What Would You Do if I Fell For You , [8/15]
Title: What Would You Do if I Fell For You , Chapter Eight
Author: faceoffamex
Rating: NC17.
Pairing: ryden.
POV: third.
Summary: There weren’t enough bandages or antidotes to cure the shredded pieces that still made up his heart.
Warnings: MPEG ! sexual content, language.
Disclaimer: if i owned ryan ross and brendon urie, their sex tape would be out right now.
Beta: pavlovebby
Chapter Six
The post haze of an induced high still lingered in Brendon’s system. Heavy eyelids dropped over his eyes, hiding the dark color from sight. He inhaled lazily, chest lifting in just the slightest movement along with the breath. He could smell the irritating (but familiar) scent of nicotine burning throughout the room.
Blinking back the sting that attacked his eyes the moment he’d tried to open them efficiently, Brendon glanced around the room.
There were the same navy walls. The same clothing covered carpet and the same half open mahogany door to his closet. Brendon’s bedroom hadn’t changed. Sure, the color of the scattered material on the flooring did change, but never could you fully see the binge carpet underneath. Since its first change about five months ago, he hadn’t found enough energy to clean the room. Nate didn’t complain. Not like Ryan would have. He didn’t see a problem with it if Nate didn’t care. Then again, even if the other would have, Brendon still probably wouldn’t have done anything about it. It was his room. Nate didn’t have to stay there if he didn’t want to.
Speaking of the boy, he turned his eyes over to the tanned figure situated next to him on the comfortable bed. A soft smile spread over his lips as he took in that face. He watched the cherry at the end of the cigarette burn with a brighter ember when Nate inhaled on the cancer stick. Brendon slipped closer, ignoring the presence of the laptop settled over the boy’s thin thighs.
Nate pulled the cigarette away from his lips, holding it away from the bed and tilting his head to the side to avoid blowing the smoke at Brendon. “Hey Bren, look at this.” That Eastern accent made the early morning breath of words thick.
On the screen that had just been turned toward him was a picture of a familiar face. That face was covered by dark sun glasses; hair turned toward the edge of his face in a fight against the wind.
Brendon’s smile quickly turned into a thoughtful frown. His eyes scanned over the picture, taking in the dark jacket covering Ryan’s thin body. Except, it wasn’t so thin anymore. His eyes quickly dropped down to the article below that, scanning the words as quickly as his sluggish mind would allow.
Previous guitarist to ‘Panic! At The Disco’, Ryan Ross, was finally spotted strolling in the windy city. The kid really knows how to play like Waldo. Not only has one of our sources found Mr. Ross, but also found a little more than we were expecting. Is that a baby bump or is Ryan just getting fat? The girl-compatible boy has always been a pusher to look perfect. With the layers of eyeliner and sometimes the colorful print of make up across his face, it’s just not like Ryan to be losing his weight gain battle. Or maybe it was just too many nights in front of the television pigging out on ice cream and chocolate while he watched our updates on ex-boyfriend Brendon Urie. Either way, he’s hiding more than secrets in his new town of Chicago.
Those chocolate eyes rolled as he pushed the edge of the base away. Brendon leaned away again, lifting a hand and shoving it through his hair. “Oh please. Half the shit TMZ dishes is just bullshit. That’s probably not even Ryan.” Yes it is, he thought to himself. Yes it is. That’s him and he’s going to be having someone’s baby. He’s moved on. So why can’t you? It was your idea after all. The battle raged on in his thoughts.
Brendon softly growled in protest. “Now, turn that shit off and kiss me.” He grinned that Brendon-style grin and quickly leaned toward Nate with his lips attacking the first inch of skin he could get to.
- -
The sun beat down against the pavement. It brought light to all the vegetation that had been lying dormant for the previous winter months. Along with the new rise of plant life came the rise of a lighter mood. When winter came his happiness had seemed to drain like the continuous drop of snow fall. But now, the sun was up and so was his spirits.
Ryan couldn’t convince himself that it was the fact he was just months away from having that brilliant ball of life become an addition to his every day routine. He tried to tell himself that it was because he was getting better. Even if he knew he really wasn’t. He knew he wasn’t because whenever he was left to be on his own, that’s exactly was he was; alone. There weren’t enough bandages or antidotes to cure the shredded pieces that still made up his heart. Sometimes, Ryan felt the physical pull of emptiness, as if someone had really reached within him and removed his ticker.
