George gets pregnant but it's more dramatic than usual

Hello hello here is a trigger warning!! For miscarriage.
It's very much an integral part of this fic, so do not read if that could be triggering for you!!! There will be a much, much lighter one after this don't worry.
In case you want to know a bit more about what to expect before deciding if this one is/isn't something you'll be able to comfortably read:
- The miscarriage happened years in the past, but George's feelings about it are still prevalent
- The dnf baby will be fine and healthy!! There is no explicit miscarriage in the present tense of this fic! (there are some twitter interactions with it, but that section is easily skippable)
- There no in depth/graphic description of anything. It is only detailed in the way George feels about it and how it affects his emotions and viewpoint, there is not anything physical.
- There will be a happy ending :)
If you still feel good reading after that outline, I hope you enjoy! If not, I'll catch you in the next one. Keep yourselves safe
- love, Mario anon (wahoo)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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George doesn't think about him as often as he used to.

It's like he has a whole separate life now, so removed from his 18 year old self, like he's someone else entirely.

Right now, he's happy. As happy as he can be. 27 years old, internet famous, with a hot husband, he's got so many friends and he's got enough money that he'll never have to work another day in his life if he doesn't want to.

What more could he ask for?

If things had been different back then, George wouldn't have anything that he has now. He'd never have met Dream or Sapnap or anyone, he certainly wouldn't be in Florida, he'd probably be stuck in some dead programming job that he secretly hates.

He wouldn't make the trade off. At least that's what he tells himself.

George doesn't think about what he'd do if he had that choice, the option to go back and this time, his little boy would have made it. He can't torture himself like that, he's spent years coping with it, and agonising over an impossible chance gets him nothing but upset.

He has Dream now. A loving husband, who dotes on him every second, who loves every single bit of him, including his stupid, broken womb.

George hadn't told Dream about it until they started dating. Dream's the only new person who knows, the only one who wasn't already there in his life when it happened. That had sucked.

Telling Dream he was a carrier, watching him get excited over the idea of having a kid together, only to quickly shut him down by blurting the rest.

Yep, he's a carrier. Nope, he can't have kids. Why? Oh, the usual, a miscarriage at 18, a botched surgery removing the dead baby, no more functioning womb for him, haha, what a wild ride!

He'd cried a lot after telling Dream. Cried as if he hasn't had years to process it, like he hadn't already come to terms with it after months of therapy.

And Dream was wonderful. Listened to George cry, held him, kissed his tears away when he woke from the occasional nightmare.

What really solidified it though, what really made George realise he wants Dream forever, is that he asked questions.

No one had done that. No one had looked at George, and asked him what his baby had been like. It was always a topic to avoid, no one wanted to know if George had picked out a name, or what the baby's sex was. No one asked. Apart from the consoling, it was as if George's baby had never existed, not even a little bit.

But Dream asked.

They'd talked for hours. What George had wanted to name him (Nate), what his personality had been like (so feisty, he was always wriggling and kicking about in there), if George got to see him to say goodbye (no, the doctors had cut him out and George didn't know where he went after that)... Stuff like that.

Dream hadn't pushed, always stopped to make sure that George was okay before the next question, let him talk as much as wanted to.

And when Dream had gently asked if George would ever consider adoption, or surrogacy, or anything to do with kids in the future, George had said maybe. Because he knew that whatever memories that came up, Dream would be there to help him through it.

George has never felt so sick in his life. Every single part of him aches, he's got the most killer migraine, and the sight of any food makes him want to throw up.

Truly this is agony. And he doesn't even know where the fever came from.

"Maybe you need a doctor." Dream says softly, fluffing up George's pillows.

"Don't be stupid." George's stomach churns as he replies. He's sure to puke again any minute. "It's just germs."

"'Just germs' usually go away after a few days." Dream caresses his cheek, and his wedding ring feels pleasantly cool against George's clammy skin. "I really think-"

"Clay." George leans into his hand. "A few more days."

"... Alright." Dream huffs, and their bedroom door creaks, getting further ajar. George glances at it, expecting Sapnap, but there doesn't seem to be anyone there.

"Ghost?"

"No, idiot." Dream snorts at him, then leans over. From where George is laying, it is truly a mystery, until his husband straightens back up with Patches in his arms. "She's back again."

"Patches." George coos at her. "Hey kitty."

Their cat has been all over him lately. Probably pity for him being sick, something like that. She keeps snuggling up to him, pawing his belly, sitting in his lap whenever she has the opportunity. It's sweet, yes, but it can get a little bit in the way when he needs to bolt to the bathroom to vomit.

"I can't believe you get sick and suddenly you're the favourite." Dream grumbles. "I've been sick tons, she never gives me kisses."

"Maybe she just hates you." George scratches behind her ears, earning a little purr. "She's my cat now."

"As if." Dream scoffs, and pats his thighs. "C'mere Patches. Stop favouring George. He didn't even raise you."

Patches meows, and curls up over George's swirling stomach.

"See. I'm the favourite." George continues to pet her. "She loves me way more than you."

Dream pouts dramatically, before pressing his hand to George's forehead.

"You look hot. But you don't feel hot."

"What an odd way of flirting." George shakes his head, which is the wrong move, because his vision swims and bile rises in his throat. "Oh. Ugh."

Dream's holding a bin for him before George has to ask, saving him the trip to the toilet. He gags. A lot.

Patches gets up and runs.

"Fucking hell George." Dream mumbles, rubbing his back. "You really need a doctor's appointment."

"No." George shuts his eyes. "I'm fine."

"I'll make the appointment for you if you don't."

"Don't be an idiot." George groans, and coughs up his guts some more. "I'm fine."

"Honey. Please."

"One more week." George tuts. "If I'm still ill then-"

"No. Two days, at most." Dream runs a hand through his hair. "I'm worried darling. You've never been sick like this."

"... Fine." George's headache throbs. "Fine."

Dream relents, and George's insides would warm at how caring his husband is, but they're too busy making him feel queasy.

The fever eases up a bit. He's still throwing up semi-regularly, that's not going anywhere, but George doesn't get dizzy when he stands, and his appetite is back.

Ravenously.

Maybe it's because he's spent the past two weeks puking out every little thing he ate, but now he's going crazy for crackers and grapes, eating as much as he can before his stomach gives up and evicts it all. An awful little loop, but it's difficult to resist the temptation of the plain flavour of crackers.

Headaches come and go, but they're not as debilitating as they were. And Patches is still all over him, settling on his lap or brushing her tail across his stomach whenever she can.

"This is literally rigged." Sapnap grumbles.

"You're just jealous." George smirks from his position on the couch, where the pretty little cat is resting on him. "She loves me the most."

Patches meows, most definitely in agreement.

"Only because she feels bad for you." Sapnap folds his arms. "When you stop barfing, she'll run right back to me."

"No." Dream kicks Sapnap's shin playfully. "She'll be mine again."

"Nuh uh." George boops her nose. "She's a George stan."

"Most people are." Dream puts an arm around his shoulders. "You made an appointment yet?"

"Tomorrow."

"You said that yesterday." Sapnap unhelpfully reminds. George shoots him a glare.

"Georgie." Dream drags out the syllables. "You need to go to the doctor. You promised."

"It's fine." George bats his hand away. "Look, I'm eating again, and I'm not that dizzy. So it's getting better. Just a long fever. I'll be better in no time."

"Yeah, but you're bloated as hell." Sapnap adds. Still unhelpful.

"Woah." Dream shakes his head. "Don't be an ass Nick."

"He is." Sapnap jerks his head to George's middle. "Look, maybe that's why Patches is so obsessed with you. She's tryna get your stomach gas out. Maybe we should get her a medical degree."

"Oh my god, doctor Patches." George smiles at the image of their cat with a stethoscope, before poking his own belly. He is indeed pretty bloated, and Dream does have a point about this Not Being Normal. "Clay."

"Yeah baby?"

Sapnap mimes gagging, sticking to his stupid bit about how 'disgustingly affectionate' they are. It nearly makes George gag too, his current illness reacting to the mime in the worst way possible.

"Can you book an appointment for me?" George bats his eyes. "Please?"

There isn't a universe where Dream would say no.

Obviously, George is not going to the doctor's by himself. Dream is with him in the waiting room, but he does not come with him into the actual clinic, George preferring his husband to not hear about every grisly detail of his mysterious illness.

He and the doctor go through some generic questions, confirming his identity and consent, the usual stuff. She pulls up his file, and looks at him.

"So, could you describe your symptoms to me?"

"I've been sick a lot." George starts. He aims to be as factual as possible, not letting his pride get in the way of telling how bad it is. "Like, multiple times a day for the past two weeks. And a half."

The doctor frowns, but nods for him to continue.

"I've had a really bad headache." Another nod. "And my appetite's been all over the place. Um, there's also, like, bloating in my stomach? I haven't been eating anything more than usual, but I think I've put on a few pounds anyway. Even though I've been sick."

The doctor glances at his file again. "Have you been experiencing any tenderness around your chest?"

George feels his face heat. "Um. A little. My nipples are like... tingly."

She hums, and puts her pen down. "Have you considered that you may be pregnant?"

George blanches. His heart tightens and he clenches his fists. Is this some sick joke? Some evil doctor humour?

"That's not possible."

"Your medical records say you're a carrier."

"And they should also say that my womb was damaged in a surgery, and that I'm now infertile." George grits his teeth. "I can't be pregnant."

The doctor eyes him for a moment, and looks once more at the file. "George."

"Mhm?"

"There seems to have been a mistake. While yes, your uterus did sustain a lot of damage after the surgery, that doesn't necessarily mean that you're infertile. Based on this report, the chances of you getting pregnant are very low, but it's not impossible. And seeing that you've had years of recovery, I'd say it's highly likely that your ovulation cycles are trying to get back on track."

"That's not-" George bites his lip. Fucking hell, he didn't expect to start tearing up. He's supposed to just be sick, he didn't anticipate his feelings getting messed around. "That's - Sorry, hold on."

The doctor rests a hand on his arm. "I understand why this must be overwhelming for you George. We can investigate other possibilities if you'd feel more comfortable with that?"

Silently, George shakes his head. Emotions he's trapped and squashed for years bubble up. He wants a baby. Wants to give someone the life Nate couldn't have, wants it more than anything, he misses his boy every single day of his life, he'll fucking die if he leaves this suggestion dangling, never knowing the answer.

The doctor allows him to compose himself before speaking again. "I can run the blood tests and find out in half an hour."

George takes a deep breath, and nods.

Dream
is everything ok???
u have been in there for like 40 mins
plz tell me ur not dying

George
im fine
shes just finishing up with a test

Dream
fuck george i thought this was just a check up
what r u being tested for?
plz plz plz plz plz dont say cancer

George
its not cancer
i think this is smth we should talk abt in person

Dream
babe youre scaring me

George
it is nothing bad

Dream
its been forever
how is it NOT bad

George
clay please just
wait
i cant type it out

Dream
fuck
ok
i love you so so much george
and whatever is going on youre gonna get through it
ur tough as hell
u can kick every disease in the ass

George
not a disease

Dream
promise ??
i love you

George
ily2
its not
just 5 more mins and i'll b w u

Dream
ok :(
should i get some wine for us to drown our sorrow

George
ur stupid
no

Dream
im UR stupid

George
:)
i love you

Dream
i love you wayyy more

George
no

Dream
:3 :3 :3 (thats me kissing you when u r full of contagious diseases)

George
ur so weird

Dream
im COPING
with the stress of my HUSBAND at the DOCTOR

George
no need to CAPITALISE things

Dream
dont TELL me what to DO

George
hold on

Dream
i am holding
george
georgeeee
george its been 10 mins come here
george :(

George
drs finished
coming.

George is still rubbing away tears as he enters the waiting room, Dream immediately taking his arm, eyes wild.

"George? Fuck, honey, what's- Oh my god."

"Can we get to the car?" George's voice is quieter than he wants it to be, but he's fully aware of the other waiting room occupants listening in. He clutches the folded paper in his hand. Amongst medical jargon and a prescription for pre-natal vitamins, it's written clear as day.

Hormone levels in blood tests confirmed George is pregnant. George to meet with an obstetrician as soon as possible, must be given regular appointments as pregnancy is likely to be classified as high risk.

Fucking hell.

He's silent as Dream guides him by the arm to the car, silent as Dream opens the door for him and silent as he sits in the passenger seat. Dream gets in the driver's side, and George bursts into full on sobs the moment he settles.

"Oh George."

It's awkward, hugging in a vehicle. But Dream pulls him in anyway, and George leans in too, giving in and clambering onto Dream's lap. His legs dig into the steering wheel until his husband moves the seat back.

"It's okay. It's alright." Dream kisses his head. He's shaky too. George wishes he could tell him to put him at ease, but his throat is dry and the words are refusing to form. "Whatever's going on, it's all going to be okay. You're so tough George, nothing's gonna keep you down. It's gonna be alright, it will, I've got you."

