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"C'mon, Zack, you gotta tell him sometime. It's been over a week since you found out, I think it's time." Frank sat on the edge of Zacky's bed as Zacky was lying on his stomach, his head buried in a pillow.
"I still can't believe Gerard told you." Zacky mumbled irritably. Frank sighed.
"Don't be mad at him, Zack. I could tell something was wrong and I kinda forced him to tell me." Zacky said nothing. "Now what are you gonna do about Brian?"
"I can't do it, Frank. I can't." Zacky's voice was muffled from the pillow. "We just got together I'm not gonna fuck it up!" He slowly sat up, still clutching the pillow to his chest, and faced Frank.
"Zacky, he's going to find out eventually. I mean you're already starting to show a little bit." Frank said softly, poking Zacky's stomach. Zacky sighed and stared down at the floor.
"Yeah I guess you're right. I'll tell him when we're out on a date or something. But not until we go to the doctor's and find out how the hell this even works." Frank nodded slowly.
"I'll call in and make the appointment for you." He said softly, obviously taking pity on Zacky. He was just glad it wasn’t him who had to break the news to Brian.
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He made the appointment for the next day with someone named Dr. Wentz and Zacky made Frank skip his classes to take him.
He sat uncomfortably in the waiting room chair while Frank checked him in with the secretary.
"He'll be ready for you in a few minutes." Zacky just nodded and shifted in his seat nervously. Frank noticed his discomfort and took his shaky hand.
"Try to calm down, Zack."
"I can't, Frank!" Zacky said, looking at his friend with wide, green eyes. "This is just going to fuck up everything I have with Brian!" He shook his head, now looking at the floor. "I don't want kids, Frank. Not now. Why me?" Frank didn't have time to answer before a man in a doctor's outfit came in through the door, looking at his clipboard.
"Zachary Baker?" He said loudly, now looking around the room. Zacky sighed and stood up, followed by Frank. He slowly strolled over to the doctor. "Oh, hello." The doctor said quietly, looking at Zacky up and down. He shifted uncomfortably as he did this and looked over at Frank for help.
"Uh, doctor? We're kind of on a tight schedule here. Can we get started?" the doctor moved his eyes from Zacky to Frank.
"We sure can. Quick question first: how tall are you?" Frank looked at him curiously.
"Uh...5'4?" The doctor clicked his tongue. "Interesting. Well of you two are ready, you can come into my office." He started walking down the hallway and Zacky and Frank shared a strange glance before following.
"So what seems to be the problem, boys?" Dr. Wentz said when they came into his office. He was still looking at Zacky, making him more uncomfortable than he already was. He looked at Frank, silently pleading. He sighed.
"Is it possible for a guy to get...knocked up?" Frank said awkwardly. The doctor removed his eyes from Zacky's package and looked Frank in the eyes.
"Oh yeah. Well I mean there have only been a few cases but it's not unheard of." Frank just nodded slowly. "Why? Are you..." the doctor's eyes moved down to Frank's stomach.
"No! Oh god no it’s not me." Frank said quickly. "It's him." He gestured to Zacky who smiled shyly.
“Oh well then you can go ahead and hop up on the bed here.” Dr. Wentz said, patting the paper covering the hospital bed. He smacked Zacky’s ass as he climbed up.
“Can we please get this over with?” Zacky said uncomfortably.
“Alright, if we must. Can you lie down and lift up your shirt for me?” The doctor ran a hand up and down Zacky’s thigh.
“Um, you know what? Can we do this another time? Me and Frank have a bunch of other stuff we gotta do so…” Zacky started to stand up but the doctor gently pushed him back down.
“Nonsense. Now lift up your shirt.” Zacky desperately looked over at Frank, who was trying his hardest not to laugh his ass off. Zacky shot him a glare but finally lifted up his shirt for the doctor. “This will feel a little cold.” He said, putting gloved on his hands. He took his sweet time rubbing the cold gel on Zacky’s stomach and Frank had to excuse himself so he could finally left out his laughter. The doctor turned on the monitor by Zacky’s bed and asked Frank when he came back to dim the lights.
