Snap!

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“Alright, in through the nose. And out through the mouth. Good! All of you are doing great!” the class instructor, Nancy, Bill had learned stated. “When you go into labor, none of you are gonna think about breathing exercises because of the pain, and the fear, but you need to remember to breathe correctly. It will help with stress level, which means the baby will be all the more safe.”

She smiled at all the nodding teens. “All right. All the baby daddies, follow me. Baby washing time!”

“Guess that's me.” Strify said, kissing Bill's cheek before following the rest of the boys to a row of baby tubs and dolls on the other side of the room.

“He's not the dad...is he?”

Bill turned, seeing Mason scoot over next to him, hand on his belly as he moved. “I'm sorry?” he asked, quirking a brow.

“The guy you came with. Last time too. He's not the dad is he?” the blonde repeated, leaning back on his hands.

Bill shook his head, pursing his lips. “No. No...my baby daddy is uh...being pretty bipolar about all this. One minute he's...calling me a pathetic whore in front of a hot girl...the next he's 'anonymously' leaving red envelopes on my porch with four hundred dollars inside.”

Mason frowned, squinting his eyes slightly. “I'm sorry. I can't say I know what that's like.”

“No one does. Everyone just keeps telling me I need to get over him. But it's not that easy.”

“Nobody ever said it would be. Just...forgetting about someone you love...when you have their baby inside of you...seems almost impossible to me.”

“Babies.”

“Twins?”

Bill nodded, smiling down at his stomach.

Mason smiled, sitting up completely and sitting Indian style like Bill. “Congrats. You know what they are yet?”

“Both boys.” Bill replied, shaking his head and laughing at the fact. The last thing he needed was more men in his life.

“Dude...you need this more than I do.” he chuckled, handing Bill a red, fake rabbit's foot on a key chain.

Bill smiled, taking the small item. “I have Strify. I don't know how long it's gonna take him to come to his senses but...I have him.”

“He your boyfriend?”

“Yup. We've been official for about six weeks.”

“Then you know he's a keeper.”

“What?”

“I'm gonna guess you two met when you were already pregnant. Which means you were already pregnant when you started dating. Hence...he likes you for you. Not for you body, not for sex, or just to show you off. I doubt he's gonna take off. He seems...” Mason trailed off, trying to find the right word.

“He seems like he's done this before.” Bill finished, both boys looking over at Strify who was standing beside Mason's boyfriend while they cleaned the dolls.

“Yeah.” he nodded. “...god I want a cheeseburger...”

Both boys moaned, licking their lips at the thought of the greasy food. “Don't tempt me.” Bill begged.

~

“Put it down.” Strify stated. Bill opened his mouth to object, but the half blonde took away the glass that was pressed to the wall, and set it down onto the side table. Bill pouted. He had been trying to listen in on the room next door. Gordon and a couple of his friends were working on his nursery and refused to let him see any of their progress.

“I wanna know what they're doing in there!” Bill exclaimed, slamming his ear to the wall.

Strify was quick to pull him away. “Do you wanna get a drill to the head?” he asked, directing Bill to lie down beside him on the bed.

“I don't like surprises...” he mumbled.

“You LOVE surprises, Billa. And you know it. You're just nosy as hell, and normally ruin the surprise.”

Bill jabbed his tongue out, trying to hide his smile.

“Right back at you.” Strify smiled, bending his head down to kiss his boyfriend. Bill bit his lip when Strify pulled away, but only to the point that their noses were still touching. “...you're pretty...” he whispered.

Bill giggled shyly, slapping his hands to Strify's hips. The brunette kissed his boyfriend again, pressing their lips harder together. The tip of his tongue poked Bill's bottom lip, slipping inside the hot cavern and exploring it eagerly.

Bill's hands found themselves feeling around as much flesh on Strify's torso as possible. He dragged his nails down the boy's stomach, making him shiver. Bill hastily grabbed the material, and yanked it off of Strify, parting their kiss for a second. His hands roamed Strify's back as they kissed, squeezing his shoulder as they slipped back around.

Bill's slim, elegant fingers fell to Strify's jeans, fingering the button. He didn't even think twice before cupping the bulge between Strify's legs and using his other hand to undo the zipper. Strify moaned, bucking his hips deeper into the touch. But his eyes shot open when he felt his jeans being pulled down.

Bill's hands had dragged the denim down to mid-thigh, exposing white bandages. He looked down when he felt the odd material, furrowing brows in confusion. “Strify...are you hurt or something?” he asked, stroking the gauze delicately.