Poor Dream sounds like he's trying to comfort himself, his words wobbling in time with his fast thumping heart. George sniffs, and fumbles with the paper. He needs Dream to know nothing is wrong, needs Dream to be okay.

He offers it to Dream without a word, who takes it and kisses him on the forehead before reading it. George clings to him, arms wrapped tightly around him.

Dream audibly gasps, a sharp intake of breath, and George hopes that that's not a bad thing, hopes Dream isn't horrified or upset or anything but supportive.

"Holy shit." Dream mumbles. He puts the paper down, and George buries his face in his husband's broad shoulders, waiting. "I - Fucking hell Georgie. God. I... have no idea what you must be feeling right now."

George snivels.

"I've got you babe." Dream holds him tighter, his thumb brushing George's nape. "I'm here. Whatever you're thinking, it's okay. Oh George."

He sniffles again, and the couple stay like that for a while.

Eventually, George raises his head. Dream wipes his eyes gently.

"I'm- I don't know."

"I know." Dream nods, and he cups George's cheek. "I can imagine."

"I really thought- They told me it couldn't happen, when I woke up, they said..."

"I know gorgeous." Dream kisses his temple. "You don't have to explain it. Or even have anything figured out yet, I know this is a lot for you, please don't worry about making any decisions or-"

"What?" George rubs at his eyes. "Clay. We're keeping it, that's not even something up for debate, that's not being questioned, I'm not gonna even think about any other option."

"Oh. Okay." Dream blinks. "I just thought that maybe you'd be-"

"Do you not want them?" George feels sick at the idea. That he's pregnant with his husband's child, that some kind of miracle has happened, and the love of his life wants to take that away from him.

"No, no, no, George. Are you kidding? Of course I want them. Our kid? They're gonna be amazing, and cute, our little angel. I'm just, I dunno, worried. About how your mental health might get fucked with."

"I know." George nods. "I know it's gonna be hard. But it'll be worse if I just, yknow."

"I get it." Dream squeezes his hand. "This is good news. Really good news. Just a little scary."

"You're gonna be such a good dad Clay."

Dream shakes his head. "That's not what I'm scared of."

He doesn't say it. He doesn't have to say it.

It's an awful, ugly silent worry, a sentiment that shakes George to his core. They're both feeling it, he knows it.

If his miscarriage had happened before his uterus got torn, the odds of losing another baby because of that botched surgery are high. Too high to celebrate, too high to get their hopes up.

And yet George's hopes are up anyway.

It had been two weeks before his 18th birthday when he'd found out he was pregnant. The father had fucked off before that, and George had no desire to drag him back.

He was happy to do it, finish his exams and then take a gap year from uni and have a baby, with help from his parents and his sister. He was happy to have a baby, his little boy, they were going to be a mother-son unit, George would break his own back to provide for his kid.

He can remember the first baby item he'd bought. A little hat, so tiny, perfect for his little baby's head. It was knitted, dark blue, with a tiny little ladybug at the front. He'd fell in love the moment he'd seen it, flattened it against his bump when he was home, looked in the mirror to admire how much it belonged there.

And then April 4th hit, and it all went away.

Baby's heartbeat not found on the scans.

The memory gets hazy there. George vaguely remembers himself screaming, begging for the nurse to try again, and again, and again, but the tiny grey body on the ultrasound screen didn't move anymore, and there was only silence from the Doppler.

He'd gone to the scan alone that day. Usually his mother accompanied him, but she'd had her own appointment with a banker or something. In the early days, after his son was removed, George had blamed her for not being there. He's past that now, but in darker moments he wonders if things had gone differently if she'd held his hand as the ultrasound machine started up.

Things had been bad. They'd been bad in the week that he knew he was carrying a dead baby, waiting for the surgery, they'd been bad in the months afterwards. It's a miracle he didn't flunk his exams, and thank fuck he postponed going to university.

Day by day, things got better. There were worse days too, where he'd wake up and glide his hand down to feel a bump that wasn't there anymore. Days where he couldn't get out of bed, days he didn't want to eat.

When he wasn't in therapy, he mostly stayed in his room. Distracting himself with code, programming stupid things into that stupid Minecraft game.

And then he just... played the stupid Minecraft game. Sometimes vanilla, sometimes with his own mods, sometimes with someone else's. And there was a community there, he joined people's servers, hopping around and not sticking anywhere for too long.

He didn't want to make friends, not yet. He was still sorting out his shit, talking to people was fine but maintaining a conversation was hard. And then he'd logged onto a server owned by someone with a stupid name, BadBoyHalo is a name for edgelords. He'd stuck around there. Bad was kind, and nice, and it didn't feel like work to talk to him.

It was another few weeks before he'd gotten that first DM from this dork named Dream, some dumb spiel about code. He'd replied late, never heard anything back, and that was that.

Except they then talked more. And more, and more. Some idiot named Sapnap was there too, and before George knew it he spent his days looking forward to hanging out with American internet strangers every day.

They'd helped a lot, even without knowing it. George would be in a much worse place if he hadn't had them. If he hadn't had Dream.

It's some sort of beautiful cosmic full circle moment. He'd met Dream while recovering from miscarriage. And now, years later, after so long believing himself infertile, he's pregnant again, the father the man who helped keep him going.

And this time, nothing will go wrong.

George doesn't want anyone to know until he's at least in the second trimester. He needs to get past week 12, the big hurdle, because although his miscarriage had been at 5 months, the risk decreases infinitely after the first 3.

So for now, it's just him, and Dream, and their baby. Everything makes so much sense, the sickness, the hunger, the fatigue. They're gonna have a baby!

It's exciting. And happy. George is excited and happy, but there's other feelings in there too. Ones he doesn't want to think about.

Patches curls up against his stomach again, and Sapnap raises a brow.

"It literally is not fair, you've put some kind of a spell on her. She's supposed to love me."

"She does love you." Dream takes another picture, phone centred on Patches. "George is just special."

"Pfft, special at being bad."

"That doesn't even make sense." George rolls his eyes, and grazes his knuckle against Patches' cheek. "She just knows I'm the best."

Really, George is pretty sure that she can somehow sense the baby. Like, smell the hormones or something. Over the past few days, she's been nosing his stomach regularly, offering little meows and purrs. She's a sweetheart, and George knows she'll love the baby.

Patches paws his belly, which is still looking bloated, with a tiny curve that's obvious if his t-shirt rides up. His baby, already growing so big! So strong! It's hopeful, his baby is doing well enough to round out his stomach even though they're only 10 weeks old, surely that's a sign of how healthy they are.

At 18, George had been more than a little insecure about his bump. Now, George can't wait, knows he will thrive with every inch he grows, because it means that it's all going okay. It means that he has nothing to worry about.

Still though. There are downsides to it being noticeable.

"You're looking a little tubby George."

George has never seen his husband snap around so quickly, eyes narrowing at Sapnap.

"What the fuck dude? How is that any of your-"

"Babe." George places a hand on Dream's arm. "It's okay."

"Sorry, I was just tryna rib you." Sapnap raises his hands in defence. "My bad."

"It's fine." George shrugs, and squeezes Dream's shoulder. "Just a couple pounds."

Sapnap nods. "Relationship weight finally setting in. Dream's next?"

"Maybe." George smirks at his husband. "You'd look alright with a dad bod."

"God, can you imagine?" Sapnap snorts loudly. "I doubt it, he's too committed to his dumb work out routine."

"Don't be jealous." Dream flexes a bicep. "My 'dumb work out routine' got me a hubby, so I think it's worth it."

Sapnap grimaces. "'Hubby'. Don't be disgusting."

"I think it's cute." George rests his head on Dream's shoulder. "But I'm not with you because you spend an hour and a half lifting weights or whatever it is you do."

"I do loads, it's not just lifting-"

"Blah, blah, blah." Sapnap tuts. "No one cares."

"Wh- George, Sapnap's being mean to me."

"Poor baby." George coos melodramatically, pinching Dream's cheek. "Kick his ass."

"Maybe I should."

"George, would it kill you to be on my side for once?"

George nods at Sapnap, then looks to Dream. He slides his hand down to his stomach. "He called me fat, Clay."

"Very true." Dream nods, and throws a pillow at Sapnap. Sapnap lobs one back at him. A dramatic pillow fight ensues, George watching in amusement, Patches running away from the fray.

And then Sapnap tosses a stray magazine at George, which hits him square in the stomach.

Dream immediately drops his weapon (a round cushion), and hurries to George's side.

"You okay? Is... everything okay?"

George pokes his small bump gently. "Um. I don't - I hope so."

Dream runs his hand over George's stomach, as if checking for damage.

Realistically, a magazine is not doing to have caused any lasting injury to the baby. But there's a nagging what if in the back of George's head, and he's definitely paranoid about it. Based on the concern in Dream's face and his determined analysis of the little bump, his husband is also worried.

"Um." Sapnap stands over them. "It was just a magazine."

"Shut up Nick." Dream snaps at him. George is too wrapped up in panic to defend him.

And then he feels a tiny movement. A little swish.

He relaxes. Baby's okay. And that's the first movement he's felt. Everything is good.

"It's fine Clay." George mumbles. Dream looks at him, face pinched. "It feels okay."

"You guys are acting weird." Sapnap grumbles and folds his arms. "You've been like this since you had that appointment."

"Mm." Dream shrugs awkwardly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

George feels another flutter, and he puts his hand over Dream's, keeping his palm glued to his stomach. There's no way his husband will feel anything, but it's the thought that counts. Dream seems to understand, his body relaxing.

"God, you're both weirdos. It's a magazine, he's not even hurt! This is the same drama I'd expect from someone who's pregnant in a soap opera."

George's shoulders tense immediately, and Dream seems to freeze up.

Sapnap blinks.

"Um."

"Hah." George offers weakly. "Good one. That's - Mhm, yeah. Good joke."

Sapnap's jaw drops and he looks between the couple. "Are you pregnant?"

"Uh." Dream coughs. "I'm not, no."

George squirms. Fine. Fine.

"Maybe a little bit."

Sapnap makes an odd squeaking sound, then sits next to George, slinging an arm around him. "Holy shit! Congrats, what the fuck! That's so exciting. You're gonna have a baby! Sorry, I wouldn't have - chucking a magazine at your bump isn't gonna injure your baby, I'm pretty sure. Paranoid much? Woah, that's crazy. You're gonna be parents!"

"I know." Dream smiles.

George nods. The worries are back full force. What if he isn't gonna be a parent, if he never will? If he's doomed for unsuccessful pregnancies forever, if he's -

"Woah, George, what the fuck? Are you crying?"

George shakes his head at Sapnap, ignoring his blurry vision. Fucking hell, is this how he's gonna react to everyone they tell? That's embarrassing, he'll never be able to show his face again.

"It's alright babe." Dream says softly, wrapping him in a hug. "It's all gonna be alright."

"... Is this a bad thing?" Sapnap hesistates. "Do you not wanna be?"

George shakes his head. Of course he wants to be pregnant. Sapnap's an idiot.

"Dream." Sapnap's voice lowers. "You're not, like, forcing him to..?"

"What? No, don't be stupid." Dream holds George tighter. "I'd never."

Sapnap hums quietly. George stops sniffling.

"Sorry." George rubs his eyes. Fucking stupid. "Sorry. I'm fine, this is good. I'm having a baby!"

Sapnap whoops, and tackles him into a hug. Dream reprimands him for 'boisterousness'.

George
hey we told sapnap so it figures we should tell you too
me n dream are having a baby

Quackity
WHAT
????
since when!

Karl
OMG CONGRATS!!!
u got approved for adoption :D ?

Dream
no!

Quackity
oh
what?

Sapnap
they r having a baby
and i found out first >:)
im the fav

George
it was an accident we didnt want to tell u :/

Sapnap
:(

Quackity
L

Karl
L
wait so if no adoption. surrogate !
omg who is she

Dream
also no!

George
im pregnant

Quackity
ur what
since when have u been a carrier

George
since i was born ?

Karl
u didnt tell US

George
why would i

Dream
bc he doesnt want to have ur stinky babies
he wants to have a baby with ME

George
this is true
although our baby might also b stinky sometimes

Dream
im gonna tell them u said that

Sapnap
im gonna tell them that their dad is mean and smells

Dream
why would u do that

Quackity
bc they deserve to know the truth
holy shit tho congratulations

Karl
ur gonna be AMAZING parents

Quackity
yea ur kid's gonna have a great time

Karl
whens it coming out

Dream
:( i dont know if theyre gay yet :(
theyre just a fetus

George
god ur so silly
hes 'practicing dad jokes' except theyre all bad and terrible
baby's due in october

Karl
woahhhh
ur gonna be a mom

George
:]

Sapnap
i get to name them

Dream
what the fuck

Quackity
HE DOES???
UNFAIR

Karl
WDYM YOU GET TO NAME THEM
RIGGED

George
no. sap is not naming my baby
i am naming my baby

Karl
damn dream is banned from the baby naming

Dream
well i'm gonna input ideas george just gets final say

Quackity
why

George
bc dream isnt the one thats gonna push a human out of him

Dream
so true. get his ass george
ur so talented and wise and powerful

Karl
wow we made a whole 8 mins without dream complimenting george
thats some kind of record

Quackity
fr
rocky relationship moment?

