different?"
"Mine's just hormones."
"Hormones?" Alex snorts. "What the fuck?"
George ignores him. "You have to send me the pic now. It's not fair that he's seen it."
"I- Just come here? It was only to get you to pay attention to me, you don't need the pic anymore."
"Did you guys forget I'm still here?"
"Dream. Send it to me."
"Hello??"
"George, I already deleted it."
"What the fuck is happening?"
"Clay! You can't just show other people your dick! Show me!"
"Am I in hell? Did I die and go to hell?"
"Georgie, I didn't do it on purpose. You know you're the only guy I want."
"Do you promise?"
"Absolutely. There's no one I love more."
"Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or a ghost."
"I love you too Clay."
"Why would I hallucinate DNF fanfic?"
"Quackity, shut up." Dream finally rolls his eyes and answers him. "Can you flirt less with George?"
"If I'm about to find out you guys are dating because you sent me a dick pic I'm gonna scream." Quackity warns.
George clicks his tongue, then sighs. "Don't scream. Me and Dream have been together for about five months."
True to his word, Alexis fucking yells down the microphone.
"What the fuck? What the fuck! W- No fucking way, what?"
"You're, uh the first one to know apart from Sapnap." Dream clears his throat. "I guess we'll have to start telling everyone else as well."
"Keep it quiet on stream." George adds.
"I - Damn... Okay, congratulations. That's - About time!"
Clay chuckles. "I know. Took us a while. But, yknow, we got our shit together, and, uh, we're in love."
"Disgusting." Quackity mumbles dramatically. "I'll, uh, leave you guys to it. Need some eye bleach. Nice cock though."
"Go away, you're not allowed to talk about his dick." George huffs, then kicks him from the call. "Clay, can you bring me some tea?"
"Yup. I'll be in in a minute."
George sips his tea slowly as he peers over Dream's shoulder, watching him type to the group chat.
Dream
hello everyone pls consider this my official announcement that me and george are dating <3
Sapnap
wh
i thought everyone already knew??
Quackity
dream. please. i have had enough of you for today.
George rolls his eyes at that. "I can't believe he knows what your dick looks like."
Clay has the decency to look guilty.
Dream
q
we r never speaking of it again
Bad
wait
O.o
REALLY?
...
what did dream and quackity do
Sapnap
is it what ppl are freaking out abt on twitter
dream did u rlly get so jealous u couldnt keep ur dick in ur pants
Bad
language
congrats dream and george!!
Quackity
dont ever mention dream and dick in the same sentence ever
Sapnap
HUH?
W
Karl
dnf is real :O
congratulations!!
... dream dick?
George
no more. no more please.
Quackity
HE SENT ME A DICK PIC
Karl
WhaT
WHAT WHAT WHAT
Dream
BY ACCIDENT
Bad
okay this is my cue to leave
Sapnap
DREAM
WHY WOULD U DO THAT
Dream
IT WAS FOR GEORGE
I WAS IN THE WRONG DM
George
lol
quackity said 'nice cock'
Quackity
W
dont expose me like that
what was i meant to say???
George
nothing?
Sapnap
is it nice? like on a 1-10
Karl
sapnap!
but yeah rate it
George
not that it is ANY of ur business but its an 11.
Quackity
Like a 3 maybe
Dream
dont rate my dick
wtf is wrong with u
A 3?????
George
quackity wouldnt know good dick if it hit him in the face
dreams penis is 11/10
he is trying to take my phone away :(
Dream
im never letting anyone talk ever again
Karl
big dick dream confirmed?
Sapnap
counter argument: george is biased and q has no reason to lie
Dream
STOP TALKING ABOUT MY DICK
George
it is very good
Quackity
that is not true
george dont inflate his ego
Dream
i hate you all so much
George
:(
Dream
not u tho i love u <3
George
:D
Karl
aw they r being cute
Sapnap
i refuse to breeze past the fact that quackity has seen dreams dick
Karl
excellent point thank u sap
q this is excellent blackmail material
u could leak it
dream dick reveal before his face
Quackity
bro id get so much clout
Dream
legal action too
Quackity
u cant sue me im a lawyer
Karl
im not sure thats how it works
George
proof dreams dick is good:
wait i cant find the pic
Quackity
HUH
NO
I DONT WANNA SEE MORE
Karl
george???
i
I was joking i dont
wh
George
[Sent 1 image]
Dream looks at the picture. "George, you're only fourteen weeks, I thought we were gonna wait."
