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7. Happy Birthday, Adam Urie
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Happy Birthday, Adam Urie
We got home after we finished lunch and Adam was bouncing off the walls. He was so excited. He kept chanting about how happy he was to have his two daddies together again. I do have to admit that it hurt, though. I was worried on so many levels about tonight. Adam had just found out who his other father was and he expected so much. But if tonight went badly, I’d have to tell Adam that I was the only father in his life. I’d have to tell him just like last time.
”Daddy?” Adam asked as he got into my car in front of his school. I smiled at him and kissed the side of his head. He buckled himself in and I patted his head and drove off, “I have a question…”
“Sure thing. Ask away,” I looked out the front window. There was nothing that could prepare me for the question he asked.
“What happened to mommy?”
I’d never told him he had another father. I’d never told him if he had a mother or another father. I was hoping he’d never ask. But I knew he would eventually. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the question when he did. I had hoped he’d never ask. My smile had faltered slightly, but I kept it there, even if it was as fake as it would get, “Where did this come from?”
“Well, Miss White asked us what our mommies and daddies do for jobs. Everyone said their answers. I said mine and then she asked about my mommy. I said I didn’t have one. She seemed sad. But I’ve never had a mommy. What happened to my mommy?”
I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the steering wheel, continuing to stare out the window. I had to tell him. There was no way I couldn’t tell him. He had to know. He had a right to know. So I stopped at the stop light and closed my eyes, “I am your mommy, Adam. You don’t have a daddy,” I looked over at him and he looked really confused. I looked back out the window, “You have two daddies, Adam. Your other one lives in Las Vegas.”
“Why doesn’t he live with us?” he seemed completely confused. That’s really no surprise. Of course he was confused.
I sighed, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you’re older. But your daddy is happy and so am I. It’s just you and me, kiddo,” I smiled over at him and grabbed his hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of his head.
“Will I ever get to meet daddy?”
I hesitated, biting my lip, “No, sweetheart. I’m gonna be the only daddy in your life.”
“When are we going to go? Are we going now?!” Adam asked, jumping up and down on his little bed. I laughed at his excitement. It was really cute. I tried to not see the possible downsides to all of this. I wanted to be optimistic. I wanted to be happy. For Adam. For Brendon.
“Not yet, sweetie. We’re going to leave at 6:30. It’s only 4:30. Why don’t you take a nap?” I walked over and caught him mid jump and he pouted. I chuckled and set him down in the covers and kissed his forehead, “I’ll wake you up at 6:15 so you can get ready, okay?” he kept pouting and I ruffled his hair, “Go to sleep.”
“I don’t wanna sleep!” he whined, “I wanna see daddy!”
I sighed, quietly singing to him, “If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me…” my voice was soft and he smiled at me. I kept singing and watched as he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. I kept singing though. I sang the entire song, just to be sure he’d stay asleep, “Sugarcane in the easy morning, you are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn…” at the last note, I stood and sat down on my bed, staring down at the ground. I had no idea what to expect.
Time elapsed and I watched as the clock struck 6:15. I stood from the bed and walked over to his small frame. I softly shook him and he shot up, “TIME?!” he squealed and I nodded with a smile. He hopped up and hugged me, “YAY!” wow, he woke up fast. Pretty sure that was the first time ever that he woke up that quickly.
”Adam, sweetie, time to wake up…” I whispered quietly, shaking his arm. I rubbed it gently, but he just curled up into a ball. I laughed quietly, “Come on, sweetie, naptime is over. You need to wake up,” but he just kept shaking his head. Every day was the same old story, “I made cookies~” he jumped up and I laughed.
“I didn’t even have to tell you I made cookies this time!” I joked and he bounced up and down. I shook my head and picked him up. I placed him on my hip and walked into the bathroom. After getting him ready, I brought him out and put him into the car. I texted Brendon ‘Ready or not, here we come. Here’s to hoping you amaze us. And, if it’s any consolation, I’m really hoping you do.’ He quickly sent a reply ‘I’m glad you have faith in me. I’m ready.’