George
dont b stupid

Sapnap
you guys may be saved for 8 minutes but i am not
i have been subjected to listening to enough flirting to haunt me for the rest of my life

George
damn that must suck for you

Dream
poor you
wish i could do smth to help

Sapnap
in case either of u want an update.
they put their phones down and are now making out in the kitchen

Quackity
thanks i hate it

Karl
i did not want the update but thanks anyway

"You're so pretty Georgie."

George keens as Dream kisses him softly, curling his fingers in dirty blond hair.

"My beautiful husband." Dream kisses him again. "My love."

George hums contentedly, languishing in Dream's low voice, his hand gliding over his small bump.

12 weeks now. Still healthy. Still safe.

"Look at you." Dream's lips move to George's neck. "Gorgeous. Growing our baby."

George gives Dream a kiss of his own, gentle to the forehead.

"My perfect baby mama." Dream moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses as he reaches George's bare chest. "Look at these. So good, so wonderful for our baby."

The areas around George's nipples have indeed grown puffy with milk, his body already taking steps to prepare for nurturing their little one. Dream's attraction to them is obvious, and George loves it, loves the way his husband tenderly worships the changes.

He lowers again. Lips pressed to George's navel. His breath tickles his skin.

"And hello to my perfect baby." Dream coos at the bump, just big enough for George to move up a size so his clothes will still be baggy, will still hide the curve.

Their friends knowing is one thing. Fans finding out is another, and George wants that possibility far, far away.

The baby flutters inside his bump, and George smiles. God, they're so cute already. Cute on the ultrasounds, cute when they move... George is gonna be head over heels when he sees their little face for the first time.

"My baby." Dream kisses the spot just above George's belly button. "I love you. God, I can't wait til they'll be able to hear me from in there."

"You gonna make me tell you every single little wiggle?"

"Yes!" Dream grins. "They movin' now?"

"A little bit." George rubs the right side of his stomach. "Over here."

"Hi baby." Dream moves, and coos again. "Hi."

After a few more seconds of kissing the bump, Dream moves down again, his breath ghosting over the crotch of George's pants, before he reconsiders and straightens back up, going back to peppering kisses all over George's face.

Right.

"Are we still not having sex?" George huffs, and Dream's shoulders square.

"The baby, George."

"The doctor literally said it was fine."

"But what if it's not?" Dream rests his palm over George's belly. "I don't want to cause... Yknow. There's always that what if in the back of my head."

George goes quiet and nods. Even if Dream did initiate something, George couldn't be certain he'd go through with it.

Yes, the doctor said it was safe. But at 18, the doctor also said that the baby was growing well, but then three weeks later...

Doctors don't know everything, that's for sure.

"I know." George closes his eyes and leans into Dream. "I know."

"I'd never forgive myself." Dream continues. "I don't know if I could deal with that. Being the cause."

George nods, still frowning. "I just miss you."

"I know." Dream puts his hands on George's hips. "Maybe if we go slow? And gentle?"

"Mm." George twists around, pressing his ass flush to Dream's hips. "It has been a while."

"Yeah." Dream's hands slip into George's pants. "Something nice and calm won't be an issue."

George hums in agreement, and the anxiety melts away once they get started.

The baby is still fine and wriggly afterwards. No harm done, which bodes well for the rest of the pregnancy.

Despite telling their friends, George still hasn't told his mother, hasn't figured out the words.

But the baby's not gonna stop growing, and his mum would probably be mad if he keeps delaying telling her, so he bites the bullet and calls her.

"Hi darling." George can hear her smile through her voice. "Was starting to think you forgot about little old me."

"Doubtful." George stretches, and puts a hand on his growing belly. 14 weeks. Still healthy. "Um, there's something I wanna talk to you about."

"I'm listening honey."

George nods to himself, and takes a deep breath. Maybe he should've let Dream be here. His husband had offered to sit with him, but George had denied needing that support. But it still makes his throat feel dry. Saying those words.

"Me and Clay. We're, uh... I'm pregnant."

His mother gasps. George feels familiar tears set in, and he feels like that dumb teenager again, cuddling into his mum and sobbing, both when he'd told her he was pregnant, and when he'd told her he was no longer.

"Oh George. How are you feeling?"

George's shoulders shake. "I'm really - I'm happy, obviously. Surprised. But scared. More and more scared every day. I don't know if I could handle it. Mum... I can't do that again."

"I know baby." His mum's voice is warm. Comforting. A verbal hug. "It's gonna be alright. Has Clay been good? If he says one bad thing, I'll fly over there and whoop him."

George laughs, sniffling. "No need for that. He's been really good. So sweet."

"Good." Her tone is stern. "You let me know if that changes."

"It won't." George swallows a lump in his throat. "Um. I'm 14 weeks. The doctors and stuff, they've all said everything's going well. Clay's been great, I think he's been reading up on pregnancies after, um, miscarriage, he's doing loads of stuff."

"But?"

"There's no but." George shakes his head. "I just know he's excited. And that makes me even more scared of it happening again. I don't want to watch him fall apart like I did."

"Honey." George's mother goes soft. "I know. It broke my heart being unable to help you. But you have each other. Whatever happens, you'll be able to cope together. But I'm sure that's the worst case scenario. You're going to have a beautiful baby."

"I know." George's voice cracks. "There's just that part of me that misses him. I wish he was here."

"Oh George."

"I miss him all the time." George continues. He's weeping now. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'd give it all up, Clay, my new baby... I just miss him. And I hate myself for it, I'm like a bad person."

"George." His mother consoles him. "You're not a bad person for grieving. We both know you wouldn't actually give anything up. You just want him with you. You lost your son George, no one can blame you for missing him."

"I know." George snivels. "I... want this baby so badly."

"And I'm sure your husband is hooking you up with the finest doctors around." George's mother reassures. "You're going to be alright sweetheart. No matter what. You're my little tough guy, you've got this. And you're going to be an amazing mum."

George nods, and stays on the phone with her until he stops crying like an idiot, at which point he finds Dream in their home office, and settles in his lap, his husband cuddling him tightly and wiping away tears.

Sapnap's mad at him.

He hasn't said anything, but he keeps glaring, and giving George the cold shoulder.

It's so confusing. George is pretty sure he hasn't done anything, but every time he tries to approach Sapnap, he gets brushed off. Even Dream's noticed it.

"Are you guys good?" He asks when George offers Sapnap a coffee, earning a glare in return.

"Um. I don't know." George retreats to Dream's side, Sapnap staring daggers at him.

"I don't know Dream. Ask George." Sapnap says coldly.

"I literally don't know what's wrong." George whispers to Dream, and his husband nods, squeezing his hand.

"Is there a reason you're being a dick to my husband or are you just going through something?"

Sapnap snorts and folds his arms. "It's funny you asked. George, you wanna say anything before I expose your slutty ass?"

"What?" George feels utterly lost. He puts a hand on his bump, an anchor, and watches Dream's face darken.

"What the fuck Nick? Why are you being a dick?"

Sapnap doesn't take his eyes off George as he replies to Dream. "I overheard a fun little conversation George had last week."

"With my mum?" George blinks. "That was- I was just telling my mum about the baby, I don't-"

"I'm sure you were George. And I'm sure you'd never want to give the baby up, never want to leave Dream, because you miss some mystery guy. Right George? You miss 'him' so much, you'd abandon my brother and your child."

Oh.

Nothing better than a little bit of miscommunication to make George tear up.

Dream tenses for a second, and George looks at the floor, trying not to cry. It's none of Sapnap's business. That's not something he should know about, not something George owes him.

"George?" Dream's voice is gentle. "Honey. Is this-"

"About Nate." George mumbles. He keeps rubbing his bump, blinking furiously. "I wouldn't. Give anything up. I just worry that I would."

"Who the hell is Nate?" Sapnap tuts. "Dream, I know what I heard, I was walking past his door, and-"

"Nick." Dream's arm wraps around George's waist. "I appreciate your concern. But stay out of it."

"Dream, are you kidding? This Nate guy, he could turn up and just whisk George away, are you seriously saying that that's fine?"

"He's my son." George mumbles. Fucking hell, he hates this, hates the pitying looks he gets, hates the memories that get dragged up.

"George, honey, you don't have to-"

"Your what?" Sapnap blinks. "You have a son? How come you've never said anything? Wha- Where is he?"

"He's, um..." George squeezes Dream's hand. "He- fuck, give me a minute."

"Don't worry babe. You don't have to say anything. It's okay." Dream holds him. George feels shaky.

"Oh. Oh shit." Sapnap's pieced it together. "Oh, fuck, George, I'm so sorry."

There it is. The pity.

George feels his lip wobble. For fuck's sake. His pregnancy hormones are doing him no favours.

"George, fuck, dude, I swear I didn't mean - I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Just leave it Nick." Dream kisses the top of George's head. George buries his face in his chest. "I know baby. I know. I'm here, I've got you."

A hand rests on George's back, patting him a few times. Sapnap.

"That's... really rough dude. I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"'S fine." George's words are muddled together. "Don't worry."

He stays in Dream's arms for a while, their new baby sandwiched between them, George's bump against Dream's stomach. He doesn't elaborate on anything for Sapnap. He doesn't need the details.

It's a good few minutes before he's calm again, the little wiggles and flutters of his baby keeping him grounded.

goldilocks | @1
i miss dream and george :( when was the last time they posted anything

wally reindeer | @2
where r dnf :(( it has been months

75 days without dnf | @3
i'm dyinggg the drought is too much

give me dream | @4
Where Is He

conspiracy mode | @5
what if dnf broke up and thats why we r in a drought
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frogs legs soup | @6
replying
dont say that ill DIE

eyeball emoji | @7
i love sapnap he is rlly carrying the dt fandom rn but . where are dnf

arb | @8
GEORGE I MISS YOU PLEASE COME BACK IM STARVING

nips | @9
what if dream and george died and sapnap is just pretending they r still alive
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bootyful | @10
what the fuck.

dream | @dreamwastaken
playing minecraft w george :) come join stream

0 days without dnf | @3
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YES

french bulldog | @11
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OMGO MOGM UR BACKK

wigglying | @12
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IM SCREAMING IM AT WORK CMON MAN

old man phil | @13
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YES YES YES I VE MISSED UUU

conspiracy mode | @5
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omg it wasnt dnf that broke up... it was the dreamteam
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eyeball emoji | @7
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dont even say that i would sob

George doesn't usually flirt on stream. Or do anything super lovey-dovey. The fans know they're married, it'd be kinda hard to pretend they aren't, but both him and Dream try not to make a big deal out of it. Dream of course has moments where he goes Simp Mode, but George tries to stay as aloof as possible.

But maybe the baby's making him needy.

"Clay."

"Yeah?"

"Why is your bed over there?"

George makes his character crouch sadly, punching at Dream's bed which is a whole two blocks away from his own. He isn't the one streaming, this is just performance for himself. Is this some secret sign that he hates George? No, obviously not, but there might be evil Dream lovers in his chat, and George needs to mark his territory.

He is Dream's husband. And their Minecraft beds should be next to each other.

"Because I just put it in the first place I saw."

"I'm going to move it."

"Wh- No, what if I die, it took us forever to find this spot, don't send me back to spawn."

"Don't die then." George huffs. And then instead of mining or killing mobs, or doing something helpful, he starts to decorate their ugly house. Makes a painting. Crafts a flowerpot, and sticks a rose in there. Puts up some signs with sappy messages on them.

"George, I'm about to die, please tell me you didn't break my bed."

"I didn't." George tuts. "But when you die, you have to move it."

"Alright, alright. What, is it in the way of something? Just build around."

"No." George scoffs and sticks up an item frame, putting another flower in it. "It's just supposed to be next to mine."

"Idiot." Dream laughs softly. He still hasn't died. George doesn't know if he should be feeling quite this proud that his husband is good at a video game, but he is anyway. "Why don't you move yours?"

Holy shit. Dream's actually a genius.

"You're literally so smart." George plays up the awe. Dream is his, no one should think otherwise. "I miss you. Come back."

"I'm just mining! I'll be up in a few minutes."

"Ugh." George pouts to himself. "Just stop. You've probably got like, a billion diamonds."

"I've got five."

"That's plenty. Come and see our house."

"Oh, you've made it pretty?"

"Not as pretty as you."

"George!" Dream laughs. "What has gotten into you?"

"What, I can't compliment my husband?"

"You totally can. I'm enjoying it."

George nods to himself, then exits the little cabin he's built to go and chop some trees. Dream talks a bit to his chat.

"Oh 10 gifted subs, thank you, thank you! George, you'll like this question. 'Why is George being so clingy today?' I don't know. George, can you enlighten us?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, sure." Dream's voice is so soft and airy. "I love you."

"Love you too."

Dream whoops. "He said it chat! Let's go! This is an official DreamNotFound moment!"