“Um, is that really necessary? Zacky asked as Frank did what he was told.
“It’s standard procedure, Mr. Baker.” The monitor finally came to life. The doctor looked at it and wrote something in his clipboard. He then turned to Zacky.
“Congratulations, Mr. Baker, you are pregnant. About eight weeks by the looks of it.” Dr. Wentz continued to point out what was supposed to be its head, arms, and legs, though Zacky couldn’t make out anything that was supposed to look like any of those things. When he was finished, the doctor turned to Frank.
“Are you the father?”
“No! No, no, no, oh God no. Me and Zacky are just friends.” The doctor raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re single?” He said to Zacky.
“No, I’m not! And if we’re done here, we’ll just be leaving. Zacky sat up and pulled down his shirt, without bothering to wipe the gel off his stomach.
“C’mon, Frank, we’re going.” He grabbed Frank’s hand and they were almost out the door when the doctor stopped him.
“Don’t you want the medication for the morning sickness? And you’re going to need to make another appointment.” Zacky turned around and faced Dr. Wentz. “Just give me the pills. We’ll call in for the next appointment. We really must be going now.” The doctor handed Zacky the bottle of pills and he and Frank bolted out of there. As soon as they got out of the doctor’s earshot, Frank started laughing.
“That doctor was totally coming on to you!” He said loudly as they walked to Frank’s car.
“Is that all you care about?!” Zacky yelled. “I don’t want kids, Frank! I’m pregnant and I don’t want kids!” What am I going to do? How will I tell Brian?”
“Zack, calm the fuck down!” Frank said calmly, getting into the driver’s side of his car. “You’re overthinking this. You can talk to Brian and figure out what to do then. It’s going to be fine.” Zacky glared at him.
“You’re only saying that because it’s not happening to you.” Frank shrugged.
“Yeah maybe.” They drove in silence for a few minutes.
“Can we stop and get something to eat?” Zacky asked, breaking the silence.
“Nope, we gotta get back to the apartment.”
“Why? So you can fuck Gerard? C’mon Frankie, I’m starving!"
“That’s exactly why.” Frank said, smirking. “We have food at home, you can wait.” Zacky stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and they drove in silence again for the rest of the way home.
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Brian pulled out a beer from the fridge and opened it just as Frank and Zacky walked in the front door.
“Zacky! Aren’t you supposed to be at class?" Brian asked, obviously surprised to see him.
“Uh…it ended early today.” Zacky said nervously. Brian just shrugged.
“You want a beer?” He asked, reaching for another can.
“You better not, Zacky.” Frank said as he walked to his bedroom. “It’s not good for the you-know-what.” Frank smiled as he closed to door behind him. Brian looked at Zacky curiously.
“What’s he mean, Zack?”
“Um…nothing. I don’t know. He’s crazy.” Zacky nervously walked over to the fridge to find something to eat. “Ooh who bought popsicles?” He asked, pulling two out of the fridge. He turned around to find Brian standing right behind him. He wrapped his arms around Zacky’s waist and pulled him closer.
“I was thinking…” Brian said, raising an eyebrow. “We should go out to dinner tonight.” He started swaying back and forth, moving Zacky’s hips along with him. Zacky nodded and stuck one of the popsicles in his mouth. Brian yelled a quick goodbye to Frank as he let go of Zacky’s waist and headed towards the front door. He got in the driver’s side of the car and turned to look at Zacky.
“So where do you want to go?” Zacky shrugged as he bit off the last part of his Popsicle.
“I don’t even care.” He said. “Let’s just go to a Subway or something.” Brian looked at him curiously as he began unwrapping his second Popsicle.
“Why Subway?”