So he tried not to let himself be too alone. He had Spencer and Pete and Patrick. But sometimes, even they weren’t enough to keep the drowning thoughts away. Ryan knew he was going to always been engaged in an ongoing battle within his head. Never could he truly rest with satisfaction. Never could he wake the next morning and say that it was going to be a great day. Because they never were. There was always something there that was bound to turn into too much of a memory or reminder. He didn’t enjoy wallowing, but in all honesty, what else was he supposed to do when he had it so set in stone that he wasn’t going to have intimate relations with someone else? If this baby, this baby boy, couldn’t have his true father, then he’d have no father at all.
Ryan knew he was just being selfish. It wasn’t just because he wanted this baby to have a true family; it was also because he wanted what he couldn’t have. He understood that things changed and people did too, but why did they always have to change for him? He couldn’t think of any stable relationship in his life but that was just because he’d only been in one intimate relationship and the one person that he was blood related to hadn’t really been a father. He was going to make this child’s life different. He’d have a mother that he could love and know that he’d be loved in return. It wasn’t just how he thought it should be, that was the way that every parent and child relationship should be. Everyone should grow up knowing there was at least one person in their lives that really cared. No, it wasn’t like he thought that the Niles didn’t care. It was just the fact that they hadn’t really had enough time to get to know Ryan. It didn’t matter, though. He still considered them his family.
Now, he still had a family. They were just close friends, but they were still family. Ryan was thankful that he had at least someone that could sit down and listen. If he didn’t, he probably would have driven himself crazy by now. But he still couldn’t help but feel like something was missing because for him, there really was something missing.
In those few months that he’d risked everything to be with Brendon, he had reached the point in his life where he was convinced that there wasn’t any other feeling that could feel better than what he had felt then. Sure, it just sounded like a whole bunch of nonsense when you thought about it, but to him, it did make sense. Brendon was there. His parents were there. He had a little sister and he was happy. Not that he wasn’t now. It was just that in this case, things were different.
But that’s how everything was now. Different.
Sighing softly to himself, he shoved his hands farther into the deep confines of the jacket’s pockets. He looked up, checking where he was on his daily walk to work. Just a turn around the corner and he’d be reaching for the door to the book shop.
For Ryan, it was the perfect job. It didn’t require a lot of social contact and it didn’t ask too much from him. He was surrounding himself with books. Could he of asked for a better placement? He thought not.
So, as the boy rounded the corner, he spotted the metallic knob. Reaching for it, Ryan’s brown eyes flickered up to the darkened inner part of the store. That was odd. The shop was normally fully lit by now. Pondering the idea, he opened the door and stepped inside.
The moment the bell chimed above his head, he heard the chorus of ‘surprise!’ off to his right.
Turning those copper eyes, he was presented with the sight of brightly wrapped gifts set aside on the oak table. There, Spencer, Pete, and Patrick were settled on either side of the table. Each face was laminated with a smile, brightening the outlook of the normally monotone store.
Swallowing, Ryan turned and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket again. He looked over the number of wrapped gifts, still trying to figure out the cause for this. Pete was the only one that knew when his birthday was but it was spring. There wasn’t any reason for a celebration.
“Wh-what’s all this for?” His voice drained of its usual easy steadiness. Ryan lifted his eyes to search each face, waiting for the break of a given hint.
“Your surprise baby shower.” Spencer’s smile grew even more (if that were possible) as he spoke, joy full in each word.
Ryan’s expression softened from the nervous look it’d taken on. He stepped back, shaking his head at the group. “Guys, you really shouldn’t have. This is too much, really.”
If he wouldn’t have been able to look at each face after he’d spoken, he still would have known that each set of eyes had been sent rolling. The boy shifted his weight, listening to the semi-serious tone of Pete’s voice.
“Ryan, please. We all knew you’d need a little help and why not? We’re your friends, man. Practically family. Now get over here and tear into these gifts before Spencer gets all giddy again.”
The color burned through his pale cheeks as he stepped forward and took the seat Patrick had just pulled up toward the table. His back muscles subconsciously punished him for standing so long.
Once everyone else had gathered around the table, his teeth latched onto his lip as a source of comfort. Being the center of attention wasn’t ever the place Ryan wanted to be. He’d much rather always be a part of the crowd. As strange as it was, considering he was a guitarist (or rather more of an ex-guitarist) to an infamous band, he hated the feeling of stage lights beating down on him. It didn’t even have to be those bright, energy gulping venue lights, either. Just the feeling of all those expectant eyes on him was enough to make his hands pick up a small quiver as he reached for the first gift being handed to him.