"Well, too late." George smooths his t-shirt. "I changed my mind. Also I'm getting bigger."
He cups the peak of his bump, and then gestures at his fuller chest.
"I guess." Clay sighs, and leans against him. "I love you. I'm gonna miss this being our little secret."
"I know. Me too." George tilts his head, pressing his lips to Dream's. "You get an excuse to talk about me now."
"Like I needed one."
Quackity
wtf is that
odd looking penis?
blob human thing
Karl
mans sent a gray image and went 'thisll show em'
wait
Sapnap
swear they were bigger than that last time u showed me smth
Dream
no?
thats the most recent one
look at them <3
Quackity
wtf am i looking at
what does this have to do with
hold on
isnt that the kinda picture they have on like... dramas where someones pregnant n they go to the doctor
OH
Karl
gOGY?
this has beena day of info overload
dnf real AND dnf baby?
Quackity
why r u having a kid u havent been together too long
already gettinga surrogate?
i mean u do u
i guess youve been in love for forever
George
no surrogate
just me :)
Despite the smiley face he's used, George feels his chest tighten. His fear of rejection comes rushing back, and Dream takes his hand gently.
"It's alright. I'll fight anyone for you." He mumbles.
George rests his head on Clay's shoulder. "I know."
Quackity
ur a dude?
oH
OHhhHHh
boybitch i get it
Dream
wtf did u just say
take that back
Karl
woah
q..
not cool
i hope ur all well !!
Sapnap
alexis i am gonna beat u up
Quackity
?
i didnt say anythiing??
Dream
"boybitch i get it"
im gonna kick ur ass
Quackity
W
is that not how it translates???
George
lol its kind of derogatory
Quackity
SHIT
SORRY
rereading it yeah holy shit
sorry sorry
thats shitty on my part
whats it in english then?
George
dw!!
carrier :]
Dream
whoops
q i will only kick ur ass if u say it again
Karl
dream has entered protective mode
yo wait
@Bad come back
Bad
?
George
scroll up :D
Quackity
sorry again
ur a carrier ! cool
u two r gonna be great parents
Sapnap
ikr
their kid is luckyyyy
ive already seen what toys n stuff dreams been looking at
baby is gonna be spoilt to hell
George
maybe
i want to spoil them
Dream
me too
i literally love them so much already
George
he flew all the way to the uk after i told him <3 just to attend the first appointment
Dream
also to see u
Bad
AAAAAAAAA
A BABY???
CONGRATS U GUYS
HOW FAR ALONG?
Karl
wait yeah i forgot to ask
George
14 weeks!
figured i should tell everyone before i start like... properly showing
bumps already a bit big
Quackity
woah
did dream cry when u told him
Dream
wh
Quackity
be honest
he seems like the type to cry
George
not when i told him
i was doing all the crying then haha
HOWEVER
most recent appointment we had
Dream
oh no
George
everything was going normal
getting stuff set up and all
dr's like... 'just checkin ur diet etc. etc.'
starts up the ultra sound afterwards
cute little baby on screen wiggling about
then dr is like 'oh did u want to hear the heartbeat?'
Dream
IT WAS A LOT
George
so we r like 'yes plz'
lovely strong heartbeat starts playing thru the doppler thing
dream bursts into tears instantly
tbf it WAS overwhelming
Dream
george it was our BABYS HEARTBEAT
like they are alive
inside of u!!!
Ur carrying our cchild!!
