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Tommy thinks he’s pregnant.
He’s missed his period for two months in a row now and he’s starting to feel queasy too often. He’s had to cancel streams because of killer migraines and constant vomiting for the past three weeks.
And while the pregnancy in itself was issue due to his streamer job and that no one knows he’s transgender, he doesn't exactly remember when he had sex to end up pregnant.
He buys a couple pregnancy tests before he starts panicking. He did get his bar removed only 3 or so months prior, maybe it was fucking with his body? (the logical part of his brain knows it's not the reason)
Hes anxious the whole time he waits for the three tests to process. It was overkill, but if three different brands tell him he’s pregnant than he’s pretty fucking sure he’s pregnant.
His phone buzzes on his kitchen counter, alerting him that the timers done. He shuts the timer off and takes a deep breath, quickly flipping all three of the tests over.
Two lines. Pregnant .
A plus. Pregnant .
And… a digital screen that happily shows “pregnant!” on it.
Tommy turns to his kitchen sink and vomits.
He makes an appointment with his doctor. Sure enough, he’s pregnant! And two days off of being 10 weeks pregnant. They discuss the options that Tommy has right now. Raise the child, adopt the child out or abort the child before it's a child.
He doesn't know what to do.
Is it bad that he wants to base his decision entirely off of who got him pregnant?
I mean, there are so many different reasons for him not to have a child right now but the idea that someone might want to raise a kid with him is enough to make him want to keep it.
The doctor sends him off with a final warning to not wear his binder past 15 weeks if he ever gets that far. Tommy isn’t happy about it, but he nods anyway. He might not keep the baby yet.
When he gets home he calls Phil from his number. The older answers fairly quickly, their unspoken rule of “calls from someone's number is important” coming into play.
“Tommy? You alright, mate?”
Tommy drops down onto his couch and shrugs. Then feels like an idiot because Phil can't see him and gives a verbal response.
“Not sure. Anyway, I just got back from the doctor's and I'm 10 weeks pregnant and I don't know who the dad is,” he blurts it out in one go, never being one to beat around the bush.
Tommy doesn’t realise he’s not out to Phil yet until he gets a confused “ huh ?” blasted into his ear, and then “ Tommy… I don't think you can physically get pregnant .”
Tommy facepalms. Because of course he just simply forgot to tell Phil one of the biggest things in his life. But, to be fair, only Tubbo and his parents know. And whoever he fucked.
“Oh. Right, um, i’m transgender.”
“ Like-Like male to female? Mate, you still cant get pregnant -“
“Do i really pass that well that you think i‘m a cis guy?” He feels a little bit of a euphoric rush go through his body but forces himself to ignore it. Now's not the time for good gender feels.
“ You’re female to male ?!” Shrieks Phil, finally catching on. Tommy snorts, but nods, yet again becoming embarrassed when he realises Phil can't see him.
“Yes, Phil. I’m female to male. Still got me vagina and all. Unfortunately.”
Phil makes a sort of disgusted-strangled noise, “ I didn't need to know that .”
Tommy pouts, “awh, does my genital status give you the ick?” he teases.
“ I’m going to hang up on you .”
“Okay! Sorry! Sorry!” he held a hand up in surrender, even though, again, Phil couldn’t see, “i just need to know who I was with 10 weeks ago. I don’t exactly remember who i fucked to get me here. That was around the time we went to the Wipeout course, innit?”
“ Did you fuck Tubbo ?!”
“What?! No! I would remember if I did!”
“I mean, how would you know- “
“Phil, man, help me out here,” Tommy groaned, leaning heavily back against the couch as he dragged his freehand over his face.
“ Okay ,” Phil sighed, and thought back to the night after the Total Wipeout course. He remembers Charlie had a grand idea to go drinking. Everyone, who were all pumped with adrenaline after the course, enthusiastically agreed and together they all found a pub bustling with people after going back to the hotel to get changed.
There was a band playing, which explained the wild amount of people. Tommy and Tubbo stuck behind Charlie, Phil and Wilbur, neither ever being in a pub before, and followed them like ducklings.
They each ordered their drinks. Wilbur took on the job of getting Tommy and Tubbos drinks and ordered them a vodka mixed with creaming soda each because “you can never go wrong with vodka and soft drink.” (Wilbur’s words)
Tommy and Tubbo tried a few different alcohols that night, but always ended up going back to the vodka and creaming soda.
Everyone except Phil and Charlie are way past drunk when they decide to head back to the hotel, but as the two turn to tell the other three they’re gonna head off, they only find a half-asleep Tubbo.
Phil immediately feels panic. Because Tommy and Will together sober are chaos. Imagine what they would be like drunk ?
“Tubbo,” a sleepy grunt, “where did the other two go?” another sleepy grunt and something that resembles a shrug.
Phil and Charlie both look at each other, and then turn around and start to search the bar.