Ryan inhaled unsteadily as he guided his finger to the first open slit in the metallic paper.
- -
After all the gifts had been opened and it had been agreed that Spencer would later load the mess of new things into his truck to haul it back to Ryan’s apartment, the group finished off the small cake they’d also pitched in to get.
Ryan picked over the frosting, always picky with how many layers were on the cake itself. Sitting next to him, Spencer watched the boy work most of the frosting off his pieces.
“You’re crazy. The frosting is like, the best part besides the ice cream.”
Turning those brown eyes up, he glanced over at his friend with a soft smile. “I don’t really like frosting. It’s a very good cake, though.”
“Hm. If only we would have actually baked it.” The sentence was followed by a light chuckle. Spencer cut off another piece on his plate, lifting the fork to his plush lips.
Off to the side, Pete and Patrick were sitting in two of the leather chairs they had drug up from the back of the store. They were talking quietly, obviously enjoying each other’s company. Ryan smiled at that. It was always nice to see the people he cared for happy. Maybe this hadn’t turned out into such a bag thing after all.
His smile dipped back down into a frown the moment he felt a very aggressive thump against the side of his stomach. Subconsciously, his hand moved to the side of his stomach where he’d felt the movement. Spencer had caught the movement. He had been watching Ryan for quite a while now.
“What’s wrong?” Those blue eyes rose to meet those nearly colorless copper.
“Oh. Um. Nothing. He’s just kicking.”
He shouldn’t have said it. Ryan surveyed the excitement as it flashed over the opposite boy’s face. Spencer nearly jerked forward with his hand almost moving to where Ryan’s was. But he seemed to remember just how much the boy detested of being touched without permission.
“Can I feel?”
Honestly. How was he supposed to say no to those eyes? Gulping, he nodded with his voice breaking on the single word that breeched from his lips. “S-sure.”
Spencer looked down at where Ryan’s hand had once been. Slowly, he put his plate on the table behind them and turned in his chair to face the other more properly. Ryan had leaned forward some, not slumping so much to the rest of the soft back brace of the chair. He let his hand gently rest against the tiny curve to his friend’s stomach. Sitting there, motionless, he waited for the briefest adjust in movement.
But there was no use to waiting long. Just seconds after he’d placed his hand in the spot, he felt the swift tap from the surface his hand was rested on.
Spencer gasped, looking up at Ryan with his jaw dropping in the joy that had brightened up his once concentrated expression.
“Oh, Ryan! That’s so amazing.” He adjusted his hold, getting a better position on the rounded front.
Those pearly teeth sunk into his lip, hard. It wasn’t that he didn’t like other people touching him. Besides, wasn’t it a custom for people to always assume they could just walk up to any one of their pregnant friends and steal a feel at the baby bump? He almost smirked at the thought.
But no, it wasn’t the physical part of it. It was just the fact that this was the first time he’d ever let anyone else feel the life that was growing inside him. Actually, it had been the first time that someone had asked. Seeing Spencer look so excited over just a word of presences from the baby made something inside his chest mend. No. It didn’t cure the still open wound where his heart had been ripped out, but he had a feeling that the strings were beginning to tighten again.
Ryan didn’t feel anything for Spencer. Not in that way at least. He was a friend that he was grateful for having but he didn’t know how to summon up any feelings that could hold the potential of growing stronger. He was still in love, as much as he didn’t want to be, he was. Once this baby was born, he assumed it’d only get worse. Ryan couldn’t move past wanting the one thing in his life that he wasn’t ever going to have again. In a way, he’d been on a contract. That contract had expired and now he was retired.
He almost found it funny how he had a comparison for every situation.
“It’s going to be beautiful,” Spencer whispered, breaking his jittery thoughts.
“He,” Ryan corrected, voice matching the quiet turn of the conversation. “It’s a boy.”
Author Notes: -hides- i know it's late! very late indeed. i'm late, i'm late for a very important date! hah. sorry guys. spring break has me all out of wake. Click Here to vote on the prompt for my next fic! it would help a ton if you guys would run over and vote on something to give me an idea! now on for the chapter commentary. so. i gave you a dose of brendon. it was small, but it was right away. doesn't that count? also, to clear and confusion. Niles = ryan's adopted family.