"That's so stupid." George smiles. "We're married, it's actually embarrassing you still use the ship name."

"Alright. This is an official Mr and Mr Was-Taken-Not-Found moment."

"Too shy to tell everyone our real last name?"

"Trying not to get doxxed babe." Dream tuts. "The things I do for this family."

"Patches salutes you for your hard work." George tries not to add it too quickly, panic rising at the idea that any fans suspect the truth heir actual upcoming child.

"I'm out the mines now." Dream hums. "You've made the house cute."

George sprints back to the glorified wooden hut, more oak in his inventory. He crouches in front of Dream's avatar, and pretends to kiss him.

"You're so silly." Dream crouches back. "George is in his silly era, chat."

"You're stupid." George scrolls so that he's holding the oak logs. "Do you want my wood Dream?"

"I would love your wood." Dream laughs as George throws him the stack. "Wow, it's so thick George."

George crouches rapidly on Dream, who does the same.

"I miss you."

"I'm right here, idiot."

"No." George sighs dramatically. "I miss you in real life."

"I'm one room away babe."

"True!" George stands up. "Be right back."

He leaves his office (which used to be his bedroom), and sneaks into Dream's, who turns, definitely expecting him.

"Hi baby." Dream smiles at him. "Heard you missed me."

"No, that must've been someone else." George gets closer, cupping his bump as he's about to jump up to sit on the desk.

"Wh- No, no, sit here." Dream pats his lap, so George takes a seat. He makes a good point, George doesn't want to do anything that could hurt the baby. "You can be in charge of reading the chat."

"Wow, someone just said you suck."

"No they didn't." Dream scoffs and George leans on him. "You're a liar."

"Maybe." George tilts his head and kisses Dream's cheek. "Love you."

"Love you more."

dnf lover | @14
george really went 'im going to be the sappiest motherfucker in the world' on that stream

dream dream dream | @4
every time he says babe or baby i lose my mind

wally reindeer | @2
dnf r literally so cute i want to b in a relationship like that

wigglying | @12
I Love DNF

georges kitten | @15
george was so clingy today omg i want more of him like that

sapnaps eyelashes r hot | @16
the minecraft builder x miner dynamic is the best and dnf proved it

Every check up is scary.

Every time George lays on the examination table, and the doctor examines his bump and scans, his heart is in his throat, always one second away from having to go through another loss.

"Oh dear." The ultrasound technician's words are like a sledgehammer to his chest, George already mourning before she says anything else.

Dream grips his hand tightly. "Oh dear? What's- What's going on, what's wrong? Is the baby okay? Is George?"

"George is fine." The doctor says. "And your baby's vitals are still perfect. There just seems to be an issue with their development."

George's heart thuds. "In what way? Is... They're gonna be okay, right?"

"Well, one of their arms seems to be having some difficulty forming." She looks between George and Dream.

"Oh." George hesitates, and looks at his husband. Dream nods, taking over the 'asking questions' job.

"So what does that mean really? Like, are they just gonna be missing an arm when they're born, or could this be, like, more serious?"

"It is likely that everything else is in good shape. They seem to be fine in all other places. Some parents can just be spooked by these kinds of things, and think it might be worth looking into other childcare options, as a disability can be a lot to-"

"It's not an issue." George interrupts her, not feeling a twinge of guilt. "Are there health problems we should look out for?"

"That's hard to tell while they're still in the womb." The doctor looks at him. "All I'm saying is that it can be harder for first time parents to care for a disabled baby."

"We'll learn." Dream says, voice steady. "Swear everything else is okay with them? Heart, lungs, brain?"

"Yes." The doctor nods.

They move through the usual checklist (George's diet, exercise, any abnormalities or extreme symptoms), when George remembers to ask.

"When will other people start feeling the kicks? They're getting super active when Clay's talked to them recently, I feel like they're already tryna communicate with him."

"You're 17 weeks, right?" The doctor looks at her clipboard as she checks. "If you're already feeling them, other people might be able to around 20 weeks. So only a little bit more waiting."

"Nice." Dream kisses George's hand. "I'm excited."

"Me too." George smiles, and there's a strong flutter in his belly.

George knows that Dream has a very soft spot for his little sister.

Drista - or Bonnie, as she's known in real life - is pretty cool. George gets on with her alright, far better than he does with Dream's older sister or his brother, but it's still a little awkward, and he's never gone with Dream to pick her up from high school.

It's rare that he's asked to do it, but sometimes he'll get a text requesting him, so Dream zips off for an hour or two, taking her out somewhere.

This is the first time George has been invited, and he's kind of nervous. Imposing on some quality brother-sister time is always a bad thing, he remembers hating it when his own older sister would bring someone else with her. But Dream had insisted.

Based on Drista's face when she sees George in the car, his husband had not informed her.

"Why is George here?" It's the first thing she says as she takes a seat in the back.

"Because I asked him to come." Dream tuts. "Don't be rude."

"It's fine. Clay, I told you, I was fine staying home."

"Well, I wanted my two favourite people to hang out. So... Too bad." Dream glances in the mirror. "You buckled in?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, well I can see you, so I can also see that you're not."

"Then why did you even ask?"

"Checking to see if you would lie to me. Answer: yes." Dream huffs dramatically, then smiles at George. "You buckled in?"

"You can see that I am, idiot." George rolls his eyes and shifts, readjusting so that his seatbelt isn't digging in to his bump.

Dream starts driving after a bit more back and forth with Drista, and George just listens to their conversation, content to observe.

"So, where are we going today?"

"I wanna go to the mall. They've opened this new shop, there are some sick clothes in there."

"And how will you be paying for those sick clothes?" Dream raises a brow. "Mom give you some money?"

"Well, no." Drista pauses. "You could."

Dream snorts, and his eyes flicker from the road to George. "I dunno. Got a baby on the way Bon, gonna have to run that one by the man of the house."

"Don't be stupid." George puts his hand on Dream's thigh. "You're practically made of money, treat your sister."

"It's not a treat if it happens regularly." Dream scoffs, but nods. "Alright Bonnie. But no more than 500 bucks."

George doesn't pay an extreme amount of attention to everything Dream buys for his sister, but it's way over that $500 budget. Not that it matters, they both make that much in a single stream, if not more, so it's not an issue.

What is an issue, is Dream abandoning them in the food court to go and 'pick up an order'. George has never felt more awkward in his life, an 18 year old girl slurping a slushy opposite a grown ass pregnant man.

"So..." George lifts one of his fries. "How's, uh, school?"

Drista looks at him, then back at her drink. "Fine."

"Yeah? Got a favourite subject?"

"I like chemistry."

"Oh, that's cool."

Silence. Drista clears her throat.

"Um. How's the baby?"

"Baby's fine." George smiles reflexively, hand resting on his bump. "Clay tell you that they've only got one arm?"

Drista stops slurping, straightening up. "No? Holy shit, is that like, bad?"

"Not bad." George shrugs. "They're still healthy everywhere else. Just can't grow that left arm. Only downside is that they're gonna be right-handed. Was hoping for a win for the leftie gang."

"Woah, that's so weird." Drista looks at her own left arm. "How are they gonna do the crawling stuff?"

George eats another fry. "Who knows? We'll find out once they're here."

Drista nods. Another bout of silence.

The baby wriggles, George caressing his belly gently to try to get them to settle down.

"You're really big now."

George snorts. "Not really. Only half way."

"Is it all gross?" Drista pokes her burger. "Pregnancy's always creeped me out."

"Gross?" George laughs again. "I don't think it's gross. And I certainly hope your brother doesn't either. But I get why you could find it creepy. A little person moving about inside of you."

"See, that's like so gross!"

"No, oh my god, I love it. Love feelin' my little baby." George pats his bump, then waves a fry at Drista. "You seem like you'd know Clay's secrets. He told you if he wants it to be a boy or girl?"

"Oh, he totally wants a girl." Drista pretends to whisper. "Did he not tell you?"

"Nah, keeps saying he doesn't mind." George glances at his stomach. "He's gonna be a good dad."

"Yeah." Drista nods. "Super lame."

"True." George sips his water. "He is lame."

"The lamest." She shifts in her seat. "He'll probably be a little too busy to hang with me after college or something, right?"

"Oh." George blinks, making a mental note to tell Dream about his sister's worry. "I don't think so. You'll still do this, I bet."

"It won't be the same with a crying baby there."

"Baby would be staying home with me, I think." George raises a brow. "Or if Clay was gonna drag me and the little one along, I can just say 'dude, chill'."

"Do you seriously call him dude?"

"If I'm feeling bitchy."

Drista laughs, and is still giggling when Dream comes back, holding a big plastic bag.

"That looks heavy." George observes. Dream nods, and sits down, stretching, his arm 'sneakily' wrapping around George's shoulder.

Drista pretends to retch, so Dream kisses George's cheek in response.

"We are in public." George smushes his hand against Dream's cheek. "Control yourself."

"Says the man that can barely keep away from me for a two hour stream." Dream tuts, and steals some of George's fries, and gestures to the bag while looking at Drista. "This is that heavy duty fan mom wanted. I am putting you in charge of giving it to her."

"Why can't you do it?" Drista pouts.

"Because me and my husband are very busy."

"No we are not." George rolls his eyes. "He's just avoiding picking up the crib your mom wants to give us."

"Oh." Drista's eyebrows perk up with interest. "Why?"

"Um." Dream glances at George. "Just... No reason."

"You're being so weird about this." George pokes his arm. "So silly."

"It's just, yknow." Dream coughs, and leans in to speak quietly. "I'm scared of having to give it back."

Oh.

Right.

Despite the whisper, Drista's heard.

"Why would you have to give it back? What, your baby's gonna hate it?"

Dream tenses and squares his jaw. "That's grown up business."

"I am a grown up."

"Well in that case, it's marriage business."

Drista insists, keeps asking with Dream getting more annoyed as he rebuffs her.

George rests his head on his husband's shoulder and takes a deep breath. "It's fine babe. Tell her."

Dream looks at him, then nods. "Um. Bonnie... I'm sure you know that not all pregnancies work out."

Drista's eyes go wide. "Wh- Oh shit, is there something wrong?"

"No. Um, we just have reason to be... concerned."

Drista blinks. "Is something going to go wrong?"

"I hope not." George mumbles. He fiddles with the lid of his hot chocolate cup. "Um, it's just that I've had, yknow, things happen in the past. And because of that, this pregnancy's considered high risk."

"Oh." Drista takes a bite of her burger. "... Clay, you never told me that you guys had, uh, a miscarriage."

Her voice is a whisper with the last word, and George focuses on his fries and the baby's movements.

They're fine. They're alive. They're fine. It's all okay.

Dream looks to George again. A silent question of what he is and isn't allowed to disclose. George clears his throat.

"That would be because I hadn't met him yet." George says it quickly. "Anyway. Um, I'm really craving some more fries, I'm gonna go get some."

Drista takes the hint, and Dream squeezes his hand.

"Let's get those, and then go home."

George nods.

robbie, dreams no 1 fan | @17
Hey guys. I've never done this before but I really need some help.
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My name is Robbie, I'm 18 and I'm a male carrier. I was pregnant (and still am? idk its confusing?) and last week I found out that my baby is no longer alive. I was 16 weeks along. I had names picked out. I'm still crying.
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The issue is that I can't afford the surgery to remove my baby's corpse. And I can't carry around my kid for another 34 weeks, I just don't think I could take it. Not when I know that I'm not gonna get to watch them grow.
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I have all of my savings ($1,500) but I still need another 10.5K and I don't know how I'm gonna get it. If anyone wouldn't mind sharing or donating, I would so, so appreciate that. Thank you so much.

GO DONATE TO @17 | @18
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omg i'm so so so sorry to hear this :( Sending love and support your way. my DMs are open

@17 donation link in bio | @19
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fuck thats awful. sharing however i can

wigglying | @12
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i'm so sorry :( 3ng4gem3nt b00st: whats ur fav animal?

arb | @8
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Im so sorry!!!!! you poor thing. @Dream @dreamwastaken think you could help out your no. 1 fan?

@17 support campaign | @20
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:( i'm so sorry. using my george moot for this. @GeorgeNotFound @GeorgeNootFound cmon dude surely thats spare change for you.

eyelash stan | @16
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donated and retweeted!! lmk if theres anything else i can do.

George doesn't check his mentions often, but this time, most of his recent ones are all for the same thread.

He reads it, and cries, shows it to Dream, then cries some more.

"I want to pay for it. All of it." George mumbles when Dream finishes reading, and pulls him into a hug. "I need to."

"I know." Dream kisses his temple. "Do it babe. We can afford it."

"I- I need to like, DM him, or something. Gofundme supposedly takes a cut of the money, and, yknow, I don't want him to use his savings, and-"

"George." Dream cups his cheek. "I know. And I know that that's scary, putting yourself out there. But I've got you. Won't let anyone say a word."

George nods, and after talking himself in circles, shoots off a DM.

He doesn't get a reply, so George takes to more drastic measures.