I took a deep breath and drove off. We got to the address and I slowly got out. I looked up at the building and I was realizing that Brendon had spent his money from escorting to move to Los Angeles and live in a fancy apartment building in West Hollywood.
I buzzed his apartment. He let us in and I picked Adam up, placing him on my hip. I walked inside and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. The elevator opened to a loft. It was huge. Easily big enough for three; big enough for a family. He came out of the kitchen with an acoustic guitar. He started singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Aaaaaaaddddddaaaaaaaammmmm~ Happy birthday to you!” he took the guitar strap off and set it down. He then walked over to us.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I didn’t know what the apartment looked like before, but there were decorations everywhere. It was like a party store threw up on the inside of his apartment. But I liked it. And this was what I was hoping to get when I asked him to show me that he wanted to be in his life.
“Oh, oh, oh!” he came over and took Adam from me, “Does my five-year-old little boy want some cake?!”
“YEAH!” he bounced on his hip and giggled. Brendon gestured for me to follow and led us to the dining room. I felt a tear slip out of my eye. Brendon had gone all out. There was a three-tier birthday cake on a table that was covered in a blue and pink cloth tablecloth. On the table were three table settings and a big jug of moose tracks ice cream: Adam’s favorite. I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t know how he knew that, but it didn’t really matter.
After we were seated and eating the cake and ice cream, Brendon took the frosting flower off the top and placed it on my plate, “For you.”
I looked at it and raised an eyebrow, “He’s the birthday boy.”
“It’s for you.”
“Shouldn’t the—”
“It’s for you, Ryan. Just take the flower.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Okay…” I picked it up with my fork, but felt something metal his my fork. What the fuck? I looked at Brendon strangely and then at the flower. I put the fork down and picked it up. I licked off the frosting and dropped what it revealed back down onto the plate. I couldn’t breathe. I legitimately couldn’t breathe. Tears fell down my face, “B… I…” I kept stuttering and I couldn’t look away from the object on my plate.
“Ryan…” he stood up and went down on one knee next to my chair. He placed a hand on my thigh with a big smile on his lips. I looked down at him and a squeak came from the back of my throat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say anything. He grabbed the object (I couldn’t call it what it was) off the plate. He laughed a little at the blue frosting covering it. But he looked at me, “I don’t know if this was good enough to show you just how much I want to be in both of your lives. But I did everything I could. I spent a lot of money. But I don’t know what Adam likes. I wish I did. If I’d been in his life, I’d know. So I just chose my favorites in hope that he’d at least kind of like them. I know I should have done more. But I really didn’t have that much time. And I know that I love you. I gave up escorting years ago. Two years ago to be exact. I still wish you would have told me that you were pregnant. But I can’t change that. What I can change though is being in your lives. I don’t want to be in your lives because I just found out I have a son. I want to be in your lives because I can’t imagine spending another day away from the two of you. So, Ryan Ross, marry me. Give Adam his second dad. Become Ryan and Adam Urie…”
I started laughing. Tears kept falling, but I didn’t care. I pushed the chair away and collapsed in front of him. I pressed my lips to his, holding him so close and tightly that it probably seemed like I’d never let go. And then I sat back on my heels and looked at him, “He’s… He’s been going by Adam Urie at school… He’s never been Adam Ross. But yes, yes, Brendon, YES!” I kissed him again and took the ring from him. I licked the frosting off and gave it back. He smiled and placed the ring on my finger. I took a breath, “I love you too. And this was good enough. This was perfect. I can’t imagine a better birthday for him.”
“So… When will you move in?” he gave me an innocent look.
I punched his arm, “How about now?” I laughed.
“I like that idea,” he gave me a soft kiss. Now my life was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I really couldn’t ask for it any other way.
“PRESENTS!” Adam hopped up and ran over to us, giving us a hug.