THE N U SAID I WAS GONNA BE A GOO D DAD
WHO WOULDNT CRY
George
ur cute
Quackity
i know i asked for this but i am feeling like a third wheel
Karl
thats adorable actually
daddy dream
Sapnap
ew
Bad
Karl!
why would u say that
Dream
never say that again
but also yeah
me n george r gonna make out now
Sapnap
i preferred it when we were talking about dream's dick
Tommy
why the fuck were the first words i read upon waking up 'i preferred it when we were talking about dream's dick'
George just snorts and puts his phone down, tangling himself in Dream's arms.
As the days pass, George notices his belly growing at a much faster pace than it had been.
Second trimester will do that, he supposes. He twists to the side as he examines his reflection, curved abdomen making his hoodie taut.
The baby wriggles a bit, and George smiles, drawing a small heart on his belly with his finger right above the movement.
"Hey you." He murmurs. "You're starting to really grow, huh?"
He gets another wiggle in response. They're starting to move a lot more lately, spurred on whenever they hear voices, a thing they can do now, because they're growing.
The mirror catches George's focus again.
Aside from his bump, which juts awkwardly from his rather skinny frame, his chest has grown a bit too, nothing massive, but it's ever so slightly noticeable. There's also his hips, which have gotten a tad wider, supposed to help the baby not get stuck during birth.
He looks... good.
Relaxed, chilled out. Happy.
George has never been super into his own appearance, but there's something about the way he looks right now that has him drinking himself in. He's been smiling more.
Sixteen weeks along.
George will have his baby in his arms in twenty four. Late August.
It feels too far away, yet at the same time, way too soon.
He caresses his stomach, and Dream walks in, phone in hand.
"I'm thinking about ordering take out. What're you in the mood for?" He glances away from his screen, and his eyes soften when he sees George standing in front of the mirror. "Appreciating your beauty?"
"Looking at baby. They've grown a lot in two weeks."
"They have. You look gorgeous like this." Clay's hands cup George's stomach. "So pretty."
"I think I look happier."
"Good. You deserve it." He kisses George's neck. "Love you so much."
"I love you too." There's an odd sensation as the baby brushes against him, as if to beg for attention. "Baby just moved. I think they want some love as well."
"We can sort that out." Dream sits George down on their bed, and crouches, peeling up his shirt, revealing stretched skin. His lips hover just above George's belly button. "Hi baby. Hi. You writhing about in there? Hope you're not giving mommy too much trouble. We're just talking about how much you've grown! It wasn't too long ago that you were smaller than a pea, and I had to squint to see you on those scans. Not anymore, you're getting so big. Your mama amazes me, I could never imagine carrying a whole human being inside of me."
George melts at his boyfriend's fluffy words, closing his eyes and drowning in the fondness of his voice.
He and the baby are so lucky.
They hold a pregnancy/sex reveal party when George is twenty two weeks along.
His mother flies out, as do a lot of their internet friends, and it's a cute gathering.
Dream is the one recording everything, adding a face reveal on top of everything a bit too much for one day, but there are moments where someone else takes the camera, aiming it somewhere else or hiding him just out of frame, so he can revel with George.
It's also somewhat of a baby shower, everyone having come bearing gifts, and Dream struggles to be away from George for more than a second.
He looks stunning all the time, of course he does, but something about seeing him in maternity wear, all floaty fabric, it's angelic. Even more so when George leans back and rests both of his hands on his stomach, the way his arms settle like he's showing off, forcing everyone to bask in the glory that is himself and their child.
Dream's almost compelled to kneel and worship.
He doesn't though, instead holding the camera tightly, trying to keep his hands still as he thinks about the cupcakes in the middle of the table trapped under a glass box, their centres revealing the sex. It doesn't matter, not really, might not even be correct in the long term, but it still makes him nervous, the idea that he might completely fuck up if he doesn't know enough about girls.
"Pass me the camera. George said he wants you properly for cupcake time."
"Yeah, yeah, of course." He hands the camera to Sapnap, carefully avoiding the lens. "I'll grab it back in a bit."
He walks over to George, who greets him with a happy kiss, and drags him to the cupcake table.