George | @GeorgeNotFound
can someone tell @17 to read the DM i sent him

robbie. link in bio | @17
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??????? WHAT THE FUCK

George
Hi Robbie. Dream and I saw your tweet and I just wanted to ask if you'd be alright with us paying the entire bill for you? Keep your savings and keep the donations you've got too- we'll pay people back if they demand a refund or something, but I'm sure they won't. You're very brave, and you will get through this. Everything will be alright. Please get back to me with your Paypal or your Cashapp or something.

Robbie
HOLY SHIT
sorry im kind of freaking out rn im really overwhelmed with all the support and ive still got hormones pumping thru me give me a sec

George
I know. Don't worry. Take your time.

Robbie
this is insane
are you sure?? theres only 2k left on the gofundme i would feel bad taking that money for nothing

George
You've gone through a traumatic event. I doubt anyone would blame you for putting some money towards therapy or similar.

Robbie
i guess so
???? this is surreal

George
Just pretend I am a random rich guy

Robbie
ok ok ok
heres my cashapp
are u sure?

George
I'm sure.
Sent.

Robbie
you sent 15k thats more than i need. let me give it back

George
Don't worry about it

Robbie
I'm crying thank you so much

George
Nah the american health care system is fucked

Robbie
this is so nice i'm losing my mind

George
You have much more important things to focus on than some Minecraft player sending you some money

Robbie
i know

George
You got family taking care of you?

Robbie
yeah
and my bf

George
Good
It will all be okay.

Robbie
easy to say that
sorry that was rude

George
I get it
It is easy to say but much less easy to go through
Idk if you've had the capacity to do any research, but this is a link showing all the miscarriage support groups in the USA.
And here is one for an international group forum. Lots of helpful stuff there

Robbie
Thank you so much oh my god

George
Don't worry
I am just very sorry for your loss.

Robbie
yeah
thank you george

George
Ofc

George | @GeorgeNotFound
Hey, so some more people have been tweeting gofundmes and stuff to me, and while I have no issue with donating and fulfilling those goals, please do not expect me to DM you. That was a one off.

gnf hates women | @21
replying
yeah ofc u would only care abt a mans problems

arb | @8
replying
george i love u but its so weird that youd go out of ur way for a dude whos having a miscarriage when there are so many women who go thru that too

george's misogyny found | @22
replying
just say you hate women.

anti gnf | @23
replying
very cis white man of you to go out of ur way for another cis white man as some kind of charity points thing, but everyone else can go fuck themselves

xray fish | @24
replying
george :/ this is Not It

George | @GeorgeNotFound
No I do not hate women.
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Not that it's anyone's business, but the reason I DM'd him (who you should all STOP sending hate to) is because when I was 18 I went through the same thing.
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miscarriage is very difficult and the surgical process to remove someone who you loved with your whole heart can be very intensive for male carriers for reasons I will not get into. it was difficult for me when i was in the uk, with free healthcare, and I can't imagine having to stress about paying for it.
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i mourn my child regularly, even more so now that I'm pregnant with Dream's baby (which we weren't going to mention for another couple of months, but fuck it, you'd have found out anyway as i'm very much showing).
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Those feelings were triggered when I saw that I'd been tagged in that thread, and I reacted emotionally. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have tweeted so publically to ask him to check dms but having been in that situation, I know how dark thoughts can get and i was worried
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I would not wish that situation on anyone. It remains the most awful time of my life, and it still affects me to this day. It gets better, ofc it does, I'm very happy with my marriage and my life and especially my current pregnancy, but it does still stir up a lot of emotion
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I'm sorry that I don't DM everyone who needs medical attention/financial help/mutual aid. But it's honestly draining to do that. I am also sorry for giving anyone the impression that i hate women or hold sexist views. Not my intention
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Miscarriage is hard regardless of your gender. I'll link some of the resources I used when I was going through mine. Right now I've been using this forum regularly, I'm finding it very helpful (dealing with a current healthy pregnancy after going through a loss in the past).

Dream | @Dream
replying
As someone who watched you type this out and tries to provide all the support you need: I'm so proud of you babe. You are the strongest person I have ever met, and I know how hard it was for you to write all of this out.
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I love you so much. I know that carrying our baby can be so so tough for you, and you're doing an incredible job. You're an amazing husband, and you're an amazing mother. Thank you for all that you do for our family.

Sapnap | @Sapnap
replying
i'm so proud of you dude. ur tough as hell

Quackity | @Quackity
replying
holy shit george i had no idea. can't imagine what ur dealing with. i love u buddy! here if u ever need to talk

Karl | @KarlJacobs_
replying
GEORGE :( Sucks that you felt you had to tell everyone. I love you man. if u ever need me to listen i'm here

Today's the day. Everything George has been dreading.

He's officially 20 weeks pregnant.

This baby is now older than Nate. And that fucks him up in ways he never imagined.

Dream lays with him in bed, both of them silent. George concentrates on how Dream is holding his hand, and tries not to panic with every pause in the baby's movements.

The longer the seconds tick by without his baby giving him a little nudge, the more he feels sick.

"It's been five minutes." George mumbles. "Fuck, Clay, it's-"

"Honey." Dream adjusts against him, hand cupping George's bump. "I'm sure the baby's fine. Maybe they're just tired, yeah? Can't be wriggling all day, poor thing will get tuckered out."

"But what if something's wrong?"

"George." Dream squeezes his hand. "You cannot spend every day of the next few months stressing about this."

"That's stupid." George twists around to look at his husband, careful not to turn too quickly, moving his head first and then slowly rolling his hips so that his bump doesn't get jostled. Getting big now. If he hadn't have made that thread last week, he would have to announce the pregnancy soon anyway, it's undeniably noticeable. "How am I supposed to not stress about our baby dying?"

"Please don't say it like that." Dream frowns. "I know that it's hard, not to worry about it. But we've passed that big hurdle, right? And the baby's still healthy. There's gonna be no surprises, not with the weekly check ups. I really... George, I want to start getting ready. Turn a room into a nursery, talk about baby names, try and settle into being, yknow, mommy and daddy. Trust me George, I get it, I know that you're scared every day of it, um, happening again. And I'm also scared of that. But if we keep being so cautious about it, then we're gonna be way too unprepared when the baby comes."

George scowls. "'No surprises'? Clay, Nate was perfectly healthy and then out of nowhere he fucking died inside of me."

He watches Dream's face flicker between expressions. And then after a few seconds, he speaks.

"George. This isn't Nate."

It's like a punch to the gut. Dream's got that stupid pity in his voice, the one he knows George hates. George wants to scream. That fucking look, the doubtfulness in his eyes, the worry, the shit he just said.

"I'm sorry?" George balls his fists and clenches his jaw. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Dream bites his lip. Takes a deep breath.

"I, um... I've been a bit concerned about, uh, how you view our baby. When you compare them to him. I know you're still grieving George, I know, and of course you're gonna be on edge. I get that. But sometimes, like, I dunno. They're not him. They're gonna be their own person, I don't want them to grow up in a shadow." Dream hesitates. "Nate's gone, George. Our baby-"

"Get the fuck out." George's entire body trembles.

Dream doesn't move. "Honey, I don't mean to-"

"Get out." George shoves Dream's chest. "Get out! Fucking leave! You're a fucking dickhead, I hate you, I am never going to forgive you for this. Fuck off!"

Dream stumbles out of bed, hands raised in surrender. "George, babe, we need to talk about this."

"I don't want to talk to you. Ever. Fucking. Again." George's throat hurts from how fiercely he's yelling. "Get away from me."

Dream opens his mouth to say something, and George just screams until he backs off, closing the door behind him. He loses track of what he says, he knows it's probably something vile, and every bit of him is shaking.

He sobs. For a very, very long time.

His voice is hoarse, his mouth is dry, his throat is aching like hell.

But the baby is moving. The baby is moving, and they are okay. That's all George can ask for.

Dream
Hey. I know you're mad at me. And I'd like to say I'm sorry for upsetting you. But I'm not sorry for what I said. I think it had to be brought up at some point, because whether or not you'll admit it, you do compare our baby to him. And I think you know that.
You said some really hurtful shit George. I'm gonna be staying with my parents for a bit because I don't think I did anything to warrant being yelled at like that, and I need some time to get over that. I understand it's a very difficult subject, I know why you said everything you did. And I am so sorry for causing what I'm sure were some very awful feelings.
I love you more than anything. You're my fav person in the world, and I would do so much for you. Once you've decompressed, give me a call alright?
And if this is a proper fight, that will last for a while, please don't keep any baby updates from me. I am very very stressed about the effect this might have on you and the pregnancy. I would hate to be the reason we lose our little miracle. And I know you'd hate me for it too. So please please please tell me about every little thing going on with them. Our baby should not get caught in the crossfire if we're going through a properly big argument.
Good night Georgie. I love you

George
morning

Dream
Hi
sleep ok?

George
no

Dream
me neither

George
i'm sorry
can you come home

Dream
is the baby alright

George
baby is fine. still moving and everything

Dream
then no

George
what ??

Dream
i told you. i need some time to get past some of the shit you said to me. it hurt

George
im sure it couldnt have hurt more than hearing that ur husband thinks ur using ur child as a replacement for ur dead son

Dream
that was not what i meant.
i just meant i was concerned about raising our baby in a way that might make them feel inadequate to an older brother they have no idea about

George
I'm not an idiot I can read between the lines. I know what you meant.
i can barely even remember what i said to you.

Dream
you told me that i was a good for nothing piece of shit who doesnt do a single thing for you, that i'm the biggest waste of space you've ever met, that marrying me was the worst mistake of your life, and that if something were to happen to our baby, it would be my fault because i make you want to end it all. also that losing our baby wouldn't hurt as much as losing nate did, because at least that would mean you have no reason to be tied to me anymore.

George
oh

Dream
yeah.
"oh"

George
I'm really really sorry
like fuck thats awful
i'm so sorry
i don't feel like that at all i dont know why i said that
I didn't mean a word I'm sorry

Dream
I know that
Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

George
sorry

Dream
I'm gonna eat breakfast with my mom now.
we can talk later

George
clay please

Dream
we'll talk later george.

George
please babe

Dream
I love you
And we'll fix this
but I'm going to eat my breakfast and take some time to get over it

George
ok
i love you too
more than anything ever

Dream
call u later
ily

George
yeah
ily

Everything feels lonely. Sapnap's avoiding George too, offering nothing more than tense greetings when they pass by each other in the house.

Based on the way George's throat aches, it's no surprise that Sapnap overheard. It honestly wouldn't be a surprise if the entire neighbourhood heard.

And the worst of all, is that Dream had a point.

George has been comparing every single step of this pregnancy to the one with Nate. And maybe he has, a little bit, been viewing them as a second chance. Sometimes in his head, when he looks down at his bump, it's like Nate's there again.

But it's not. Dream is right. Nate is gone.

And having another baby isn't going to bring him back. This is a different person. Someone he's made with Dream. It's their little baby, and they will never be Nate, and it's irresponsible to assume that just because things went one way with Nate, it doesn't mean this baby won't get a happy ending.

Fucking hell, George has been mindful and protective and caring for the bump, keeping this pregnancy going and the baby healthy, but he hasn't done any preparedness shit.

Dream's just right. No nursery, no names picked out, they haven't been shopping for baby clothes or toys.

George has been a bad mother, and the baby isn't even here yet. And he was a bad husband too.

Reading what he'd said to his husband, the love of his life, in a spur of the moment mindless rage... Fucking hell, it's a wonder that Dream hasn't already handed him the divorce papers.

He's done nothing all day but wait for Dream's call. He's eaten, but only for the sake of the baby. Otherwise, he's not sure if he could've got out of bed.

Nothing distracts him. He refreshes a 'Dream updates!' Twitter account regularly, just in case he wants to communicate through tweets. Which he won't, it's a stupid idea, but he does it anyway.

The baby wriggles.

"'S okay baby." George mumbles. "Daddy will be home. He'll come back. He loves you. Mummy really, really messed up. And I'm sorry. Mummy loves you too, you don't have to be anyone other than you."

He thinks back to a conversation with Drista. How Dream had told her he wants a girl.

George has to wonder if the main reason behind that is so that there would be less reason to draw parallels between a little baby girl, and what would have been his baby boy.

His phone buzzes, and George scrambles to answer, his husband's name on the screen.

"Hey."

"Hi." George's heart hammers. "I... Clay, there's so much I have to apologise for, I'm so, so sorry. That- I can't believe I said that stuff. You don't deserve that, you have never done anything to deserve that stuff and-"

"Easy gorgeous." Dream cuts him off. "Take a deep breath. God, your throat sounds painful. You had a hot drink?"

Trust Dream to want to care for him even after everything George had said.