Author: faceoffamex
Rating: NC17.
Pairing: ryden.
POV: third.
Summary: There weren’t enough bandages or antidotes to cure the shredded pieces that still made up his heart.
Warnings: MPEG ! sexual content, language.
Disclaimer: if i owned ryan ross and brendon urie, their sex tape would be out right now.
Beta: pavlovebby
Chapter Six
The post haze of an induced high still lingered in Brendon’s system. Heavy eyelids dropped over his eyes, hiding the dark color from sight. He inhaled lazily, chest lifting in just the slightest movement along with the breath. He could smell the irritating (but familiar) scent of nicotine burning throughout the room.
Blinking back the sting that attacked his eyes the moment he’d tried to open them efficiently, Brendon glanced around the room.
There were the same navy walls. The same clothing covered carpet and the same half open mahogany door to his closet. Brendon’s bedroom hadn’t changed. Sure, the color of the scattered material on the flooring did change, but never could you fully see the binge carpet underneath. Since its first change about five months ago, he hadn’t found enough energy to clean the room. Nate didn’t complain. Not like Ryan would have. He didn’t see a problem with it if Nate didn’t care. Then again, even if the other would have, Brendon still probably wouldn’t have done anything about it. It was his room. Nate didn’t have to stay there if he didn’t want to.
Speaking of the boy, he turned his eyes over to the tanned figure situated next to him on the comfortable bed. A soft smile spread over his lips as he took in that face. He watched the cherry at the end of the cigarette burn with a brighter ember when Nate inhaled on the cancer stick. Brendon slipped closer, ignoring the presence of the laptop settled over the boy’s thin thighs.
Nate pulled the cigarette away from his lips, holding it away from the bed and tilting his head to the side to avoid blowing the smoke at Brendon. “Hey Bren, look at this.” That Eastern accent made the early morning breath of words thick.
On the screen that had just been turned toward him was a picture of a familiar face. That face was covered by dark sun glasses; hair turned toward the edge of his face in a fight against the wind.
Brendon’s smile quickly turned into a thoughtful frown. His eyes scanned over the picture, taking in the dark jacket covering Ryan’s thin body. Except, it wasn’t so thin anymore. His eyes quickly dropped down to the article below that, scanning the words as quickly as his sluggish mind would allow.
Previous guitarist to ‘Panic! At The Disco’, Ryan Ross, was finally spotted strolling in the windy city. The kid really knows how to play like Waldo. Not only has one of our sources found Mr. Ross, but also found a little more than we were expecting. Is that a baby bump or is Ryan just getting fat? The girl-compatible boy has always been a pusher to look perfect. With the layers of eyeliner and sometimes the colorful print of make up across his face, it’s just not like Ryan to be losing his weight gain battle. Or maybe it was just too many nights in front of the television pigging out on ice cream and chocolate while he watched our updates on ex-boyfriend Brendon Urie. Either way, he’s hiding more than secrets in his new town of Chicago.
Those chocolate eyes rolled as he pushed the edge of the base away. Brendon leaned away again, lifting a hand and shoving it through his hair. “Oh please. Half the shit TMZ dishes is just bullshit. That’s probably not even Ryan.” Yes it is, he thought to himself. Yes it is. That’s him and he’s going to be having someone’s baby. He’s moved on. So why can’t you? It was your idea after all. The battle raged on in his thoughts.
Brendon softly growled in protest. “Now, turn that shit off and kiss me.” He grinned that Brendon-style grin and quickly leaned toward Nate with his lips attacking the first inch of skin he could get to.
- -
The sun beat down against the pavement. It brought light to all the vegetation that had been lying dormant for the previous winter months. Along with the new rise of plant life came the rise of a lighter mood. When winter came his happiness had seemed to drain like the continuous drop of snow fall. But now, the sun was up and so was his spirits.
Ryan couldn’t convince himself that it was the fact he was just months away from having that brilliant ball of life become an addition to his every day routine. He tried to tell himself that it was because he was getting better. Even if he knew he really wasn’t. He knew he wasn’t because whenever he was left to be on his own, that’s exactly was he was; alone. There weren’t enough bandages or antidotes to cure the shredded pieces that still made up his heart. Sometimes, Ryan felt the physical pull of emptiness, as if someone had really reached within him and removed his ticker.