Meanwhile, Tommy and Wilbur are already back at the hotel. It was meant to be Tubbo and Tommy sharing a room and the other three sharing the other, but Tommy knows by the end of tonight Wilbur’s going to be taking over Tubbo’s spot.
They both make sure the door is locked. They know Tubbo doesn't have a key to get in, it was Tommy's responsibility to hold it at the pub, and with the knowledge that they’ll be undisturbed they fall into each other's arms to have a night to not remember.
Well, shit .
“ You fucked Wilbur?! Tommy !”
“What! I was drunk!”
“ That isn't an excuse ! The guy is like your brother!”
“Dont word it like that! You’re making it sound like its incest!“
“Tommy, you’re going to have Wilbur’s child!”
Tommy pauses and actually thinks about it. He’s a streamer and youtuber, someone who is in the public eye and not out as FtM transgender yet (and never wants to be), and he’s pregnant with Wilbur Soot’s child, someone who is also a streamer and youtuber, as well as a muscisian, and also very much in the public eye himself.
Them having a child together would only end badly. And not to mention, Wilbur doesn’t even want kids. He told Tommy when they were on a call together late one night.
Wilbur wasn't doing too good, and called Tommy to talk to get his mind off of things. Tommy went on a whole rant about anything and everything, and somehow ended up on the topic of kids. Tommy said he wanted to adopt, but that was because he didn’t see himself still having his uterus past 20 years old. Wilbur just simply said he never wanted kids. Didn't give much of an explanation why, but Tommy did not dwell on it then. He just moved on to the next topic.
Tommy somehow burrowed himself further into his couch. He let out a shaky sigh.
“What do I do?” he whispered to Phil, voice watery with tears.
“I think you should talk to Will. I know in the end it's your body that's carrying this child, and it will inevitably be your decision, but i think you should talk to Will before you make one.”
Tommy sniffles and quickly reaches up to wipe the tear that’d fallen away.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” Tommy decides, still wiping fallen tears away before he starts full-blown crying. “Thank you, Phil. I really appreciate your support.”
They both know he means not only Phils support on his trans-ness and his pregnancy, but also Phils support just in general.
“It’s okay, Toms. I am always here for you. Now get something to eat and have a good night's sleep, alright?”
Tommy promises to do just that, but ends up re-watching Heartstopper and falling asleep past midnight.
Tommy’s got the pregnancy tests in his right pocket and his phone in his left pocket with Phil on speed dial. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to tell Wilbur, or how the conversation is going to go. How is he supposed to bring it up? Just “ oh yeah, we fucked while we were piss drunk and forgot a condom and now im pregnant! Hooray! ”? He can't do that! Wilbur would for sure kick him out and never speak to him again.
He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t even notice Wilbur’s opened the door. He’s too busy staring at the rather-ugly plant on the floor, eyebrows furrowed as he thinks way too hard about how he's meant to tell Wilbur he’s going to be a dad. Maybe he should give him a card! He puts that idea in the trash, he doesn’t have a card on him, and he can’t exactly go and buy-
“Tommy?”
Tommy almost jumps out of his skin. He’s at least two feet away from where he originally was at the door, a hand over his beating heart as he stares at Wilbur’s laughing self in shock, taking in deep, shaky breaths.
“You should’ve seen your face!” Wilbur’s laugh is becoming so close to being a wheeze, just teetering on the edge. He’s struggling to breath probably more than Tommy was.
“You prick!”
“What were you thinking about to get so zoned out, Toms?”
Tommy’s heart flutters at the sound of the nickname coming from Wilbur’s mouth. He pointedly ignores it. For now.
“I have to tell you something,” he says, trying not to sound too serious but he fails. Wilbur clearly picked up on it, because he stops his small giggles, face immediately dropping into something more serious and silently lets Tommy inside.
Tommy sits cross-legged in his favourite corner of Wilbur’s couch and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the three positive pregnancy tests and drops them into his lap.
Wilbur sits across from him on the coffee table, frowning at Tommy in concern. Tommy takes a deep breath and…
“I’m transgender. Female to male.”
Not exactly what he wanted to say but it definitely helps with the process. Wilbur nods slowly, taking in the information he already knew from their night together but clearly forgot.
“I’m proud of you,” he smiles, small but genuine, “Thank you for telling me, Toms.”
“Theres more,” he reveals.
“Oh.”
Shakily, he reaches into his lap and grabs all the tests. Wilbur’s frowning again, only this time its deeper. Tommy doesn't know what to make of it, his anxiety peeking with an all time high. He hopes Wilbur won't be too pissed at him for letting this happen.
“I um… I don’t really know how to say this, so,” He quickly shoves the tests in Wilbur’s hands and balls himself up. Hiding his eyes behind his knees so he doesn't need to see Wilbur’s reaction. “I’m really sorry, Will,” he blurts, for good measure. Maybe it will make Wilbur less upset, less angry.