Strify ripped himself off of Bill and quickly yanked up his jeans, buttoning them quickly and sitting up. “No. I uh...they're for...circulation. Don't have great circulation in my legs so...I have to keep these on a few hours a day.” It was a lie. A bad one at that, but he didn't want Bill to know the truth.

Bill knew that wasn't true. When Yu had had knee surgery years before, he had to wear stockings for circulation purposes so he wouldn't get a blood clot. He knew they were foot to thigh length because he was the one who had to put them on and take them off of Yu five times a day for two weeks. The ones that Strify had on seemed more like tourniquets or simple bandages to cover up an injury.

But he knew that the lie was an excuse not to talk about it. It was private, and he had to respect that. “Okay. You should have told me. I helped Yu with those after his surgery. I'll help you if you ever need it...okay?”

“Smart, responsible, and now you're a nurse? Damn. You're like a triple threat.”

Bill laughed, pulling his hair back into a pony tail with the band he had had on his wrist. “Ow.” he winced, the band snapping his finger when his son kicked.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm. Feel this.” he smiled, taking Strify's hand and placing it on the left side of his stomach, another kick following the first.

Strify smiled, feeling the tiny foot inside of Bill's stomach poke his hand swiftly. “He's gonna be the sporty one.” he stated.

“Oh really? Well...right now he's the one making me have to pee so badly. So, if you don't mind...” Bill trailed off, Strify helping him to his feet before letting him go to the bathroom.

~

“Why do you have to be so goddamn difficult?” Bill muttered. He was sitting on his bed, an old photo album in what lap he could still see over his stomach. He'd given it to Yu for their one year anniversary. It was filled with hundreds of photos of them together. Yu had kept it in his locker since the day Bill had given it to him, always putting in new pictures.

The Monday he had come back, Bill had saw Yu emptying his locker, throwing everything of Bill's into the nearby trashcan. The album had only been one of many items.

He remembered picking off pieces of food and shredded assignments off it when he took it out of the trash. He'd shed many unneeded tears onto the album.

The album basically held every moment of them together. Anyone who were to see the pictures, would know right away that they had been happy.

The sound of his phone ringing knocked Bill out his memories as it vibrated in his back pocket. “Hello?”

“Bill, look...I'm sorry I didn't come, but...I just don't think I'm...the right kind of person to go to a prenatal class...”

“Yeah, I guess you're right. They don't really welcome lying abortion enthusiasts.” Bill shrugged, slamming the album shut.

Yu sighed heavily, plopping down his sofa which blatantly reeked of sex. “I'm not an abortion enthusiast! I just thought it was the best idea at the time! I still do, but that doesn't mean I'm a supporter!”

“Yes it does, you idiot! Plus you just admitted that you're a liar.”

“I'm not a liar, I just-”

“Then what were you and Kiro talking about before I came into the shop? Something about telling me some big secret about you that will magically make me forgive you for everything you've done?” Bill asked, in his 'interrogation' tone as he played with the necklace tied around his neck.

“...I can't tell you...” he sighed.

“Why not? If you're so desperate for forgiveness, then why-”

“Some things are just fucking private, okay?!” Bill winced hearing the angry tone, eyes glossing over with tears. He hated being so sensitive to...well...everything.

He pulled the phone from his ear, preparing to hit the end button. “WAIT! Bill, just wait!” Yu shouted just as Bill's finger hovered over the red button.

Bill hesitantly put the phone back to his ear, eyes getting red as he held in the tears.

“Bill...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Just...some things are meant to be kept private, okay? Didn't you ever had a secret you couldn't tell anybody?”

Bill sniffled and shook his head. “No.” he said in a very hurt, and tearful tone. “Everything I couldn't tell other people I told you. And stuff I couldn't tell you, I told Andi.”

Yu frowned, feeling like a complete jackass for making Bill cry. “Well...I have a secret that no one knows. And it's a secret I can't tell anyone.”

“But Kiro knows...so why can't I?”

“Kiro just...he found out. He's the only person that I can trust with that secret.”

“You don't trust me?” Bill whimpered.

“I do, but...Bill you already hate me enough as it is. I don't think you need anything to increase that.”

“...okay...”

“Look I...I'm sorry I made you cry. I didn't mean to. How can I make it up to you...? Anything you want. Just name it.”

“Peanut butter.” Bill said it so fast, as if he had known Yu was going to offer something.

“Uhm...peanut butter?”

“I want peanut butter. We don't have any and my parents aren't home so they can't get me any. Peanut butter.”

“Uh, well...okay. Smooth or chunky?” Yu asked.

