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NOVEMBER, 2024.
nine weeks along
It was early November, the leaves on the trees shifting from green to their warmer colors, orange, auburn, red. Of course, not much changed during the cooler seasons in Florida.
Dream usually liked the cooler weather, the jackets he could wear out, the cat beanies, all the nice sweaters, his fuzzy socks too. Though, this season was feeling different.
Him and George had been trying for about a whole year now, their first ‘WantingABaby-versary’ in a few weeks from now, and Dream had just gotten some news via a pregnancy test. One that he took himself.
The original plan was for George to get pregnant. It just felt more ‘natural’ that way, they supposed.
Dream certainly didn't want to be pregnant either. Carrying a baby for nine months? Then actually birthing the thing? That would have to hurt.
Staring down at the pregnancy test, Dream took a deep breath. He couldn't abort it, that was for sure. Him and George had been trying for a baby for so long, aborting it because he didn't want to be the one to carry it wouldn't feel right. But carrying the pregnancy out and delivering it would be even more scary than an abortion.
Dream was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a touch up against his leg, quickly looking down to see Patches who was meowing up at him for some food.
The male sighed and quickly threw the pregnancy test away, scooping up Patches and making his way downstairs. Maybe he could just wait a bit until he told George. He had time.