“I, uh…” Wilbur trails off, voice sounding a bit confused. Tommy tenses and hides himself more. “I don’t get it? Whose pregnancy tests are these?”
“Mine,” Tommy squeaks. He hears a puff of air that sounds like “oh” from Wilbur and clenches his eyes shut tight. He should have just aborted and forgotten about it. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have worried about it.
He feels the couch next to him sink, and suddenly he's being wrapped in Wilbur’s arms. He can't help but melt into it. This very well may be his last time ever being held by Wilbur. He lets his head rest against Wilbur’s chest, where he can hear the steady thump thump thump of Wilbur’s heart.
“Who-“ Wilbur cuts himself off. Tommy can hear him swallow and has to hold back his full body cringe at the sound. “Who’s the dad?”
Wilbur’s heart picks up a bit. Tommy sags more into Wilbur, not at all wanting to answer the question. He can just say he doesn’t know and go and abort it right now. He could avoid the inevitable rejection hes about to get from Wilbur.
But this baby is Wilbur’s as well and Tommy feels obligated to give him some decision.
“Its yours,” he whispers, and then promptly breaks into sobs. He pulls away from Wilbur and clambers off the couch, sobbing as he apologises, “I'm so sorry I let this happen, Will. I don’t want you to hate me. I promise i didn’t know until recently. I didn’t even know you were the dad until yesterday and i’m so, so sorry.”
Wilbur quickly rushes forward and cradles Tommy to his chest soft yet firmly. Tommy’s ear hits where his heart is and he can feel Wilbur’s heart going a mile a minute against his ear.
“I don’t hate you, Tommy. Its okay.”
Tommy turns and buries his face into Wilbur’s jumper and sobs. He doesn't even really know why he’s crying, theres no actual reason for him to be. He supposes its just the pregnancy hormones.
Wilbur guides them back to the couch and just lets Tommy sob into his jumper for a while. He hums gente tunes and plays with Tommy’s hair and assures him its okay, that he doesn’t hate him. It takes a while, but eventually Tommy calmed down enough to talk.
“You feeling up to talking?” Wilbur asks quietly. Tommy nods against Wilbur’s chest. “I dont… I don't really know what to think about this whole situation right now but uh… when did we… you know.”
Tommy snorts and Wilbur smiles just a bit, “When we went to that bar after the total wipeout course. Apparently we snuck off and managed to make it back to the hotel in one piece piss ass drunk. I don’t really uh, remember any details.”
Wilbur hums and continues playing with Tommy’s hair and just thinks . This situation isn’t exactly ideal, but he can’t help the way he can feel a small ounce of excitement at the thought of raising a child with Tommy. He’s never wanted kids because of his job and too-long history of mental health issues, worried he’d fuck them up, but having a child with Tommy ? It mightn’t be the worst thing to happen.
He pauses, what if Tommy doesn’t want to keep the baby? Obviously, he would support Tommy’s decision no matter what, but he can’t stop the small tinge of sadness at the thought.
“Will?” Tommy’s soft voice pulls him his musings. He glances down at the blond, humming in response. “How… how are you feeling?”
Not the question he expected, but one that's appreciated. Because while he is feeling excitement at the possibility of raising a kid with Tommy, he’s also feeling scared. Scared he’ll fuck up as a dad, scared he’ll ruin this kid. Scared that Tommy doesn’t want him .
“Will?”
Wilbur blinks and focuses on what Tommy asked him. He shrugs, curling locks of blond around his fingers.
“Happy. Scared. Worried. A lot of things, to be honest.”
Tommy hums in agreement. He hesitates for a moment, before reaching over and grabbing Wilbur’s hand in his own. He intertwines their fingers and is taken back to the night that started this.
He remembers how they walked the cool streets, hand in hand. Occasionally stumbling and needing to hold the other up. Tommy remembers the fluttery feeling of happiness being so close with Wilbur. He remembers how absolutely euphoric he felt as Wilbur pressed kiss after kiss to his body as he gently pinned him to the bed, hands entwined.
Tommy feels Wilbur press a kiss to his forehead and buries his face in the other's sweater again.
“I want to give this a go,” Tommy whispers, “but only… only if you want to do it with me.”
Wilbur presses his nose into Tommy’s hair, breathing in his shampoo. It smells like lynx deodorant, something that doesn’t surprise Will whatsoever.
He lets out a deep breath and nods, “i want to, too,” he decides, “just- just be patient with me, please? I’m always going to be there for you and this baby, but I have some things I need to work through so I can be a good dad and… and a good partner to you too. If that's- that’s something you want to happen.”
He feels Tommy nod into his chest, “I would like that. And I'll always be here for you, too. No matter what you’re going through, Will.”
With a shaky sigh, Wilbur says, “here’s to being parents, I guess.”
Tommy snorts, “here’s to being parents.”