“Because I’m really hungry and I don’t feel like waiting for my food at some dumb restaurant.” Brian stared at him for a few long moments before shrugging and starting the car.
“Okay. Subway it is.”
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Brian stared at Zacky with a strange expression as he told the Subway worker what he wanted on his sandwich. He ordered a foot long with just about every ingredient they had to offer on it. The worker had to ask twice what Brian wanted to get his attention away from Zacky.
“You really are hungry, aren’t you?” Brian said as he sat down with his food across from Zacky. Zacky nodded as he bit into his already half gone sandwich, struggling to keep all of its contents in between the two pieces of bread. Zacky drummed his fingers on the table when he was done as he waited for Brian to be finished eating.
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Zacky tried to hide his nervousness from Brian as they strolled hand-in-hand through the park a few blocks from their apartment. They were nearing the end of the trail and Zacky decided that he was going to tell Brian then and there.
“Um Brian?” He said quietly, nervously running his free hand through his hair. “I have to tell you something.” Zacky felt his face turn red as Brian looked over at him.
“Hm?” Brian hummed. Zacky drew in a shaky breath.
“Brian…I’m—” Just then, one of the kids playing a few yards behind them threw a Frisbee which managed to hit Brian in the back of the head.
“Son of a bitch!” He whispered under his breath, rubbing the place where the Frisbee had hit him. He turned to pick it up when the 3 kids ran up to him.
“Hey mister can he have our Frisbee back?” Brian raised an eyebrow at the one who spoke.
“What, you mean this Frisbee?” He asked, holding it up. The kid nodded. Brian chuckled a bit before throwing it as hard as he could. The kids watched as it soared through the air and clear the whole other end of the park. “Go fetch.” The kids gave him dirty looks before they took off to go retrieve their Frisbee. Brian cursed them under his breath once more before turning back around to face Zacky. He stood with his eyes wide and his jaw dropped wide open.
“Why did you do that?” Zacky asked.
“Kids are just so fucking annoying.” He spat out harshly. Zacky let out a quiet gasp.
“Brian, you don’t mean that…do you?” He asked worriedly. Brian snorted.
“Of course I do!” Zacky felt his bottom lip quiver just a bit.
“So don’t want to have kids?” Zacky asked quietly.
“Nope. Never. I hate ‘em. So what were you saying?” Zacky's eyes got wide.
"Uh...just that...it's getting late and we should head back." Zacky turned his back to Brian and started walking towards the car. Brian just shrugged and followed him.
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Gerard tossed his keys on the coffee table of the living room and was about to call to ask if anyone was home when he heard crying from somewhere in the apartment. He followed the sound of it to outside of the bathroom. He listened to the quiet sobs and sniffles of the person inside for a few moments before slowly and quietly opening the door just enough for him to see inside.
He saw Zacky standing in front of the mirror without his shirt on. He was cradling the slight bulge he had in his stomach in his arms, only letting go to wipe his teary eyes or his runny nose on his sleeve.
“Zacky?” He said quietly, opening the door more so he could step into the bathroom. Zacky turned to look at him and tried to pretend he wasn’t just crying in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Oh, um, hi Gerard.” He said nervously, wiping any traces of tears from his face. Gerard leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What’s wrong, Zacky?” Zacky pulled his shirt back over his head.
“Nothing, why do you ask?” Gerard raised an eyebrow.
“Did you tell Brian?” Gerard asked, ignoring Zacky's questiong and Zacky shook his head slowly. “Why not? He’s going to find out eventually!”
“He said he didn’t want kids, Gerard!” Zacky yelled, crying again. “He told me he didn’t want any kids when I was about to tell him!” He buried his face in his hands and sobbed.
“Well where is he now?”
“The bar.” Gerard put a hand on his back and led him into the living room where they both sat down on the couch.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay, Zack. Don’t you think you might be taking this a bit too hard?” Gerard asked softly. Zacky immediately stood up, outraged.