So he tried not to let himself be too alone. He had Spencer and Pete and Patrick. But sometimes, even they weren’t enough to keep the drowning thoughts away. Ryan knew he was going to always been engaged in an ongoing battle within his head. Never could he truly rest with satisfaction. Never could he wake the next morning and say that it was going to be a great day. Because they never were. There was always something there that was bound to turn into too much of a memory or reminder. He didn’t enjoy wallowing, but in all honesty, what else was he supposed to do when he had it so set in stone that he wasn’t going to have intimate relations with someone else? If this baby, this baby boy, couldn’t have his true father, then he’d have no father at all.
Ryan knew he was just being selfish. It wasn’t just because he wanted this baby to have a true family; it was also because he wanted what he couldn’t have. He understood that things changed and people did too, but why did they always have to change for him? He couldn’t think of any stable relationship in his life but that was just because he’d only been in one intimate relationship and the one person that he was blood related to hadn’t really been a father. He was going to make this child’s life different. He’d have a mother that he could love and know that he’d be loved in return. It wasn’t just how he thought it should be, that was the way that every parent and child relationship should be. Everyone should grow up knowing there was at least one person in their lives that really cared. No, it wasn’t like he thought that the Niles didn’t care. It was just the fact that they hadn’t really had enough time to get to know Ryan. It didn’t matter, though. He still considered them his family.
Now, he still had a family. They were just close friends, but they were still family. Ryan was thankful that he had at least someone that could sit down and listen. If he didn’t, he probably would have driven himself crazy by now. But he still couldn’t help but feel like something was missing because for him, there really was something missing.
In those few months that he’d risked everything to be with Brendon, he had reached the point in his life where he was convinced that there wasn’t any other feeling that could feel better than what he had felt then. Sure, it just sounded like a whole bunch of nonsense when you thought about it, but to him, it did make sense. Brendon was there. His parents were there. He had a little sister and he was happy. Not that he wasn’t now. It was just that in this case, things were different.
But that’s how everything was now. Different.
Sighing softly to himself, he shoved his hands farther into the deep confines of the jacket’s pockets. He looked up, checking where he was on his daily walk to work. Just a turn around the corner and he’d be reaching for the door to the book shop.
For Ryan, it was the perfect job. It didn’t require a lot of social contact and it didn’t ask too much from him. He was surrounding himself with books. Could he of asked for a better placement? He thought not.
So, as the boy rounded the corner, he spotted the metallic knob. Reaching for it, Ryan’s brown eyes flickered up to the darkened inner part of the store. That was odd. The shop was normally fully lit by now. Pondering the idea, he opened the door and stepped inside.
The moment the bell chimed above his head, he heard the chorus of ‘surprise!’ off to his right.
Turning those copper eyes, he was presented with the sight of brightly wrapped gifts set aside on the oak table. There, Spencer, Pete, and Patrick were settled on either side of the table. Each face was laminated with a smile, brightening the outlook of the normally monotone store.
Swallowing, Ryan turned and shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket again. He looked over the number of wrapped gifts, still trying to figure out the cause for this. Pete was the only one that knew when his birthday was but it was spring. There wasn’t any reason for a celebration.
“Wh-what’s all this for?” His voice drained of its usual easy steadiness. Ryan lifted his eyes to search each face, waiting for the break of a given hint.
“Your surprise baby shower.” Spencer’s smile grew even more (if that were possible) as he spoke, joy full in each word.
Ryan’s expression softened from the nervous look it’d taken on. He stepped back, shaking his head at the group. “Guys, you really shouldn’t have. This is too much, really.”
If he wouldn’t have been able to look at each face after he’d spoken, he still would have known that each set of eyes had been sent rolling. The boy shifted his weight, listening to the semi-serious tone of Pete’s voice.
“Ryan, please. We all knew you’d need a little help and why not? We’re your friends, man. Practically family. Now get over here and tear into these gifts before Spencer gets all giddy again.”
The color burned through his pale cheeks as he stepped forward and took the seat Patrick had just pulled up toward the table. His back muscles subconsciously punished him for standing so long.
Once everyone else had gathered around the table, his teeth latched onto his lip as a source of comfort. Being the center of attention wasn’t ever the place Ryan wanted to be. He’d much rather always be a part of the crowd. As strange as it was, considering he was a guitarist (or rather more of an ex-guitarist) to an infamous band, he hated the feeling of stage lights beating down on him. It didn’t even have to be those bright, energy gulping venue lights, either. Just the feeling of all those expectant eyes on him was enough to make his hands pick up a small quiver as he reached for the first gift being handed to him.