"Alright. So, obviously, the sex of the baby isn't actually a big deal, and might not be right, but it's just a cute little thing I wanted to do. And we didn't wanna do the colour thing either, so inside the middle cupcake is a coin that says either XX or XY." George looks at Dream. "Do you wanna... or can I?"
"Go for it babe."
Dream watches George reach for the middle cake, biting into white frosting and soft sponge. As he takes the bite, the coin inside is dislodged, and falls into George's awaiting palm.
He closes it in his fist, and leans into Dream, who holds his breath until George's fingers uncurl.
"That's an X on one side." George calls out, and flips it over.
Dream feels his heart flutter. His baby feels even more real now.
"And that's another X!"
"We're having a girl!" Dream yells, instantly forgetting any of his fears. "We're gonna have a daughter!"
He whoops, and scoops George into a hug, allowing a few tears to shed as he feels tiny kicks against him.
"A baby girl." George hums, and tangles his hands in Dream's hair. "A little girl."
dream | @dreamwastaken
new video out :)! #dnfisreal
George | @GeorgeNotFound
dream posted a pretty cool video that I'm in u should watch it probably
George | @GeorgeNotFound
also we know that sex and gender are not the same ! until Baby is able to tell us how they identify we will b raising em as the gender assigned at birth
dream | @dreamwastaken
replying to @GeorgeNotFound
^^ this is in reference to pronouns and gendered terms only !! regardless of if the baby is amab or afab, we'd treat em exactly the same. equality starts at home :)
Time absolutely blurs.
One moment, they're having a party, the next Dream is trying to get George to lie down again.
"Babe, the doctor put you on bed rest for a reason. C'mon, you love relaxing, I'll get you some tea."
George just scowls at him, arms folded over his large stomach. "The nursery isn't finished yet."
"I can do the finishing touches, don't worry. You just focus on keeping well, alright?"
"I'm not fragile, I won't like, die from moving."
"I know George, but baby's gonna be here in less than a month and you're supposed to be exertion to a minimum." Dream sits next to him on the bed, caressing his belly. "Please honey. Just for a bit longer."
With a great sigh, George nods, and then wiggles his toes. "I need a foot rub."
"Of course." Clay moves slightly, but George catches his arm.
"And some spicy food."
"I can get you some."
"Tea and biscuits too."
"Uh huh."
"Oh, and can you run me a bath?"
"George." Dream rolls his eyes. "This is a terrible tactic. You know I'll do everything for you, you can keep listing things, I'm still not gonna let you get up."
"You're so annoying." George huffs, then closes his eyes. "Fine. I'll rest."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
George knows that Dream's final stream before his self-imposed parental leave is today, two weeks before baby's due. A day before his birthday.
August 11th.
George knows this, and he also knows Dream well enough that if he doesn't do this stream, he'll feel guilty about letting down the fanbase.
Which is why he doesn't say anything when they're sitting in bed that morning, and a pulse of pain ripples through him. George bites down and smiles through it, nodding along to whatever his boyfriend's saying.
He's not gonna force Dream into abandoning a stream he's been looking forward to.
It might not even be anything alarm-worthy. Might just be a one off pang.
The searing ache that runs along his pelvis after Dream gets up to make breakfast begs to differ.
George does his best to hide it, and he seems to be doing a good job.
It certainly helps that Dream's relatively busy bustling around the house, only hovering around George for ten minutes at a time before floating away to do something.
George curls around himself, pretending to be asleep whilst massaging his stomach, attempting to coax the baby away from labour.
Obviously, that doesn't work.
He grits his teeth and muffles his groan when Dream's stream starts in the room opposite. He can't hear anything, what with the soundproofing, but he imagines he's in the greeting phase.
"Please sweetie. Not yet. Not today." He blinks back tears as his back screams in pain, baby unwilling to listen to his request.
How long has it been now? A few hours at least.
Only two or three more before Dream says his goodbyes, and then they can go have a baby.
Turns out, two or three hours is too long for the kid to wait.
George sobs again after another ache spreads across his body, and then the bed sheets get damper. With shaky breaths, George peeks below the covers, greeted with his waters broken.
