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Tommy hopes he’s not showing, hopes that he can keep it under wraps for at least another month. He has plans on how he wants to reveal the fact that they’re expecting to Adam.
“Tommy Joe,” Adam calls from downstairs.
“Coming, coming,” Tommy shouts and quickly stuffs the pregnancy test into his pocket with the intent of shoving it to the bottom of the trash bag in the kitchen.
He trots down the stairs to greet Adam and feels slightly guilty for keeping it a secret.
“Hey baby,” Adam murmurs.
“Love you.” Tommy replies and pecks Adam on the lips.