Kinda graphic l- you know what you've read worse

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Alex I guess~~~

I was just walking down the street.

Minding my own business.

When I found myself in front of a ton of homeless people.

There were your usual, druggie old men, druggie old women with dirty children. Those weird Christians with their, "God help us" signs, but there was a girl. Probably around my age.

She was fast asleep in an old rocking chair, her small hands resting atop her large pregnant belly. I'd say 8 months. At least.

She looked peaceful whereas everyone around her was having a nightmare, screaming, or begging for money.

I hadn't even noticed I was staring until someone yanked my sleeve. I blinked and turned around to see my best friend, Maria, beckoning me to keep walking.

I gave the girl one more glance before following Maria.

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I returned there the next day.

She was still there, sitting in her chair and rocking back and forth. Almost everyone around her was asleep or blacked out except for some of the children.

She yelled at one to get out of the street and I snickered, watching the young boy trudge back to the grass. She rolled her eyes and went back to caressing her belly, humming a small tune.

I was surprised she wasn't freezing. It was only about 30 degrees out. I coughed quietly and pulled up my scarf.

I decided to approach her.

"How far along are you?"

Her head shot up and she stared at me with beautiful hazel-green eyes. She cocked her head slightly.

"He's due in a few weeks.. why?"

"I was just wondering. Do you mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

I nodded and sat on the floor next to her.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Heh, freezing. You get used to it eventually."

I frowned and removed my overcoat, standing up and draping it over her. I heard her breath hitch and I smiled softly.

"What's your name?"

"John.."

"Oh! You're trans?"

"Mhm."

He closed his eyes as the coat engulfed him in its warmth.

"Thank you.."

"My pleasure."

"Why are you being nice to me? People normally just leave a dollar and walk away.."

"I'm not sure. Just wanted to do some good in my life."

He nodded a bit and snuggled into the jacket.

"Would you like to come with me?"

"How do I know you're not a murderer? An abuser? A rapist?"

"You can trust me John, I would like to help you."

He grinned.

"I'll take up your offer, mister..?"

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."

"Mister Hamilton."

He leaned over to tap another woman's head, waking her from a light sleep.

"Could you watch the kids, Theo? I'm leaving.."

"Of course! Good riddance to you and the baby, John!"

"Thanks a lot, Theo."

I grinned and the young woman sat up and smiled at me. I waved, then directed my attention back to John who was trying to get out of the chair.

I quickly took his hand, grabbing his waist and helping him up. He succeeded eventually, panting quietly and holding his back.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Thanks."

"Okay, shall we?"

"We shall."

He placed his hand back in mine, and I lead him to my home.

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"Your house is big."

"Heh, yeah.."

"You rich or somethin'?"

"You could say that.."

"Hm."

I snickered and unlocked the door, holding it open so he could step inside. He looked around at the large interior and I saw stars in his eyes.

"Wow.."

"Do you want a tour?"

"Oh hell yeah."

I chuckled, leading him around the house, pointing out bathrooms, bedrooms, sitting rooms, etcetera.

"You'll be staying here."

I opened the door to a large, posh room. There was a large bed straight in the middle, and a baby crib on the left hand side.

"This is where my ex girlfriend stayed when she got pregnant. It wasn't mine, that's why we broke up."

"Oh, god.. I-I couldn't.."

"It's alright, I insist. The bed is really soft and squishy for those nights when the little one won't stop doing somersaults."

"Heh, more like cartwheels. This little bitch is rowdy and refuses to sleep. Thanks a lot Mister Hamilton."

"Call me Alex."

"Yessir!!"

He smiled widely and walked into the room to inspect it more. I watched as he laid on the bed, giggling at his gasp.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER CREATED."

"I know, right?!"

He sat up and made grabby hands at me. I was confused, but walked over and sat on the bed with him. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder, covering my hand with his.

"I miss this.."

"Miss what..?"

"Having someone by my side.. i-it's been really hard y'know.."

He sniffled and I knew he was crying. I softened my posture, wrapping my remaining arm around him.