“Don’t you think you might be taking this a bit too hard?” Zacky yelled, throwing a pillow at him. Gerard looked at him, confused, as he stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.
"I still can't believe Gerard told you." Zacky mumbled irritably. Frank sighed.
"Don't be mad at him, Zack. I could tell something was wrong and I kinda forced him to tell me." Zacky said nothing. "Now what are you gonna do about Brian?"
"I can't do it, Frank. I can't." Zacky's voice was muffled from the pillow. "We just got together I'm not gonna fuck it up!" He slowly sat up, still clutching the pillow to his chest, and faced Frank.
"Zacky, he's going to find out eventually. I mean you're already starting to show a little bit." Frank said softly, poking Zacky's stomach. Zacky sighed and stared down at the floor.
"Yeah I guess you're right. I'll tell him when we're out on a date or something. But not until we go to the doctor's and find out how the hell this even works." Frank nodded slowly.
"I'll call in and make the appointment for you." He said softly, obviously taking pity on Zacky. He was just glad it wasn’t him who had to break the news to Brian.
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He made the appointment for the next day with someone named Dr. Wentz and Zacky made Frank skip his classes to take him.
He sat uncomfortably in the waiting room chair while Frank checked him in with the secretary.
"He'll be ready for you in a few minutes." Zacky just nodded and shifted in his seat nervously. Frank noticed his discomfort and took his shaky hand.
"Try to calm down, Zack."
"I can't, Frank!" Zacky said, looking at his friend with wide, green eyes. "This is just going to fuck up everything I have with Brian!" He shook his head, now looking at the floor. "I don't want kids, Frank. Not now. Why me?" Frank didn't have time to answer before a man in a doctor's outfit came in through the door, looking at his clipboard.
"Zachary Baker?" He said loudly, now looking around the room. Zacky sighed and stood up, followed by Frank. He slowly strolled over to the doctor. "Oh, hello." The doctor said quietly, looking at Zacky up and down. He shifted uncomfortably as he did this and looked over at Frank for help.
"Uh, doctor? We're kind of on a tight schedule here. Can we get started?" the doctor moved his eyes from Zacky to Frank.
"We sure can. Quick question first: how tall are you?" Frank looked at him curiously.
"Uh...5'4?" The doctor clicked his tongue. "Interesting. Well of you two are ready, you can come into my office." He started walking down the hallway and Zacky and Frank shared a strange glance before following.
"So what seems to be the problem, boys?" Dr. Wentz said when they came into his office. He was still looking at Zacky, making him more uncomfortable than he already was. He looked at Frank, silently pleading. He sighed.
"Is it possible for a guy to get...knocked up?" Frank said awkwardly. The doctor removed his eyes from Zacky's package and looked Frank in the eyes.
"Oh yeah. Well I mean there have only been a few cases but it's not unheard of." Frank just nodded slowly. "Why? Are you..." the doctor's eyes moved down to Frank's stomach.
"No! Oh god no it’s not me." Frank said quickly. "It's him." He gestured to Zacky who smiled shyly.
“Oh well then you can go ahead and hop up on the bed here.” Dr. Wentz said, patting the paper covering the hospital bed. He smacked Zacky’s ass as he climbed up.
“Can we please get this over with?” Zacky said uncomfortably.
“Alright, if we must. Can you lie down and lift up your shirt for me?” The doctor ran a hand up and down Zacky’s thigh.
“Um, you know what? Can we do this another time? Me and Frank have a bunch of other stuff we gotta do so…” Zacky started to stand up but the doctor gently pushed him back down.
“Nonsense. Now lift up your shirt.” Zacky desperately looked over at Frank, who was trying his hardest not to laugh his ass off. Zacky shot him a glare but finally lifted up his shirt for the doctor. “This will feel a little cold.” He said, putting gloved on his hands. He took his sweet time rubbing the cold gel on Zacky’s stomach and Frank had to excuse himself so he could finally left out his laughter. The doctor turned on the monitor by Zacky’s bed and asked Frank when he came back to dim the lights.