“Smooth. No wait- chunky! No-”

“I'll get both!” he replied. He couldn't help but laugh at the excitement in Bill's voice.

“How soon will you be here? Five minutes?”

“Bill, the store is ten minutes away and-”

“Six?” Bill offered, eyes wide as he chewed on his lip.

Yu sighed, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “Fifteen. I'll see you then.” he stated, smirking when Bill let out a groan.

~

“Peanut butter. Why peanut butter?” Yu mutters as he approaches the Trumper's door. But before he can press the doorbell, the door opens and Bill is standing in the entrance, eyes eagerly locked on the plastic bag in Yu's hand.

Yu simply rolls his eyes and hands Bill the bag. Bill quickly accepts it and reaches inside, eyes gleaming when he pulls out a jar of smooth peanut butter. “You're the best, you're forgiven, and all that jazz. Come on in.” Bill said absentmindedly, turning back into the house to search for a spoon.

Yu laughs quietly to himself, walking into the home he used to spend every other night in, closing the door behind him. He hadn't been in that house in over three months. In a way it felt like he had been kicked out of his own home. Bill had been like family to him. As had the rest of the Trumpers, even though they honestly didn't like him that much.

“Yu? You okay?” Bill asked, returning from the kitchen with a large spoonful of peanut butter in his mouth. Though it sounded more like “Voo? Voo mokay?”

“Fine, as long as you don't have 'death by peanut butter' written on your death certificate.” he replied, overly joyed when Bill smiled shyly, shoving another spoonful into his mouth.

While Bill happily devoured his peanut butter, Yu glanced around the home. Not much had changed in three months. That is...except for the boxes stacked in the corner of the living room. They were labeled as highchairs, playpens, baby swings, and who-knows-what-else. There was two of everything, and the mere site of it all quickened his heartbeat.

He took a silent glance at Bill's enlarged stomach, a knot suddenly forming in his throat. He stopped breathing for a moment when he thought about everything, and Bill was quick to notice.

“Yu!” he shouted, setting down his peanut butter. Yu let out a short gasp, which was followed by several more. Bill's hands frantically searched Yu's pockets, reaching into the front right one just as Yu began to get red in the face. He shoved the object into Yu's hand, which the older boy took quickly before inhaling a quick puff from his inhaler.

No one but himself and Kiro knew that Yu suffered from frequent anxiety attacks. Yu always felt embarrassed about it, so he never told anyone, but his attacks always varied. Sometimes he hyperventilated, sometimes he started to sweat, and sometimes he stopped breathing all together, which is why his doctor convinced him to carry around an inhaler to re-open his airways when needed.

Once his breathing steadied, Yu stuffed the inhaler back into his pocket, lightly squeezing Bill's arm as a thank-you.

“Have you thought about going into therapy for your attacks, Yu? I mean...your doctor did say it could be physiological.” Bill wondered aloud.

“It's not physiological. I just have bad lungs.”

“Then stop smoking.”

“Not gonna happen.” Yu laughed, grinning when Bill smacked his arm, and returned to eating his precious peanut butter. “Uhm...Bill?”

“Hm?” Bill hummed through the sticky substance gluing his jaw together.

“Maybe we should...talk?”

“About what?”

“Just...stuff...”

Bill shrugged, obviously hearing only every other word. “Okay. My room?” he suggested, grabbing the plastic bag with more peanut butter inside and began his way up the stairs.

Yu followed, awkwardly watching Bill hold his lower back as he eased himself down to sit on the bed. “So what do you wanna talk about?” he asked, scraping the small specks of the creamy substance off the bottom of the jar with his spoon, desperately trying to obtain more. Yu couldn't believe he'd already finished a jar.

Yu pursed his lips and sat down next to Bill, cautiously of course. “Bill...we need to talk about us.”

Bill scoffed and quirked a brow. “Us? Us ended months ago. I have Strify.” he replied.

“Not us as in...'us'. I meant...us...as in...me, you, and the twins...”

Bill ceased his scraping, swallowing thickly before setting down the empty container. “What about us?” he asked, leaning back on his hands to stare longingly at his belly.

“...I found an apartment. There's a guy living there that needs a roommate, and he's fine with me moving end after the semester's over. It's near the college.”

Bill sat up and immediately began picking at his finger nails, face hidden behind a shroud of black hair. The only college he knew about was about three hours away. It was a relatively small town, and they honestly didn't have room for a who-knows-how-many acre campus. “Three hours away...” he mumbled.

