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"Ya fuckin’ kidding me, right?"
Liam stared down at the pregnancy test like it had just insulted him for all enternity. Two pink lines. Clear as bloody day. He must’ve stared at it for ten minutes. Maybe twenty. Or thirty. Time had gone sideways, like his whole life just tilted off its axis.
Pregnant. Liam Gallagher. The last great living rockstar of England, apparently all knocked up.
And not just with anyone’s kid — Damon bloody Albarn’s.
He pressed a hand to his face, scrubbing hard like he could wipe the thought off his skin. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He hadn’t thought it through. Not all the way. Not even close.
Things with Damon had always moved fast — from throwing snide barbs on telly in ‘94 to shagging each other stupid after his divorce with Patsy went through. First enemies, then friends, then... whatever this was. Love, probably. Even if neither of them dared say the word most days. Not with all the baggage.
There were ups and downs, sure. The downs — the divorce, obviously. That whole MTV Unplugged disaster. Noel being a dick at every turn, and their relationship circling the drain.
But the ups — those were real. Lennon being born. Damon and Missy becoming part of his world. Getting clean. Waking up without a hangover most days. He wasn’t nineteen anymore. Wasn’t a pissy little gobshite trying to burn the world down. He was nearly thirty. A dad. A boyfriend. A mostly functional adult.
Now, apparently, he was a pregnant one too.
He crept out of the bathroom barefoot, trying not to make a sound on the hardwood floors. The hallway was dim and still, save for the creak of the radiator. He peeked into the bedroom.
There they were.
Damon, lying half on his back, fast asleep, with Missy curled up on his chest and Lennon tucked in beside them. Damon’s arm was wrapped around them both, protective even in sleep. His soft snore filled the quiet room like a lullaby.
Liam’s chest ached in that weird way it did sometimes. Like love was too big to fit all the way inside him.
He moved closer, not meaning to wake him, just wanting to see. But as he stepped near, Damon’s eyes blinked open, cloudy with sleep. Liam startled and tripped backward, thudding against the bed-frame.
“Shit!”
A pillow saved his spine, but still.
“Oh, darling,” Damon mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”
“Yeah,” Liam said with a breathless giggle. “Just me nerves, innit. Here.”
He shoved the test into Damon’s hand.
Damon squinted. “What’s this?”
“A test.”
“A test?”
“A pregnancy test.”
A pause. Then:
“…You’re pregnant?” Damon asked, slow and stunned, like his brain was buffering.
“Yeah, mate.”
“With a child?”
“Shhh!” Liam hissed. “You’ll wake the kids.”
Damon blinked. Once. Twice. Then sat up slightly, still holding the test like it might explode.
“Well... fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“So now what?”
Liam shrugged, flopping onto the mattress beside him. “Was gonna ask you the same thing.”
They sat in silence for a moment, both staring at the tiny plastic test.
Finally, Damon sighed. “We definitely didn’t think this through.”
“No,” Liam muttered, rubbing his eyes. “No we fuckin’ did not.”