“Um, is that really necessary? Zacky asked as Frank did what he was told.
“It’s standard procedure, Mr. Baker.” The monitor finally came to life. The doctor looked at it and wrote something in his clipboard. He then turned to Zacky.
“Congratulations, Mr. Baker, you are pregnant. About eight weeks by the looks of it.” Dr. Wentz continued to point out what was supposed to be its head, arms, and legs, though Zacky couldn’t make out anything that was supposed to look like any of those things. When he was finished, the doctor turned to Frank.
“Are you the father?”
“No! No, no, no, oh God no. Me and Zacky are just friends.” The doctor raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re single?” He said to Zacky.
“No, I’m not! And if we’re done here, we’ll just be leaving. Zacky sat up and pulled down his shirt, without bothering to wipe the gel off his stomach.
“C’mon, Frank, we’re going.” He grabbed Frank’s hand and they were almost out the door when the doctor stopped him.
“Don’t you want the medication for the morning sickness? And you’re going to need to make another appointment.” Zacky turned around and faced Dr. Wentz. “Just give me the pills. We’ll call in for the next appointment. We really must be going now.” The doctor handed Zacky the bottle of pills and he and Frank bolted out of there. As soon as they got out of the doctor’s earshot, Frank started laughing.
“That doctor was totally coming on to you!” He said loudly as they walked to Frank’s car.
“Is that all you care about?!” Zacky yelled. “I don’t want kids, Frank! I’m pregnant and I don’t want kids!” What am I going to do? How will I tell Brian?”
“Zack, calm the fuck down!” Frank said calmly, getting into the driver’s side of his car. “You’re overthinking this. You can talk to Brian and figure out what to do then. It’s going to be fine.” Zacky glared at him.
“You’re only saying that because it’s not happening to you.” Frank shrugged.
“Yeah maybe.” They drove in silence for a few minutes.
“Can we stop and get something to eat?” Zacky asked, breaking the silence.
“Nope, we gotta get back to the apartment.”
“Why? So you can fuck Gerard? C’mon Frankie, I’m starving!"
“That’s exactly why.” Frank said, smirking. “We have food at home, you can wait.” Zacky stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and they drove in silence again for the rest of the way home.
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Brian pulled out a beer from the fridge and opened it just as Frank and Zacky walked in the front door.
“Zacky! Aren’t you supposed to be at class?" Brian asked, obviously surprised to see him.
“Uh…it ended early today.” Zacky said nervously. Brian just shrugged.
“You want a beer?” He asked, reaching for another can.
“You better not, Zacky.” Frank said as he walked to his bedroom. “It’s not good for the you-know-what.” Frank smiled as he closed to door behind him. Brian looked at Zacky curiously.
“What’s he mean, Zack?”
“Um…nothing. I don’t know. He’s crazy.” Zacky nervously walked over to the fridge to find something to eat. “Ooh who bought popsicles?” He asked, pulling two out of the fridge. He turned around to find Brian standing right behind him. He wrapped his arms around Zacky’s waist and pulled him closer.
“I was thinking…” Brian said, raising an eyebrow. “We should go out to dinner tonight.” He started swaying back and forth, moving Zacky’s hips along with him. Zacky nodded and stuck one of the popsicles in his mouth. Brian yelled a quick goodbye to Frank as he let go of Zacky’s waist and headed towards the front door. He got in the driver’s side of the car and turned to look at Zacky.
“So where do you want to go?” Zacky shrugged as he bit off the last part of his Popsicle.
“I don’t even care.” He said. “Let’s just go to a Subway or something.” Brian looked at him curiously as he began unwrapping his second Popsicle.
“Why Subway?”
“Because I’m really hungry and I don’t feel like waiting for my food at some dumb restaurant.” Brian stared at him for a few long moments before shrugging and starting the car.
“Okay. Subway it is.”