"Mhm. It's - I'm just so sorry. And I miss you. And you were right." George tears up, but he can't cry, he's the one in the wrong. He tries to sniff as quietly as possible. "I- I have been comparing them. And I think I got mad because I didn't like that you called me out on it. And I want to stop, I've already been catching myself when I'm thinking stuff like that, I will get better, I'm not ever gonna let our baby hurt or feel like they have to live up to him, and I honestly didn't realise it was a problem and- I'm just sorry. I'm sorry. Please come back, please, I can make it up to you, I'll fix everything, I love you so much and I shouldn't have... Please Clay. I love you. I need you."

Dream doesn't reply.

"Clay? Clay, don't go." George sniffs again. Fuck these baby hormones, he wouldn't be muffling sobs if he was his usual self.

"Sorry, I'm here. I'm always here George. I was just thinking." There's a rustling sound. "I love you too darling. And I know that maybe if I'd brought things up a bit more tactfully, you wouldn't have felt like you needed to get angry. So I'm sorry too."

"No, no, it doesn't matter that you brought it up, I shouldn't have... I don't know. I'm sorry." George takes a deep breath. "I don't want to fuck things up with you."

"Nothing's fucked up babe." Dream's voice is soft. "Gonna take a lot more than one bad argument to ruin this. I know you didn't like the space, and I didn't mean to make you worry about our relationship, but I think this day apart has been pretty important. I've sorted my head out, I'm not mad at you or anything, and you've had time to clear stuff up too, right?"

"Mhm." George wipes his eyes. "I think I should speak to someone. About... how to make sure I won't mess up with the baby."

"And I wanna speak to someone about how to help you with everything." Dream pauses. "I don't think reading materials were enough."

"Yeah." George sniffles. "Can we turn my office into a nursery?"

"Absolutely. Where's your PC gonna go?"

"I don't know. We'll find somewhere." George caresses the peak of his bump. "You gonna bring home the crib your mom has?"

"Uh, I was actually thinking maybe we should get brand new stuff." Dream hesitates. "Like... a clean slate. Not in a way that ignores Nate, obviously, but like-"

"I know." George nods. "That sounds good."

"Um, I was also thinking." Dream clears his throat. "I - Okay, I spoke to your mom. I hope that's okay. And she said that you never had any kind of memorial for him. So I was wondering if you wanted to do something like that. Get a plate engraved, light some candles... I would've suggested that way sooner, but I thought you'd done something like that when it happened, so I just left it and - Are you okay? Sorry, I kind of overstepped. I know that."

"No." George's sobs are back full force. "No, no, you didn't overstep. I wanna do that."

"Oh baby." Dream says gently. George wants to pull him through the phone and hug him, the same ache from when he was still thousands of miles away. "I love you."

"Please come home." George snivels, on the verge of begging. "I miss you."

"Honey. I'm already in the car. 10 minutes away."

"I love you so much."

George stays on the phone, not hanging up the call until he's hugging Dream at the door.

Starting therapy together was a little weird. George has never imagined that he and Dream would need couple's counselling, but they were there anyway.

At least it was less about issues with each other, and more about how to cope together to make sure that the past won't have an effect on their baby, once they're born.

And the starting point with that, according to Dr Flowers, is assuming that this pregnancy will certainly result in their happy healthy baby. No more 'ifs' or doubting. Their baby deserves more than being stuck in some limbo.

That's difficult.

But a baby step isn't.

"You said your son had a name?" Dr Flowers had asked.

"Yeah, Nate." George nodded, hand held in Dream's.

"Does this baby have a name?"

"Uh, no." Dream shook his head. "We don't know the sex."

"That seems like a good place for you two to start separating this pregnancy from your first."

And that made sense.

So at the next check-up, 21 weeks, after all the usual questions, George asks.

"Um." He clears his throat. "Two things."

"Everything alright?"

"Yes. Yeah. Um, first, is it normal that Clay still hasn't felt the baby kick?"

"Very normal." The doctor nods. "Some people aren't able to feel outside kicks until about 28 weeks. Sometimes more."

"Right. Okay." George squeezes Dream's hand. "Also... Can we find out the sex?"

"Of course. I'll try and find something on the scan."

And a few minutes later, the husbands are looking at the ultrasound, as the doctor points out the various body parts. There's the arm, there's the legs, the head, all still healthy and perfect and as it should be.

"And here..." The doctor points between the legs, which seem to be splayed. "Your baby's showing off today, wants to make this nice and easy for us. No problems here. Baby's definitely making sure that mom and dad know she's a little girl."

George's eyes go misty, and Dream gasps.

"A little girl!" He beams at George. "We're having a daughter!"

"She's our baby girl." George weeps a little, smile wide. His baby, his daughter. His girl.

Now the only issue is figuring out what her name should be.

George
help what do i name my baby

Quackity
well well well
look what we have here
what happened to 'I aM iN cHArGE of NaMinG thE BAbY'

Dream
we have a list
we just dont know which one to choose

Karl
why do u have to have a name now

Sapnap
ya u still have like. a million years

George
we have 4 more months (ish)
and also our therapist says we should give her a name
bc of the whole past Uh Oh stuff

Karl
the uh oh stuff
No offence but thats so funny

George
yeah
anyway

Dream
a name for our little girl!

Quackity
whats on the list

Sapnap
i think you should add nicole

Dream
no
top 5 are:
Laura Sophie Eva Poppy Hope

Quackity
thats a long name

George
i like Hope a lot
but also all of them

Karl
Think about the Nickname Potential

Sapnap
thats true kids are mean
poopy poppy

Dream
:( why would anyone say that to my baby

Quackity
if she shits herself in class or smth

George
are u speaking from experience assblaster alex

Quackity
what the fuck george

Karl
i meant more . cute nicknames
like eva can be evie or eve
or sophie can be soph

Sapnap
hope can be ho

Dream
if you call my daughter ho i will ban you from everything

George
Laura can be L + ratio + didnt ask

Dream
i cant think of any nicknames for laura

Quackity
lozza

George
that feels like a friend nickname more than a parent nickname

Karl
wowww george doesnt want to be friends with his kid

George
i will b great friends with my baby
but not enough to call her lozza

Dream
george holy shit

George
yea?

Dream
what about charlotte

George
Charlotte Rudson

Quackity
hahah i hate ur last name

Dream
whats wrong with clay and george rudson

Sapnap
Sounds like scoobydoo saying hudson

George
how have we made it this long without you saying that.
why didnt you say that before i got married
sapnap. please. you could have warned me

Quackity
ruh roh rudsons

Karl
reorge rudson

Sapnap
scooby dooby doo

Dream
rudson is a cool name ur just jealous

George
back to important things
charlotte.

Karl
charlie or lottie or lotta

Sapnap
i'll b real i can't think of a bullying name

Quackity
Charlotte is cute
lottie rudson

Dream
lottie rudson!!!!!!!!!!
thats SO cute

George
fuck thats adorable

Sapnap
ruh roh. rottie rudson

George
don't ruin this
i like charlotte :)

Karl
that wasnt in the 5

Dream
it is Beyond the top 5
charlotte <3 <3 <3

George
'this is my daughter charlotte'

Dream
'my husband george and our daughter lottie.'

Sapnap
if this is how my parents decided on nick
by talking in imaginary scenarios
i dont know what i would do

Quackity
real
'this is my son alexis'
cringe

Karl
i think i was named karl even before my parents knew i existed

Sapnap
this is true youre such a karl

George
ok me and clay have officially decided
our daughter is called charlotte

Dream
(unless we change our minds when we see her)

Quackity
Woooo!
happy charlotte naming day

Sapnap
that is a really cute name tbh
uncle nick and lil charlie

Karl
that could be a comic series

George
not lil lottie?
alliteration

Dream
ur a genius babe <3

George
<3 <3 thanks i love you

Sapnap
this wont be included in the comic.

Karl
real. no one wants to read that

With how hectic preparing for a baby can get, George had completely forgotten about a Minecraft event he'd agreed to go to.

Beyond the meet and greets, there was also some 'award ceremony', like the Streamys, but for Minecraft creators. And of course, Dream was nominated for a few, the main one being for the Best Unique Content, or something like that. George has a nomination as well, but it's unlikely he'll win. Still fun though. It's silly, and frivolous, and it's next week.

In Los Angeles.

The idea of flying is scary. He'll be 23 weeks, very obviously pregnant, and the fear of something happening to Charlotte is overwhelming.

"We can cancel."

"Honey, you need to be there to accept your awards."

"I might not win."

"Don't be stupid, you're going to win." George rolls his eyes. "You could go without me."

Dream's brow furrows. "What if you win? And I'm not gonna leave you and Lottie. I'll be literally on the opposite side of the country, that's too far."

"Well, I don't know." George bites his lip. "I know that it would be fine, I just... Yknow."

"I know." Dream nods, one of his hands on George's bump.

"If the flying's an issue, why don't you just do a roadtrip?" Sapnap yawns from his place on the armchair.

George blinks.

"Woah." Dream looks at Sapnap, a little surprised. "Why didn't we think of that?"

"Because you're both stupid." Sapnap doesn't look up from his phone. "Charlie's gonna come to me with all her problems that need solving."

"She is not." George folds his arms over his chest, and the movement draws Dream's eyes to his softer, rounder 'pecs'. George tuts at him. "You're a pervert."

"I'm not." Dream scoffs. "I'm looking at your bump. Where our beautiful baby is."

"I'm sure that's what you're doing. Not ogling me at all." George rolls his eyes, and Sapnap loudly coughs.

"I'm right here." He singsongs. "And you need to thank me for the road trip idea."

"Sure." Dream smiles. "Thank you. You'll be driving of course."

That has Sapnap sitting upright, frowning. "No, what? I'm going on the plane."

"Wow, he really wants to fuel the Dream Team break up rumours." George sighs. "Oh well."

"Yeah." Dream shakes his head, still caressing George's bump. "We'll just have to unfollow him in response."

George nods, doing his best to stay solemn.

"Fine." Sapnap grumbles. "I'll drive. But only if Karl and Q are invited."

"There is not enough room in our car that."

"Sure there is, it's a 5 seater."

"I'm pregnant." George grumbles. "What if I want to lay down?"

"Then you'll just have to suffer." Sapnap shrugs.

Patches meows in agreement from her seat on the windowsill.

The day before they leave for their roadtrip to California, after an appointment with the doctor to make sure Charlotte's still okay, George and Dream come home to a small parcel on the doorstep.

George knows what it is immediately, and he doesn't open it until he's safely in his bedroom, Dream's arm wrapped around him.

"You okay?" Dream's voice is gentle, and George holds the keychain tightly.

It's a small circle of silver, the word Nate engraved with a ring of small stars around it. Simple, minimalist. On the other side is a tiny inscription.

Forever loved by mama.

George cradles it in his palm. He'd expected to cry for a while, but he doesn't. He sheds a few tears and smiles at the little engraving, looping it onto his keyring where it nestles between other meaningful items.

He and Dream spend the rest of the day packing, and cooing over the bump.

"Surely it makes the most sense for George to get shotgun."

The five of them are standing by the car, locked in a debate.

"But I want to sit next to Clay."

Quackity gestures to George's bump. "But it'll get cramped back there."

"If George and Dream sit in the back together, then I should be shotgun." Karl moves towards the door. "Because I'm the tallest out of me and you."

"Do not stick me in the back with the lovebirds." Quackity looks at Sapnap. "How about I drive, and you-"

"No, I'm good with driving."

"Karl, your suitcase isn't fitting in the trunk." Dream calls.

"Then take one of your millions of bags out." Karl huffs.

George ignores the bickering, and walks over to his husband, the beginnings of a waddle evident as he moves.

"Excited to listen to this for hours?" Dream smiles at him, still adjusting bags in the trunk.

"So eager." George grumbles. He rests his hand on his belly, Charlotte giving him a wriggle at the same time. "I'm gonna go insane."

"It's okay, we'll go insane together." Dream squeezes George's hand. "And we have the ultimate weapon, we can just start kissing when we want everyone to shut up."

George snorts, and watches Quackity move his hands wildly as Karl keeps pointing at the car.

Dream shuts the car trunk, and quietly opens a door for George.

"You sit behind Nick, I'll go in the middle."

"Ugh, but he does that thing where he moves the seat all the way back."

"Just kick him."

"Oh, that sounds fun." George slides into the car, and Dream knocks on the hood, drawing their friends' attention.

"Q, you're in the back with us. Sap, drive. Karl, shotgun. We'll change drivers in a couple hours."

He has a commanding tone that George rarely hears him use, and it's good. He should be stern more often.

George bumps his head to Dream's shoulder once everyone's buckled in, Quackity already complaining before Sapnap even pulls off the driveway.

It's on day two of the drive that it happens. Karl's behind the wheel now, Quackity in shotgun, with Sapnap on the other side of Dream.

Karl's music is playing, some anime opening blasting at way too loud a volume, and George is leaning on Dream while snacking on some crackers they'd bought at a gas station.

George is tired. He hadn't rested particularly well at the motel, the mattress uncomfortable and Lottie too active, so he's doing his best to doze off despite the music in his ears and his friends' loud chatter. Dream rubs soothing circles on his bump, pressing the occasional kiss to his forehead, so it's not all bad.