"Hey, it's alright, don't cry.."

"I-I'm sorry.."

"That's okay. Do you mind telling me what happened?"

"Uhm.. my dad kicked me out for being gay.. I moved in with my boyfriend, he got me pregnant, then he kicked me out for carrying his kid."

"You've been homeless for over half a year?"

"Yep."

"I'm really sorry.."

"It's okay.. you wouldn't understand.."

"I was homeless for 4 years until my debate teacher took me in. I think I know what it's like."

"Well shit."

It was silent for a moment before we started laughing. It died down to small snickers after a while, us just holding each other on the bed.

"Hey, Alex?"

"Hm?"

"W-Would you stay in here with me..? I'm more comfortable with someone holding me.."

"Of course. Whatever makes you feel at home."

He smiled shyly, yawning and leaning more into me.

"Come on. Let's get you something to eat before you fall asleep."

He nodded and I helped him up, leading him to the kitchen and sitting him on the counter.

"Any cravings?"

"Pickles dipped in applesauce." (I tried this in like fourth grade and it's actually like the greatest thing- TurtleBoi4Ever )

I snickered and shook my head, grabbing the jars of pickles and applesauce. I pulled out a bowl and put a scoop of applesauce in it, laying a few pickles over the top. I put everything away, then gave John the bowl.

He gave me a toothy grin, digging in. He got some applesauce on his chin and I pointed it out for him. He stuck his tongue out and crossed his eyes, trying and failing to reach it.

I rolled my eyes and wiped it off with my thumb slowly, meeting his eyes halfway through. His face was a bright pink and I flushed, quickly removing the rest and wiping my finger off.

I moved back and looked away, letting him eat his pickles in an awkward silence. He placed the bowl down when he was done and I grabbed it, sticking it in the sink and lifting him down off the counter.

We went back to the room and I closed the door, turning off the light and crawling into the bed with him. He snuggled into my chest as I held him, muttering a small "thank you" before dozing off.

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It's been a few days, and John has really grown to the home life. Again. His contractions and pains have been getting worse, so I bought a heating pad for him to use daily.

He's currently laid on the couch, the heating pad at the base of his stomach. His eyes were half closed, his hands atop his head. I was in the kitchen, fixing some lunch because I'm a good cook.

I mean kinda, I can cook, just not like a professional chef. John never really wants anything much anyway, so it's not much work.

"Hey Lex?"

"Hm? Are you okay?"

"Uh... yes..?"

"What does that mean?"

"Just c'mere.."

I cocked an eyebrow and sat my knife down on the cutting board, walking to the living room and sitting on the floor in front of John.

His eyes were closed and there was a look of pain painted across his face.

Contractions.

Right.

I grabbed his hand, gently rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. His breathing picked up pace and I frowned, adjusting he heating pad so it was closer to, "that area".

He calmed down a bit and pulled his shirt up past his belly, caressing the side lightly. I cautiously lifted a hand, placing it over his belly button.

He smiled slightly, wincing at a small kick that I felt was aimed at my hand. I grinned, leaning in to kiss the side of his stomach and waiting. Once again, there was a kick where I pressed my lips.

"H-He likes you.."

I chuckled, kissing his cheek gently. He blushed.

We've grown pretty close since he'd been here, and I really want to make a move.

Eh, might as well.

"Can I kiss you?"

"W-What?"

"Can I- You know what, screw it."

I pressed my lips to his, moving my hand up to caress his cheek. He kissed back after a moment, giggling and nibbling at my bottom lip.

"I come to visit and I find you making out with some chick."

John flinched at the misgender, but pulled away and looked to the doorway. I did the same and smiled slightly when I saw Eliza.

"Oh... hey Liz.."

"Don't, 'Hey Liz' me. Who is this, what's she doing here, and why are you two kissing?"

"Well for one, you seem like a total bitch. For two, my name is John, I'm a he, Alexander took me in off the streets, and we're kind of a thing."

"Oh my god! Alex, you're taking trannies off the street?? What's next, a kangaroo?!"

