Patrick rushed to Pete's side and hid his face in his chest. Pete protectively wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. What the fuck was going on? The others in the room looked just as confused. The orange haired girl stepped closer and everyone else stepped back. She smiled wider.

"I'm Hayley." She introduced herself as if it were a normal situation. "And welcome home!"

"H-Home?" Patrick echoed.

"Home!" She glared at him before fixing her face into another smile. "I wasn't expecting a turn out this size, but we'll make do." She walked briskly over to the large man with the dark hair. He didn't have time to move back. "And I definitely wasn't expecting this little bundle of joy to come with you!" She knelt down and cupped his stomach. The one beside him stiffened.

Bundle of joy? Like a baby? The guy is having a kid? "You're pregnant?" Pete asked him.

"We're pregnant." The man beside him corrected.

"B-But you're a guy." The drunk informed the crowd.

"Thanks we didn't notice." Gosh, the second father was an ass.

"Its extremely rare!" The pregnant, nicer one announced proudly. "But yes, I'm a guy that got pregnant."

"That can really happen?" Patrick nearly leaped in the air. Pete frowned.

"Enough!" Hayley yelled out. "He's a pregnant dude, so what." She moved away from his stomach. "You guys seem to be missing the big picture."

"You mean your crazy ass trying to keep us in here against our will?"

"Precisely." She beamed. "We're gonna have a gay ole time!" She said in an animated voice. Silence followed. "Y-You guys get it? Gay meaning happy and then gay meaning, uh you know. Gay."

"We got it." The second daddy said. "It just wasn't funny."

"And I'm not gay." The drunk slurred.

"Joe, please." His friend sighed.

"We can't stay here!" One of the quietest two pleaded. "We're getting married-"

"I'll marry you." Hayley clapped.

"No!" The other one frowned.

Hayley frowned. "Listen here you ungrateful, complaining, whiny little shits. You aren't leaving. No matter what. So you can complain all you want. And whine all you want. It won't change anything!"

"Pete, I'm scared." Patrick whispered.

"Me too baby." Pete admitted.

"Now. I'm going to my office. We'll have a late snack in thirty minutes. Meet in the dining room."

And with that being said, she returned to the door behind her desk. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Everyone was probably in shock. Was there really no way to get out? Is that even possible?!