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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed. I wasn't sure how to continue this past this point. The non-mpreg version is not over and it won't be for another couple of chapters. Please rate and review! :)
We got home after we finished lunch and Adam was bouncing off the walls. He was so excited. He kept chanting about how happy he was to have his two daddies together again. I do have to admit that it hurt, though. I was worried on so many levels about tonight. Adam had just found out who his other father was and he expected so much. But if tonight went badly, I’d have to tell Adam that I was the only father in his life. I’d have to tell him just like last time.
”Daddy?” Adam asked as he got into my car in front of his school. I smiled at him and kissed the side of his head. He buckled himself in and I patted his head and drove off, “I have a question…”
“Sure thing. Ask away,” I looked out the front window. There was nothing that could prepare me for the question he asked.
“What happened to mommy?”
I’d never told him he had another father. I’d never told him if he had a mother or another father. I was hoping he’d never ask. But I knew he would eventually. I just wasn’t sure how to approach the question when he did. I had hoped he’d never ask. My smile had faltered slightly, but I kept it there, even if it was as fake as it would get, “Where did this come from?”
“Well, Miss White asked us what our mommies and daddies do for jobs. Everyone said their answers. I said mine and then she asked about my mommy. I said I didn’t have one. She seemed sad. But I’ve never had a mommy. What happened to my mommy?”
I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the steering wheel, continuing to stare out the window. I had to tell him. There was no way I couldn’t tell him. He had to know. He had a right to know. So I stopped at the stop light and closed my eyes, “I am your mommy, Adam. You don’t have a daddy,” I looked over at him and he looked really confused. I looked back out the window, “You have two daddies, Adam. Your other one lives in Las Vegas.”
“Why doesn’t he live with us?” he seemed completely confused. That’s really no surprise. Of course he was confused.
I sighed, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you’re older. But your daddy is happy and so am I. It’s just you and me, kiddo,” I smiled over at him and grabbed his hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of his head.
“Will I ever get to meet daddy?”
I hesitated, biting my lip, “No, sweetheart. I’m gonna be the only daddy in your life.”
“When are we going to go? Are we going now?!” Adam asked, jumping up and down on his little bed. I laughed at his excitement. It was really cute. I tried to not see the possible downsides to all of this. I wanted to be optimistic. I wanted to be happy. For Adam. For Brendon.
“Not yet, sweetie. We’re going to leave at 6:30. It’s only 4:30. Why don’t you take a nap?” I walked over and caught him mid jump and he pouted. I chuckled and set him down in the covers and kissed his forehead, “I’ll wake you up at 6:15 so you can get ready, okay?” he kept pouting and I ruffled his hair, “Go to sleep.”
“I don’t wanna sleep!” he whined, “I wanna see daddy!”
I sighed, quietly singing to him, “If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me…” my voice was soft and he smiled at me. I kept singing and watched as he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep. I kept singing though. I sang the entire song, just to be sure he’d stay asleep, “Sugarcane in the easy morning, you are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn…” at the last note, I stood and sat down on my bed, staring down at the ground. I had no idea what to expect.
Time elapsed and I watched as the clock struck 6:15. I stood from the bed and walked over to his small frame. I softly shook him and he shot up, “TIME?!” he squealed and I nodded with a smile. He hopped up and hugged me, “YAY!” wow, he woke up fast. Pretty sure that was the first time ever that he woke up that quickly.
”Adam, sweetie, time to wake up…” I whispered quietly, shaking his arm. I rubbed it gently, but he just curled up into a ball. I laughed quietly, “Come on, sweetie, naptime is over. You need to wake up,” but he just kept shaking his head. Every day was the same old story, “I made cookies~” he jumped up and I laughed.
“I didn’t even have to tell you I made cookies this time!” I joked and he bounced up and down. I shook my head and picked him up. I placed him on my hip and walked into the bathroom. After getting him ready, I brought him out and put him into the car. I texted Brendon ‘Ready or not, here we come. Here’s to hoping you amaze us. And, if it’s any consolation, I’m really hoping you do.’ He quickly sent a reply ‘I’m glad you have faith in me. I’m ready.’