Ryan inhaled unsteadily as he guided his finger to the first open slit in the metallic paper.
- -
After all the gifts had been opened and it had been agreed that Spencer would later load the mess of new things into his truck to haul it back to Ryan’s apartment, the group finished off the small cake they’d also pitched in to get.
Ryan picked over the frosting, always picky with how many layers were on the cake itself. Sitting next to him, Spencer watched the boy work most of the frosting off his pieces.
“You’re crazy. The frosting is like, the best part besides the ice cream.”
Turning those brown eyes up, he glanced over at his friend with a soft smile. “I don’t really like frosting. It’s a very good cake, though.”
“Hm. If only we would have actually baked it.” The sentence was followed by a light chuckle. Spencer cut off another piece on his plate, lifting the fork to his plush lips.
Off to the side, Pete and Patrick were sitting in two of the leather chairs they had drug up from the back of the store. They were talking quietly, obviously enjoying each other’s company. Ryan smiled at that. It was always nice to see the people he cared for happy. Maybe this hadn’t turned out into such a bag thing after all.
His smile dipped back down into a frown the moment he felt a very aggressive thump against the side of his stomach. Subconsciously, his hand moved to the side of his stomach where he’d felt the movement. Spencer had caught the movement. He had been watching Ryan for quite a while now.
“What’s wrong?” Those blue eyes rose to meet those nearly colorless copper.
“Oh. Um. Nothing. He’s just kicking.”
He shouldn’t have said it. Ryan surveyed the excitement as it flashed over the opposite boy’s face. Spencer nearly jerked forward with his hand almost moving to where Ryan’s was. But he seemed to remember just how much the boy detested of being touched without permission.
“Can I feel?”
Honestly. How was he supposed to say no to those eyes? Gulping, he nodded with his voice breaking on the single word that breeched from his lips. “S-sure.”
Spencer looked down at where Ryan’s hand had once been. Slowly, he put his plate on the table behind them and turned in his chair to face the other more properly. Ryan had leaned forward some, not slumping so much to the rest of the soft back brace of the chair. He let his hand gently rest against the tiny curve to his friend’s stomach. Sitting there, motionless, he waited for the briefest adjust in movement.
But there was no use to waiting long. Just seconds after he’d placed his hand in the spot, he felt the swift tap from the surface his hand was rested on.
Spencer gasped, looking up at Ryan with his jaw dropping in the joy that had brightened up his once concentrated expression.
“Oh, Ryan! That’s so amazing.” He adjusted his hold, getting a better position on the rounded front.
Those pearly teeth sunk into his lip, hard. It wasn’t that he didn’t like other people touching him. Besides, wasn’t it a custom for people to always assume they could just walk up to any one of their pregnant friends and steal a feel at the baby bump? He almost smirked at the thought.
But no, it wasn’t the physical part of it. It was just the fact that this was the first time he’d ever let anyone else feel the life that was growing inside him. Actually, it had been the first time that someone had asked. Seeing Spencer look so excited over just a word of presences from the baby made something inside his chest mend. No. It didn’t cure the still open wound where his heart had been ripped out, but he had a feeling that the strings were beginning to tighten again.
Ryan didn’t feel anything for Spencer. Not in that way at least. He was a friend that he was grateful for having but he didn’t know how to summon up any feelings that could hold the potential of growing stronger. He was still in love, as much as he didn’t want to be, he was. Once this baby was born, he assumed it’d only get worse. Ryan couldn’t move past wanting the one thing in his life that he wasn’t ever going to have again. In a way, he’d been on a contract. That contract had expired and now he was retired.
He almost found it funny how he had a comparison for every situation.
“It’s going to be beautiful,” Spencer whispered, breaking his jittery thoughts.
“He,” Ryan corrected, voice matching the quiet turn of the conversation. “It’s a boy.”
Author Notes: -hides- i know it's late! very late indeed. i'm late, i'm late for a very important date! hah. sorry guys. spring break has me all out of wake. Click Here to vote on the prompt for my next fic! it would help a ton if you guys would run over and vote on something to give me an idea! now on for the chapter commentary. so. i gave you a dose of brendon. it was small, but it was right away. doesn't that count? also, to clear and confusion. Niles = ryan's adopted family.