// tbh what the fuck is this story

also if you don't enjoy mpreg, there is just a mention of it in this chap & maybe one more but not actual pregnancy.

I love my life. Okay, that's a lie. At age thirty-six, I'm not settled down with my wife or making a good living.

Because the last party I attended as a college kid left me knocked up, not knowing who the guy was. I never bothered with condoms, mostly because I am a gay man, who could never get pregnant.

Wrong.

The only thing good that came out of the whole situation was Bronx, who is now sixteen. After I moved into this neighbourhood, I enrolled Bronx into the nice school right down the street.

He made friends. Ruby (whose dad is a very attractive guy with curly hair), Sam (whose dad has a huge forehead), Junior (whose dad's name was apparently Ray?), and Bandit (whose dad is a painter/sculptor).

I never knew five kids could get in so much trouble. They, apparently, skipped school and stole things and when asked why, had the excuse of 'I don't know.'

Every single one of them. Naturally, the dads of the other children and I were all called to the school where we met with the principal one on one.

Ruby's father, who I learned was called Joe, went in first with his daughter. I made small talk with the other three fathers. Apparently, Sam's dad's name is Brendon, Junior's is, in fact, Ray, and Bandit's is Gerard.

When Brendon gets called in next, and Joe doesn't come out, Ray leans in to Gerard and I. "I heard that Joe's ex wife left him as soon as she had Ruby, and that Brendon's ex husband and he adopted, to which the man left a month later."

"Holy shit, that's rough," Gerard says. Ray rolls his eyes and snorts.

"That's nothing. I heard someone in this group got knocked up and doesn't know who the father is." Ray continues. I swallow when he says that, tensing up next to Gerard.

"Mr. Toro, you can come in now," The principal says, and Ray waves a goodbye to both of us before walking in the office. I sigh in relief when the door shuts behind him.

"It's you, isn't it? You're the one that got pregnant and doesn't know who the father is." Gerard accuses. I look everywhere but his face. "Look, bro, I'm not judging you. Your secret's safe with me."

They call for Gerard next, and I'm left alone with my thoughts. Gerard and Brendon seem nice. I didn't get to talk to Joe, and Ray is a sneaky bitch.

My turn comes next, and when I walk in the office, I find all of the guys looking at me, along with the principal and assistant principal. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Wentz. Have a seat anywhere you'd like."

I take the only open seat next to Joe and lean forward, my elbows on my knees. "Everyone here has agreed to help with the upcoming dance, except for you," The principal says, "and in order for Bronx to keep attending this school, you must help decorate and chaperone at said dance. What do you say?"

I look around at all of the men staring at me. My gaze falls on my shoes as I take a deep breath. "Fine."

// this is so gay but it'll be good hopefully