"Get out of my house."

"Excuse me?"

I jumped up and stomped over to Eliza, getting up in her face.

"You fucking heard me. You either respect John, or you can leave."

She scoffed and turned on her heel, strutting out the door. I huffed and turned back to John.

He was sitting up, smiling at me.

"Thank you.."

"I was waiting to find a reason to get her out of my life. You're welcome."

John giggled and slowly got up, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing my jaw carefully. I smiled and placed my hands on his belly, rubbing small circles into it.

"I love you.."

"I love you too, my dear Laurens."

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"A-Alex! Alex wake up!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I muttered a "huh". I focused and looked at John who was rushing around the room.

"J-Oh shit."

I noticed the wet spot in the mattress and cursed under my breath, hopping out of the bed and grabbing the bag I had prepared. I lifted the crying boy into my arms, carrying him out to the car.

I drove down to the hospital, shushing and muttering sweet things to John as he laid in the backseat. I lifted him out of the car and ran into the hospital, calling for a doctor.

We were brought into a delivery room. I held John's hand and kissed his face as he went straight into labor. They lifted his legs onto those metal things so they could see, then covered him with a sheet so he didn't have to see.

They gave me a mask for some reason, but I kept it off so I could continue kissing John as he pushed a child out of him.

There were a lot of tears and blood, and I watched the whole procedure. John was in pain for a few hours, then the sweet sound of a baby crying erupted from under the sheet.

I took a peek and saw a small boy coated in blood, the doctors cutting the umbilical cord. I looked away and back at John. He was panting and crying, a small smile on his face.

The child was rushed out of the room and John's legs were put back down. He chuckled and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

"Good job, Jacky. You did it.."

"I... I'm so tired.."

"Go ahead and get some rest. I'll wait for the baby."

He nodded slowly, immediately passing out. A nurse came back in after a few minutes, her eyes widening at John's sleeping form.

"Is she-?"

"Just asleep. And his pronouns are he and him."

"Oh! Really sorry. Name?"

"John. John Laurens."

"Alright, thank you. Well, I'm happy to inform you that he has given birth to a healthy baby boy. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes. Please."

She nodded and left, eventually walking back in with a small bundle in her arms. She carefully transferred it to me after I sanitized my hands.

"I think that John decided, 'Phillip' but I'm not sure. Just, make sure he wakes up sometime soon.."

"Got it ma'am."

She nodded and smiled, leaving again. I bounced the small boy that looked almost identical to Laurens, just piercing blue eyes instead of his hazel-green. Must be Francis's eyes. (Don't hate me idk the color of his eyes)

The baby just stared up at me in wonder, looking all over my face and sticking his tongue out. He babbled and drool trickled out of his mouth, trailing down his chin.

I chuckled, rummaging through the bag and pulling out a rag. I wiped his drool and babbled nothingness back to him, receiving a giggle.

I moved over to sit in an armchair, adjusting him in my arms and pulling a binkie out of the bag. I teased his lips with it until he opened his mouth, letting me slip in the bink.

He did more baby talk and the bink fell back out. I frowned slightly, putting it away and pulling out a rattle. I shook it and he gasped giggling and snorting.

"Oh my goodness this is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life."

I shook my head and stood up, walking over to sit on the edge of the hospital bed. I gently placed the boy in John's arms, and there were hearts in both their eyes.

"H-Hi Pip.. it's me.. your mama.."

"Nsbdjennak?"

"Yeah! Awe, you're so beautiful.."

"Hbwbrjbrek! Ajwnwenrn."

Oh my god my soul I cannot-

They continued talking to each other as I melted. Eventually, Phillip yawned and I stood up, grabbing the bink. I gently pushed it in his mouth and he sucked on it, his eyes fluttering closed.

John chuckled, caressing Phillip's face gently.

"You're a good dad.."

"W-What?"

His eyes widened and he covered his mouth, looking up at me.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. I'd love to be his father though..."

"You would?"

"Of course."

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I didn't know how to end it sorry-

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