“Uh...y-yeah.” Yu muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“...they're due in less than four months. At least you'll be there for their birth.” Bill smiled, thinking it wasn't all bad.

“Um...a-actually...I'm graduating a little early because of...certain circumstances. I'm moving in mid April.”

“But...I'm due April 22nd...” Bill's voice had the slightest whimper in it.

“I know...I...I'm sorry, Bill. But...this is my future we're talking about. I need to be ready for college, find a job over there before the semester starts. Get settled.”

“What about me?” Bill sniffled. “You're eighteen. You have savings, you have a job, you have college plans, you even have an apartment waiting for you! You're gonna graduate and live the life you always wanted. Meanwhile I'm gonna be here, raising two kids. I'm only a Junior. I'm gonna miss the last month of school.”

“Then I have to go back in the fall, and come home everyday to two babies who need to be fed, and changed, and entertained, and put down for a nap. Homework, what little amount of friends I have. Plus I'll probably have to get a job! I should just drop out before I crack. No one is gonna want a teenage mother working for them anyway. I don't even see the point in finishing high school. I'll barely get by, I won't be able to afford college, and I'll end up working at a strip joint or selling myself on the streets for cash!” Bill sobbed.

“Bill, none of that is going to happen.” Yu stated.

“ALL of that is going to happen! And you wanna know why?” Bill asked, eyes clouded with tears. “Because I couldn't keep my fucking legs closed long enough to find a goddamn condom!” Bill let out a sound that made Yu's heart ache, the boy wrapping his frail body around his pregnant belly as a protective cocoon.

Yu couldn't take it anymore. He held Bill in his arms as the boy sobbed, desperately trying to calm him down. All Yu wanted was to go back a few months and not let any of this happen. He just wanted it to be him and Bill again. No rumors, no lies, no pregnancy tests, no new boyfriends, and certainly no giant baby bumps. Just them.

“All of this is my fault, Bill. I'm the only person you've ever slept with. You trusted me when I said one time wouldn't make a difference. I was so fucking wrong and I'm sorry! Everything I did was stupid and selfish. I wish I could go back on everything, but I can't.” he whispered, rubbing soothing circles on Bill's back.

“...you can make it right...”

“How? I'll do anything to make you happy again, Bill.”

“Stay.” Bill whispered, taking Yu's hand. “Stay and be a daddy to our sons. Help me raise them. Be there for me, and for them.”

Yu's heart broke when he saw that flash of hopefulness in Bill's eyes. “I can't. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. You have to understand that.”

“How can I understand when you refuse to tell me anything?” Bill replied, smile replaced with a frown.

“...I can't....”

“All you say is 'I can't'! WHY can't you?! I loved you for two years. I told you everything when I couldn't talk to anyone else. Why can you do the same?”

“It's complicated.”

“Oh, and my life isn't? Just tell me and maybe I could understand, maybe even forgive you!”

“...Bill-” Yu's vocal cords shut off when he felt a thump against his palm. His gray eyes shifted downward, seeing that his hand had been placed onto Bill's stomach by the other boy. Bill's fingers were wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand in place. His breaths were heavy from yelling, making his stomach rise and fall violently, which the twins proved to dislike.

Yu felt another thump, but this time he felt five little nubs with the thump. His infant's toes. His expression was unreadable. Bill wasn't even sure if Yu was breathing, but his eyes were locked deadly on where his hand sat.

“Yu-” Bill cut off as his shirt was lifted up to under his chest, bare stomach displayed. Yu placed his hand on the same area again, waiting in silence for more movement, getting a very alarmed look on his face when he felt none.

Before Bill could speak again, Yu leaned down and pressed his left ear to Bill's stomach. The tiniest of smiles spread across his lips when he heard two very faint heartbeats, and the sounds of fluids swishing around his babies.

Bill couldn't help but smile as he felt Yu's calloused hand gently rubbing the front of his stomach. Baby steps were crucial.

“What the hell?”

Looking up from Yu and his stomach, Bill was speechless when he saw Gordon in the doorway, a murderous glare focused on Yu. “Uhm...hi Mr. T-”

“Out. Now.”

“But dad-”

“Wilhelm, don't start with me. Yu...get the hell out of my house before I drag you out myself.”

Bill pursed his lips shut immediately. Gordon hardly ever called him Wilhelm, unless he was really mad. He gave Yu an apologetic look as he stood, tugging his shirt back over his stomach.

“See you at school.” Yu muttered, glancing at Bill.

“And that's the only place you will be seeing him.” Gordon growled, shoving Yu out the door before either he or Bill could say anything.

~