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Brian stared at Zacky with a strange expression as he told the Subway worker what he wanted on his sandwich. He ordered a foot long with just about every ingredient they had to offer on it. The worker had to ask twice what Brian wanted to get his attention away from Zacky.
“You really are hungry, aren’t you?” Brian said as he sat down with his food across from Zacky. Zacky nodded as he bit into his already half gone sandwich, struggling to keep all of its contents in between the two pieces of bread. Zacky drummed his fingers on the table when he was done as he waited for Brian to be finished eating.
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Zacky tried to hide his nervousness from Brian as they strolled hand-in-hand through the park a few blocks from their apartment. They were nearing the end of the trail and Zacky decided that he was going to tell Brian then and there.
“Um Brian?” He said quietly, nervously running his free hand through his hair. “I have to tell you something.” Zacky felt his face turn red as Brian looked over at him.
“Hm?” Brian hummed. Zacky drew in a shaky breath.
“Brian…I’m—” Just then, one of the kids playing a few yards behind them threw a Frisbee which managed to hit Brian in the back of the head.
“Son of a bitch!” He whispered under his breath, rubbing the place where the Frisbee had hit him. He turned to pick it up when the 3 kids ran up to him.
“Hey mister can he have our Frisbee back?” Brian raised an eyebrow at the one who spoke.
“What, you mean this Frisbee?” He asked, holding it up. The kid nodded. Brian chuckled a bit before throwing it as hard as he could. The kids watched as it soared through the air and clear the whole other end of the park. “Go fetch.” The kids gave him dirty looks before they took off to go retrieve their Frisbee. Brian cursed them under his breath once more before turning back around to face Zacky. He stood with his eyes wide and his jaw dropped wide open.
“Why did you do that?” Zacky asked.
“Kids are just so fucking annoying.” He spat out harshly. Zacky let out a quiet gasp.
“Brian, you don’t mean that…do you?” He asked worriedly. Brian snorted.
“Of course I do!” Zacky felt his bottom lip quiver just a bit.
“So don’t want to have kids?” Zacky asked quietly.
“Nope. Never. I hate ‘em. So what were you saying?” Zacky's eyes got wide.
"Uh...just that...it's getting late and we should head back." Zacky turned his back to Brian and started walking towards the car. Brian just shrugged and followed him.
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Gerard tossed his keys on the coffee table of the living room and was about to call to ask if anyone was home when he heard crying from somewhere in the apartment. He followed the sound of it to outside of the bathroom. He listened to the quiet sobs and sniffles of the person inside for a few moments before slowly and quietly opening the door just enough for him to see inside.
He saw Zacky standing in front of the mirror without his shirt on. He was cradling the slight bulge he had in his stomach in his arms, only letting go to wipe his teary eyes or his runny nose on his sleeve.
“Zacky?” He said quietly, opening the door more so he could step into the bathroom. Zacky turned to look at him and tried to pretend he wasn’t just crying in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Oh, um, hi Gerard.” He said nervously, wiping any traces of tears from his face. Gerard leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What’s wrong, Zacky?” Zacky pulled his shirt back over his head.
“Nothing, why do you ask?” Gerard raised an eyebrow.
“Did you tell Brian?” Gerard asked, ignoring Zacky's questiong and Zacky shook his head slowly. “Why not? He’s going to find out eventually!”
“He said he didn’t want kids, Gerard!” Zacky yelled, crying again. “He told me he didn’t want any kids when I was about to tell him!” He buried his face in his hands and sobbed.
“Well where is he now?”
“The bar.” Gerard put a hand on his back and led him into the living room where they both sat down on the couch.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay, Zack. Don’t you think you might be taking this a bit too hard?” Gerard asked softly. Zacky immediately stood up, outraged.
“Don’t you think you might be taking this a bit too hard?” Zacky yelled, throwing a pillow at him. Gerard looked at him, confused, as he stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him.
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