Their baby is moving a lot, writhing around like she has a personal vendetta against George's desire to sleep. Whether it's the music, the talking, or the feeling of movement from the drive, she's wide awake, and intends to keep George up with her.

"I fucking love license plates." Quackity says, perky. "That one says 'ass'."

"I love ass." Sapnap cheers, and Karl somehow manages to make a 'your mom' joke.

"Dream." Karl says then. "Are you an ass man?"

"Careful Dream." George warns light-heartedly. "Watch what you say here."

"Uh, I think I'm more of a human man."

"Boo." Quackity groans. "Lame answer. Lame joke."

"Lame question." Dream tuts back. "Something a middle schooler would ask."

"Woah, what were you up to in middle school?" Sapnap crows. "You delinquent."

Dream rolls his eyes, and gently drums his fingers on George's bump.

George would hazard a guess that that's Charlotte's final straw, maybe a little bit annoyed by all the noise and movement. She kicks out, a little thump, and Dream immediately gasps.

George's eyes widen, and he looks at his husband. "Did you feel that?"

"I- Holy shit, George." Dream beams at him. "Was that her?"

"That was her!" George straightens, and Dream leans down to his bump as best as he can with a seatbelt on..

"Oh my god, hi sweetheart." Dream coos. "You're kicking! Oh, you big strong girl."

"Woah, for real?" Quackity twists round in his seat. "That's sick. What if she just like, kicks so hard she bursts out your stomach?"

"Quackity." George stares at him. "You have watched too many weird alien movies."

"I wanna feel." Sapnap stretches his arm out, and Dream bats his hand away.

"George didn't say you could."

"You can feel when we are not in a car." George looks back down at his bump. There are more movements, less forceful than her first. "Can you still feel?"

"A little bit." Dream's hand is under George's t-shirt, pressed to his skin. "She going ham?"

"No, settled down." George rests his palm over Dream's knuckles, repositioning him closer to where the gentle kicks have moved to.

"I think she is trying to jam out to my epic tunes." Karl says. George scoffs in response.

"Unlikely. I think she hates them. Saying 'turn that shit off'."

"I think George said 'turn the volume up'." Sapnap says, and Karl does.

Asshole.

George doesn't have the willpower to care too much, Charlotte's fluttering and the awe on Dream's face enough to keep him happy.

George george george | @25
GEOREG AND DREAM JOINT MEET NGREET AT THE MINECRAFT EVENT

I MET THE DREAM TEAM | @26
omg i know i'm in the pic too but look at them <3
[Image attached of a fan with Dream and George]

quack quack jacobs | @27
look at george's bump :) he's fr glowing
[Image attached of a candid photo taken of George, whose hand is on his bump]

dnf hell | @28
cute interaction alert: dream just frowned in the middle of the meet n greet after george mustve said something to him and he just momentarily closed the line
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and even george was confused (HE SAID 'babe?'!!!) and then dream came back with a chair out of nowhere and was like 'you shouldve said smth sooner'
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man really went 'i am going to stop everything to make sure my pregnant husband is alright'

Sapnap pics! | @29
ok i know im a sapnap acc BUT i did meet dnf as well and they were both so nice and funny. George saw my sapnap merch and said 'i'm sorry u have no taste' LMAO

sasquatch united | @30
I'm at the dnf meet and greet and I'm pregnant and George was like 'we match!' it was sick he is so silly

The award show is blatantly silly and overly dramatic. Everyone's doing their best campy acceptance speeches, overacting with shock when their name is called, it's honestly so fun that George doesn't regret the noisy road trip.

After Quackity accepts his Funniest Creator award with a long, dramatic speech and fake crying, the 'Most Unique Ideas' category comes up.

George squeezes Dream's hand as his husband's name is read out along with Wilbur's, Tommy's, and some other creators that George isn't too familiar with.

"The creator winning the Most Unique Ideas award goes to Dream!" The presenter (some D-List reality star) says.

George whoops, as Dream does the classic fake look-around-in-shock, before going up on the stage to collect his little plastic trophy.

"Wow, what an honour." He smiles, and laughs, and George loves him. "Um, no way I can top Quackity's incredibly emotional speech, so I'll make this speedy."

Quackity cheers loudly, George chuckling to himself.

"I'll do the generic 'wow, the other nominees were so good', but everyone knows I'm lying, because, yknow... Tommy Innit."

"Bitch!" Tommy yells from somewhere behind George.

Dream snorts. "Obviously, wouldn't be here without the other two members of the Dream Team. Sapnap, you're an idiot, and I'm gonna put the trophy in the kitchen so you always know I'm cooler and more unique than you. And, of course, George. My gorgeous husband. One day, we will pass on this incredibly important and real prize to our child, who I am so excited to meet. Uh, the rest of my speech was just gonna be about George and our baby, but I think someone would actually strangle me if I kept going on about them, so I'll just wrap it up with a thank you, and I'm gonna be the most unique ideas man to ever live! Woo!"

George smiles and claps along with everyone else as Dream returns to his seat, leaning in to whisper to George as he sits.

"Look, it's already scuffed." Dream taps the lip of the trophy.

"Just like your ideas."

"Damn, okay." Dream rolls his eyes and George laughs quietly. "Where's a supportive husband when you need one?"

"You knew what you were getting into." George kisses Dream, a quick peck. "Proud of you and your silly little prize."

"You need one too, and then we can be a prize-winning family. That way we can get Lottie into some fancy school."

George trails his fingers over his bump. "Maybe."

They quieten down and pay more attention to some more awards, the categories including Greatest Skin, Worst Skin, Most Awful Build, Most Complicated Redstone Engineering.

And then the category George was nominated for. Tidiest Coding for a Mod.

The D-Lister reads out everyone nominated, and then calls George's name.

George does his best to be melodramatic like his friends, gasping loudly and clasping his hands together. He eases himself out of his seat, and makes his way up to accept the flimsy little prize.

"Now, I'm not saying I definitely won because of my degree." George looks to Dream. "But maybe you guys should all have stayed in school. Also, I'm not doing the cringe declaration of how much I love my husband, even as a joke. So Clay, you will just have to pretend I did."

"I love you too!" Dream shouts.

"Look at that, he's got such a great imagination." George chuckles to himself. "Tidy up your programs guys! Please stop sending me your gross, ugly, messy code and asking me why it's not working. Also, if this ends up as a clip somewhere, and my baby finds it - Hey! Look, I won at an award show, and you were here, please go tell all your friends how cool and famous I am."

He finishes, and moves back to Dream, who clinks their trophies together.

"Prize-winning family." Dream smiles.

"Prize-winning family." George leans in to kiss him again.

George watches Dream give the wall the first brand new stroke of paint.

It's a pastel purple, supposedly, with enough of a pigment for George to see it.

He rocks slowly on the new chair, wooden with a nice cushion on it; George can see himself feeding Charlotte here on late nights, perched by the window as the chair sways.

Right now, Patches is the one in his arms, purring softly with her body draped over George's 25 week bump.

"Do you think that's too thick a coat?" Dream asks, staring at the wall. George snorts.

"Does the thickness matter?"

"It has to be perfect for her George."

"Clay, no offence, but she'll be a newborn baby. Lottie's not gonna care if the paint is too thick or too thin."

Dream hums, and dips the roller back in the paint. "I know. Do you like it?"

"I can barely tell the difference. But yes. I like it." George pets Patches' head. "I've stolen your cat."

"She'll come running back to me after you give birth." Dream huffs. "She's only cuddly because she likes your bump. Still my cat."

"Our cat."

"My cat."

George tuts. "Okay, well, I guess Charlotte is my daughter."

Dream turns and frowns. "No."

"Uh huh." George smirks. "Your cat. My daughter."

"Fine. Our cat." Dream gets back to his painting. "Our daughter."

"Yeah." George's hand moves from Patches to the top of his bump, Lottie squirming around. "That's you gorgeous. Our daughter."

He ignores the way Dream's expression melts with love. George hasn't been great at talking to the bump out loud, but he's been getting better. One of the ways Dr Flowers suggested bonding. Dream gets a sappy look on his face every time, and it's enough to make George embarrassed.

"Your dad's looking at me." George grumbles to her. "With his eyes all wide and googly. You're gonna know that look very well. Bet your daddy's gonna look at you like that all the time. He's gonna love you almost as much as I love you."

"Um, no, I'm gonna-"

George tuts at him. "You're not supposed to interrupt. I'm talking to Lottie, we're having a conversation."

"Sorry, sorry." Dream waves his hand. "Continue."

"Right. I will." George looks at his bump. "Sorry about that darling. Daddy is so rude. But we love him anyway. Especially because he's doing all the hard work right now. I mean, apart from carrying you. That's my hard job. Uh, mummy's hard job. Still practicing using that, sorry sweetheart."

A few kicks.

"You're so cute in there." George taps his stomach. "I love you. My little Lottie. Gorgeous girl. Me and daddy are so excited to meet you. We're gonna make sure you have everything you need. I can't wait for cuddles with you."

"God, holding her is gonna be the best thing in the world." Dream says quietly.

George hums in agreement, continuing to rock.

The walls are closing in on him.

George hyperventilates, body shaking.

No. No, no, no, this can't be happening, this isn't happening, he can't do it again, he'll die. He'll fucking die.

He lowers his hand again, touching his hole with shivering fingers. Maybe he imagined it.

He draws his hand back up, and sobs.

He's bleeding.

It's supposed to be okay. It's supposed to go right this time, they have a room prepared for her, he's 28 weeks, he's supposed to be fine. Lottie's supposed to be fine.

He screams for Dream, head spinning. Fuck this. Fuck this so much.

He can't concentrate, can barely hear what Dream's saying when he rushes into the bathroom, barely feels the way his hands rest on his shoulders.

Something about hospital. George nods numbly, allowing Dream to lead him to wherever.

It's like he's 18 again. The world's gone mute the same way it did when he was looking at that ultrasound screen, Nate stone still.

All of his senses are silent, he can't think, let alone focus to try and figure out if Charlotte's still moving.

Dream's still saying things, they're in the car, and George just wants to shut down.

He's still in a state of numb shock until they're already in a ward, a nurse fussing around him

George blinks, and his mouth feels dry. He turns to look at his husband, who looks pale and teary.

"Clay." George mumbles. He's still shaking.

"Oh thank fuck, you haven't been responding to anything." Dream lets out a sob, wrapping an arm around him. "My George. Thank god."

"Lottie?" George's throat is tight. He's already nearly crying again. "Is..?"

"She's okay." Dream grips George's shoulders tightly. "She's alright, look she's still there, still wiggling."

He points at the screen George hasn't noticed. Indeed, there's his little girl on the scan. Moving. There are lots of wires and devices stuck to his belly, and one is monitoring her heart, a line pulsing in hopeful rhythm.

"Oh. Oh my god." George takes a deep breath. "She's okay."

"Are you?" Dream cups his cheek, eyes rimmed red. "I - Fuck, I was so scared."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to shut down." George leans into Dream's touch. "I'm sorry."

"Don't. No need." Dream strokes his skin. "I just love you."

"I love you too." George looks back at the scan. "And her. I just- I couldn't handle it. I couldn't."

"I know baby." Dream squeezes his hand. "Me neither."

The nurse clears his throat, and George looks to him.

"The bleeding signals that you are very likely to give birth prematurely." He says. "We're talking in the next few weeks."

"But-" George swallows a lump in his throat. "What does that mean for her? Is she- Is it all gonna be okay?"

Dream squeezes his hand.

"She'll have to stay in the care unit, as she won't be finished with her development." The nurse looks at George sympathetically. "Depending on how early she arrives, you might not get to take her home for about a month or two."

George's heart twists. "Wh- But she'll be okay?"

"We will have prepared everything she'll need, and give her the best care we can."

Dream holds George's hand tighter.

"And she'll be alright? She'll live?"

The nurse hesitates. "We can't promise that. There is a slim chance that your baby might not survive outside of the womb at such a young age... Especially given that there are already known developmental issues, with her missing arm."

George's heart stutters. "But - No. No, how do I make her stay in for longer then? Can't you do something?"

"Going on bedrest will certainly help keep her in for longer. Reporting any more bleeding as soon as possible, trying to maintain a low stress environment..."

"Sorry." Dream grunts. "How are we supposed to keep things low stress when you just told us our daughter might not make it?"

"I know, I'm very sorry sirs." The nurse is apologetic, and it's not his fault, but it doesn't help George's anger and anguish. "If we all work together, it's very, very likely she'll survive. And the more time your baby gets in the uterus, the safer she'll be."

George nods shakily.

Bed rest it is. And he'll somehow stay unstressed for the next few weeks, until she's had enough time to arrive safely.

George | @GeorgeNotFound
Hey I know we said that we'd have a big 'baby shower stream' before me and Dream stop posting but unfortunately plans have changed and that will no longer be going ahead.

dream | @dreamwastaken
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to clarify: George and I will not be streaming again until further notice. I have a video to post next month, but other than that, there will not be any new content. Sorry

Every single movement scares George now.