Shit.
Slowly, he eases himself out of bed, each movement just causing more and more pain.
Inch by inch, he drags himself to the door, unable to hide anymore.
With both hands clamped around his belly and his legs threatening to give way any moment, George manages to stand outside Dream's door.
Next step, knocking.
But his arms are heavy, his body is heavy, he doesn't want to move.
So he whines. Pathetically.
There's no response, and a corner of George's increasingly pain-addled mind reminds him that Dream is wearing headphones.
He can't help it. The sniffles and quiet weeps turn into full on wailing as his insides burn.
The door opens quickly after that, Clay looking at him wide-eyed for a single second, then instantly looping his arms around him, holding George upright before he falls to the ground.
"Baby - She- It hurts." George cries, and buries his face in Dream's shoulder.
"It's alright darling. It's gonna be alright. Let's get you to hospital now."
George sobs again. "I didn't want to interrupt your stream."
"Shh, George, it's alright, you should've come seen me sooner, you know I'd end in a heartbeat. Babe, you're in labour, that's way more important." Dream whispers to him, and carefully takes his hand. "Let's change you out of those pants, and then we'll go, okay?"
The Brit nods weakly, clinging onto Dream.
Dream has never been so fucking terrified.
He'd thought opening his door to see a red-faced, sobbing George shaking like a leaf was scary, but it's another level hearing him scream on a hospital bed, begging for relief.
"Stop, stop it now, no more, make it stop."
"You're doing so well George." Dream brushes hair from his lover's eyes, wiping sweat from his forehead. "It'll all be over soon."
It's a struggle to keep his voice steady when's he looking at the man he loves writhe in pain.
"Clay, it hurts. It hurts, please."
"You're nearly there George." The nurse says soothingly. "She's nearly crowning."
George just sobs again, clinging to Dream's hand.
Dream kisses his knuckles lightly. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing incredible. Just a bit more."
He screams again, clenching Dream tightly.
It's fuzzy, to George.
He remembers pain, knows it was hell, knows he'd screeched at the top of his lungs.
But it feels so alien, he's numb to it.
No pain can touch him now, not when there's an angel resting in his arms.
His daughter is still, save for her quiet breaths, and George is never going to let go of her. Ever.
Beside him, Clay is crying. George knows he is too.
"She's so perfect." Dream caresses her cheek. "God. George. She's here."
"I know." George nods, and examines her features again.
A cute sloping nose, soft pink lips, chubby cheeks, fluffy blonde hair...
Absolutely adorable.
George shifts slightly, and their baby moves with him, mouth opening slightly as she blinks awake.
"Hello sleepy girl." Dream whispers. "Had a big day today, haven't we?"
There's a warble in the back of her throat, and George cradles her.
"I love you. I love you so much." He mumbles, staring into her wide eyes. "Hi."
Clay shuffles closer, perched awkwardly on the hospital bed, and George twists to give him more room.
Another small noise falls from their daughter's lips. George wouldn't know how to describe it without waxing lyrical about perfection.
"That's your daddy." George's words are quiet, and he can already hear Clay weeping again. "Daddy's come to give you a cuddle, I think."
The baby girl burbles, and George slowly shifts her into her father's arms, already wanting to take her back.
Dream absolutely beams as she stares up at him, looking even tinier against him.
"Hey sweetheart. I'm your daddy. I - You are the most precious person in the world. And I'm gonna keep you safe. You and mommy." He doesn't look away, but he does peek at George from the corner of his eye. "You amaze me George. Isn't that right bubba? Mommy is very amazing. I'm so happy he made you."
George rests his head on Dream's shoulder, kissing his neck lightly. "She needs a name."
"I think the honour of choosing goes to you."
George hums, and just looks at their kid. She already has him wrapped around her little finger.
dream | @dreamwastaken
best birthday present award goes to george, who made me a little cutie pie we'll call S. cant believe im a father now. i love u @GeorgeNotFound
Attached to his tweet is an image of George cradling a bundle of blankets, Sophie's face hidden with a sticker.
Life is perfect.