I took a deep breath and drove off. We got to the address and I slowly got out. I looked up at the building and I was realizing that Brendon had spent his money from escorting to move to Los Angeles and live in a fancy apartment building in West Hollywood.
I buzzed his apartment. He let us in and I picked Adam up, placing him on my hip. I walked inside and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. The elevator opened to a loft. It was huge. Easily big enough for three; big enough for a family. He came out of the kitchen with an acoustic guitar. He started singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Aaaaaaaddddddaaaaaaaammmmm~ Happy birthday to you!” he took the guitar strap off and set it down. He then walked over to us.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I didn’t know what the apartment looked like before, but there were decorations everywhere. It was like a party store threw up on the inside of his apartment. But I liked it. And this was what I was hoping to get when I asked him to show me that he wanted to be in his life.
“Oh, oh, oh!” he came over and took Adam from me, “Does my five-year-old little boy want some cake?!”
“YEAH!” he bounced on his hip and giggled. Brendon gestured for me to follow and led us to the dining room. I felt a tear slip out of my eye. Brendon had gone all out. There was a three-tier birthday cake on a table that was covered in a blue and pink cloth tablecloth. On the table were three table settings and a big jug of moose tracks ice cream: Adam’s favorite. I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t know how he knew that, but it didn’t really matter.
After we were seated and eating the cake and ice cream, Brendon took the frosting flower off the top and placed it on my plate, “For you.”
I looked at it and raised an eyebrow, “He’s the birthday boy.”
“It’s for you.”
“Shouldn’t the—”
“It’s for you, Ryan. Just take the flower.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Okay…” I picked it up with my fork, but felt something metal his my fork. What the fuck? I looked at Brendon strangely and then at the flower. I put the fork down and picked it up. I licked off the frosting and dropped what it revealed back down onto the plate. I couldn’t breathe. I legitimately couldn’t breathe. Tears fell down my face, “B… I…” I kept stuttering and I couldn’t look away from the object on my plate.
“Ryan…” he stood up and went down on one knee next to my chair. He placed a hand on my thigh with a big smile on his lips. I looked down at him and a squeak came from the back of my throat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say anything. He grabbed the object (I couldn’t call it what it was) off the plate. He laughed a little at the blue frosting covering it. But he looked at me, “I don’t know if this was good enough to show you just how much I want to be in both of your lives. But I did everything I could. I spent a lot of money. But I don’t know what Adam likes. I wish I did. If I’d been in his life, I’d know. So I just chose my favorites in hope that he’d at least kind of like them. I know I should have done more. But I really didn’t have that much time. And I know that I love you. I gave up escorting years ago. Two years ago to be exact. I still wish you would have told me that you were pregnant. But I can’t change that. What I can change though is being in your lives. I don’t want to be in your lives because I just found out I have a son. I want to be in your lives because I can’t imagine spending another day away from the two of you. So, Ryan Ross, marry me. Give Adam his second dad. Become Ryan and Adam Urie…”
I started laughing. Tears kept falling, but I didn’t care. I pushed the chair away and collapsed in front of him. I pressed my lips to his, holding him so close and tightly that it probably seemed like I’d never let go. And then I sat back on my heels and looked at him, “He’s… He’s been going by Adam Urie at school… He’s never been Adam Ross. But yes, yes, Brendon, YES!” I kissed him again and took the ring from him. I licked the frosting off and gave it back. He smiled and placed the ring on my finger. I took a breath, “I love you too. And this was good enough. This was perfect. I can’t imagine a better birthday for him.”
“So… When will you move in?” he gave me an innocent look.
I punched his arm, “How about now?” I laughed.
“I like that idea,” he gave me a soft kiss. Now my life was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I really couldn’t ask for it any other way.
“PRESENTS!” Adam hopped up and ran over to us, giving us a hug.
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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed. I wasn't sure how to continue this past this point. The non-mpreg version is not over and it won't be for another couple of chapters. Please rate and review! :)
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