They're so close. He's nearly at 30 weeks, so close to that milestone, and now he's having false contractions. Every time Charlotte goes too still, or his cramps get worse than usual, he's imagining the worst, and Dream can do little to help.

"I just wanna get to 32." George mumbles to his husband after another fearful ache that stops when Lottie starts kicking again. "That's - I know she'll still have to have some time in care, but..."

"I know." Dream tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. "Me too."

George sighs, and takes his head off of Dream's shoulder with a groan. Being in bed is so boring. But waddling to the bathroom is hell, both because his bump feels heavier than ever, and the dread that there'll be more blood in the toilet bowl.

"Pee time?" Dream asks. He was attentive before, but now he's waiting on George hand and foot, and George is too afraid of something happening to their daughter to tell him to back off. He just nods, and Dream loops his arm around George's waist, helping him out of bed.

They move together to the bathroom, George's nerves too frayed to be embarrassed about his husband helping him sit on the toilet.

He glances in the bowl. No blood. Thank god.

Every little thing feels like it takes twice as much time as it used to. Getting up, washing his hands, sitting in bed.

Charlotte kicks again as George resettles, his hand going to his navel.

"Hi you." He mumbles. "Mummy's gonna get you here okay. Just stay in for 2 more weeks at least, alright? I know you're excited to join the world, but me and daddy want you to get here healthy."

Dream kisses the bump. "This is true Charlie! You hang on in there. Bet your mommy's womb is cool, you definitely wanna keep cooking in there."

"Don't get cooked though." George hums. "That'd be bad."

"Yeah, we want you nice and raw and fresh."

"Clay. What the fuck?"

"Sapnap." George grunts as a little ache curls around his spine. "Can you get me some water?"

"Make Dream do it." Sapnap rolls his eyes, not moving off of the bed where he's lying horizontally. "I'm busy."

"You're on TikTok, you're not busy." Dream scoffs. "Go and get my husband some water please."

"Wh - You're not busy either!"

"He is, he's helping me stay relaxed." George tuts, and pokes Sapnap's shoulder with his foot. "Please."

"Fine." Sapnap sits up and huffs. "But in exchange, I get to give Charlie a middle name."

"No." George rubs his bump gently, an attempt to get a wriggle out of his baby. "... She hasn't moved in a bit."

Dream tenses, and Sapnap puts his phone down.

"Um. I'll get that water." He flees the room, and Dream bends to talk to George's belly.

"Lottie. Honey, please give daddy a little kick, just so I know you're okay."

They wait a few seconds.

Nothing.

Other than the growing cramp in George's back.

"Oh." George's eyes go wide. "Oh no."

"No, no, babe, it's probably fine, maybe she's just sleeping?" Dream says quickly. "We'd know if something was up."

"I think-" The pain spikes, and George breathes in sharply. "Clay..."

Dream's eyes widen, and George grips his hand.

"It's too soon." Dream says quietly. "Maybe it's another-?"

George shakes his head.

10 weeks premature isn't too bad, right?

She'll be fine. It will be fine.

"Alright. Um." Dream's voice is shaky. "Should we..? Fuck, let me get the hospital bag. Do those, uh, breathing exercises. The weird ones."

George swallows but his mouth is dry.

"I've got your water!" Sapnap re enters the room, glass in hand. "Everything good?"

"I'm having a baby." George mumbles.

"Uh, yeah, I know, you're kind of super pregnant."

"Nick." Dream takes George's hand again, the duffel bag full of everything they could possibly need in his other hand. "Help me get George to the car."

Sapnap blinks, and then drops the glass, which shatters. "Holy shit, you're having a baby."

Labour goes quickly.

It's painful, obviously. George doesn't know how he's still alive, it felt like his entire body was being pulled apart.

But what's more painful is not getting to hold his daughter. She's whisked off to the care unit before George can even get a good look at her, but she's alive.

For now.

George wants to rip out the little voice in his head.

"When can I see her?"

"You need to rest George." The doctor ignores his question. "Try and get some sleep."

"No. When can I see her?" He tries to be firmer, but his throat is wrecked from the screams he made pushing a baby out of him, his baby, who he should be allowed to see.

"After your body has started recovering." The doctor stays stern.

George squares his jaw, and starts to get out of the hospital bed, his movements heavy and slow (and hurting like hell). Dream gently pushes him back in.

"Babe." His voice is quiet, shaky. "Please. Please don't make things bad for you too, please, don't do that to me."

George blinks. His husband sounds so fragile and meek. It's enough to get him to give in.

"... When can Clay see her?" George asks instead.

Dream's shoulders tense.

"We'll let you know."

George could bang his head against a brick wall over and over, and it still wouldn't hurt as much as his heart does.

He just stays in the (admittedly comfortable) hospital bed, still bleeding downstairs, and Dream lays down next to him.

They weep together, embraced. George no longer has the comfort of a baby in his belly, no longer has kicks or wiggles to feel hopeful with.

The fear of another silver circle on a keychain, this one engraved with 'Charlotte', is too much to bare.

Seeing her, so tiny, hooked up to all sorts of tubes... George sobs again, still not used to the sight even after several days.

His little one. His baby. Her singular arm has some type of drip connected to it, her hand not even twitching a bit.

Her chest moves up and down though. And all her vitals are still going as strong as they can be.

It's the first session of 'kangaroo care'. Stupid name, too fun and light for what feels like the worst situation.

Dream runs a hand along George's bare back, his shirt off so they can have skin-to-skin contact.

A nurse gentle moves Charlotte into George's arms. She makes the tiniest, weakest cry George has ever heard, he just needs to wrap her up. Just needs to make her feel better.

"My baby." George says, words shaky, as she lays against his chest. "Mummy's here. You're gonna be okay. Mummy's got you, mummy loves you, mummy loves you so much."

Dream drapes a blanket around George's shoulders, waiting for the nurse's approval before reaching out and caressing her tiny cheek with his knuckle. George just keeps staring at his little girl.

And she really is little. About two pounds. It feels like just holding her could break her fragile tiny body.

"I love you." He says again. "Me and your daddy, we love you so much. My perfect little angel. You're doing so well."

"Doctors are saying you're right on track." Dream whispers to her. "And you don't have jaundice. You're totally winning against all the other babies in your unit. Makin' daddy proud."

"We'll have to get you a trophy." George mumbles, doing his best not to cry and make her upset. He wishes he could feed her, but she's still stuck on a feeding tube for another few weeks at least. All he can do is hold her, her small head on his shoulder.

She needs some fat on her. George has been in the care unit, he's sure it's warm enough, but he's still terrified she's going to freeze to death.

He kisses the top of Lottie's head, hoping that's allowed. The nurse doesn't stop him, so he assumes that's okay. He gives her a few more kisses.

They've only got an hour, and then the doctors are whisking her away again. And this time, George and Dream aren't allowed to stay the night. They've booked themselves into a hotel for the next few weeks, unwilling to be 20 minutes away in their own beds.

George continues his whispers, and it feels like he hasn't nearly had enough when the nurse announces it's time for Charlotte to go back to the care unit, and pries her out of George's grasp.

Quackity
how are u guys holding up

George
guess

Karl
not very good

George
how did u figure that one out

Sapnap
:(
how was charlie today

Dream
doing better
2.5 pounds now!

George
nurse said we could try breastfeeding tomorrow
thank fucking god
she needs some milk in her

Quackity
breast u say

George
i'm not in the mood for jokes

Quackity
right yeah ofc sorry

Dream
we were only in twice today :/
they were 'busy'

George
like anyone has anything better to do than making sure lotties okay

Sapnap
what about all the old people

George
i dont care
i only care about my baby
everyone else can wait

Karl
sorry guys we cant perform this life saving surgery today
we r looking after a baby

George
exactly u get it

Dream
sap have u been feeding patches

Sapnap
yes obviously?
idiot
she says meow

George
what if patches thinks charlotte is a toy and attacks her

Dream
babe we have talked about this

George
i want to hear what sapnap thinks

Sapnap
i think thats stupid

George
ur stupid.

Karl
thats so true tbh

George sits on the hotel bed, staring at his keychain.

He loves Nate. Obviously. Of course he does.

But fucking hell, he would rather go through losing him again than have to keep waking up, not knowing if today Lottie might not make it.

Does that make him a bad person? Maybe.

It's not like he loves Charlotte more. Except maybe it is, a little bit.

Nate probably hates him now.

An arm winds around George's waist. George leans instantly on Dream's shoulder.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks, quiet.

George shakes his head, and shuts his eyes. Another bout of weeping starts up, and Dream holds him.

George is so grateful to have him. And when Dream starts crying again too, George hugs him tighter, and caresses the back of his neck.

At least they have each other.

A month.

That's how long they stay in the hotel, how long they visit the hospital every day, how long the nursery at home stays empty.

But the time is worth it.

"You can take her home."

They're some of the greatest words George has ever heard in his life. And even better is scooping Charlotte up, laying her in the baby carseat, cooing over her much chubbier cheeks and looking into her pretty brown eyes.

George can't stop smiling. She's okay. She'll need weekly appointments for the foreseeable future, but she's okay.

She's here. She's coming home with them.

Dream drives more carefully than George has ever seen, and every red light or stop sign, he twists round to beam at them.

Lottie burbles quietly, George cooing and hanging onto every tiny noise.

She's alive, she's alive, she's alive.

He has a baby.

He's a mum.

He lifts her carefully as they arrive at the house, kissing the tiny little nub that's in place of her left arm, longer than George thought it would be, ending about halfway to where the elbow would've been.

She's cute. Adorable. Perfect. Incredible.

Healthy.

He cradles her head as Dream opens the door for him, and Sapnap comes careening into the hallway.

"Hi! Hi! Oh my god, is that- She's so tiny! Hi, holy shit!"

"Not to sound like Bad but, uh, language." Dream embraces him.

George does not, because he is busy holding his baby. Who is alive, and cute, and happy.

Sapnap bounces on his toes, and George smiles at him, and they all awkwardly shuffle slowly to the living room, where George sits, Charlotte in his arms, and Sapnap cooing over her.

She blinks up at all three men, her mother, her father and her uncle, and lets out some drool.

Dream | @Dream
HI! It's been a hot minute!! I know I said that I'd upload earlier this month, but obviously that did not happen. Sorry about that, and I get why some of you guys are a little peeved. I'll try post it later this week or next week.
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What DID happen this month is a certain someone arrived a bit before expected!! Not posting pics of her yet, or a name reveal, but she is afab and she is the cutest little angel I have ever seen in my life.
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Overjoyed to be a dad after what has felt like forever waiting! Think she might prefer her mama though, which is fine, I'm a GNF enjoyer too.
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George said he'll probs tweet smth in a few more days, and he also says 'hi' and 'our baby is epic'. Love you honey <3

Charlotte's very good at sleeping, although maybe that's because she's still in newborn mode. Regardless, she doesn't wake up too often in the night, and right now she's sleeping in between George and Dream in their bed, not quite ready to move her into a crib.

It's late, but George is awake. His husband and his baby are not, Lottie nestled into her father's side, and that would make an adorable picture if George wasn't worried the flash of his phone camera wouldn't wake her up.

Carefully, George gets out of bed, and tiptoes towards the window. The stars are bright tonight. Brighter than they've been in a while.

George focuses on one, the one that looks the shiniest.

"Hi Nate." George whispers. "It's mama. Um... It's been a few years. But last month, I had a baby. She would've been your little sister. Her name's Charlotte. Or Lottie. Or Charlie. Depends on the day. I think you would have liked her. Not as fiesty as you were in my belly, but still got strong little legs. I still love you. And I always will. And I think I'm gonna always miss you as well. You're always my little boy. But, uh, I'm happy. Is that alright? It feels, I dunno, wrong to be happy when you're not here. I know it's allowed, I know that there's been enough time. I just worry that you're mad at me, or something. Somehow. That's stupid."

He takes a deep breath.

"I love you. So much Nate. And I think I'm going to be okay. I don't know if I'll ever tell Lottie about you. Definitely not while she's a child. And I hope that's alright with you. I hope you're alright with me being happy. And I hope that wherever you are, whatever happens after... I hope you're happy too."

"Georgie?" Dream grunts softly, and George twists to look at him, blinking blearily in the dark.

"I'm, uh..." George hesitates. "I'm talking to Nate."

"Oh." Dream hums. "Okay. Everythin' alright?"

"Yeah." George looks back at the star, and hesitates. "Just saying goodnight."

Dream doesn't reply, and George doesn't want him to.

"Goodnight Nate." He whispers. "I love you. I will always, always love you."

He waits a few seconds, watching the star twinkle back at him, and then slips back into bed.

"You okay?" Dream asks.

George wriggles closer to Lottie, and reaches around her to find Dream's hand.

"Yeah." George smiles to himself, a little teary. "I'm okay."

Notes:

hope u r all okay <3
the next one is gonna be famous streamer dream x non famous non streamer george, inspired by comments, and it will be silly and goofy dream pov :)

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