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"So, your due date should be... March nine...teenth."
Michael nodded at the new information and poked his flat stomach. Ashton watched him pinch the skin then release over and over. He smacked his hand away.
"You shouldn't be showing yet. That's normal. Not until eight weeks at least, you're at five." The doctor flipped the pages on the clipboard so it went back to normal. "Congratulations you two, the baby's very healthy right now."
Michael immediately knocked on the wooden side table next to him. Ashton giggled at his action but hid his mouth and nose in his sweatshirt. Michael murmured into Ashton's hair right above his ear, "healthy baby."
Ashton nodded with a smile. "Healthy baby means happy daddy."
"Don't call yourself daddy."
"You're mama and I have be to be daddy."
"But that sounds oddly sexual. And that's what I call you. So I didn't necessarily think our baby would call you that." Michael tugged his shirt attempting to cover his stomach, but barely covering it, because it's a crop top, and timidly faced the doctor.
The doctor told him he was free to leave and if they had any concerns minding the baby, to just stop by the office. He left the two alone to go attend another patient next door.
Michael sat up and turned to Ashton (who was stuffing 'new parent' brochures in his backpack) with his hands on his hips. He waited for Ashton to turn around before exclaiming, "why am I 'mama' and why can't you be called 'papa'?"
Ashton smiled. "Only 'cause you'd be the mother and I'd be the designated father."
"I'm not sure if I should slap you now or later."
"How 'bow never?" Ashton smiled cheesily. "Of course you're a dude. And I get that. You have a dick, so do I. But since you are the one carrying the baby and giving birth to him or her, you should be the one considered the mom. And mom isn't an insult. Don't think it is."
The pregnant one scoffed. "So, because I'm pregnant I should be the mom? Uh no. I'm just as much of a dad as you are."
"Damn. It must be the hormones speaking though. C'mon. I wanna pick out some baby clothes at the mall. Then we can eat at Macca's." Ignoring Michael's glare, Ashton tugged him out of the bed and on his two feet. They both walked to the exit, Ashton sipping while Michael threw daggers at him in his mind. "You're slow as hell, Mikey."
"Shut up before I break your legs." Michael smoothed out his skirt. "You are driving."
Ashton nodded while he checked them out of the office and left the room, holding the door open for his friend.
They drove to the mall with Ashton blabbing on about parent roles and who will do what, not thinking about what he was saying. Because it did piss Michael off and Ashton did not notice. Michael was considering slapping the back of Ashton's head and telling him to turn around and go home.
But he didn't. Because he knew that Ashton would just drop him off at home and drive back to his own house without much talking. And he didn't want that.
As much as he was angry at the curly haired lad, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. (You know, wouldn't you want to stay in a car alone with your crush). Plus, Ashton kept giving him cheesy smiles about their baby and he was really excited.
Michael checked the time on his phone before giving Calum and Luke a heads up in where to meet them in thirty minutes.
They headed inside, after Ashton triple checked that he locked the car. Michael smacked his arm as he held the clear double doors open for him, exclaiming, "m'lady" obnoxiously loud.
