Y O U were m i n e the moment you were BORN ♥ Lacey.

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He hummed and literally laid on the counter, arms underneath his skull as he looked at him. The position had his shirt raising a bit, and though it was only a strip of skin he felt naked- and he wasn't objecting. "Maybe."

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Thomas chuckled and downed the rest of the drink. It gave him a good buzz, "Only maybe?"

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"It all depends on your methods."

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"My methods, huh?" He set the glass down and licked his lips, "Never heard anyone phrase it like that."

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"I'm not just anyone. Am I?" He looked amused.

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"No, no you are not," Thomas agreed, his green eyes looking florescent in the low light.

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He tilted his head a bit ans continued to watch him, humming in thought.

He didn't think that hum of approval would get him this far.

Now hr was sneaking out of a stranger's bedroom, trying to put his shoes on while quietly exiting the home. It was early morning- no one should be up then.

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Thomas was still sprawled in bed where Cole had left him. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, so the boy's exit was already noted by him, but it was to be expected. He yawned and sat up, running a hand through his hair.

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It was thirty minutes later, while in the shower, when the first wave of nausea hit. He slipped a bit at the shock of it all, then leaned against the wall pressing a hand to his upset stomach. He didn't think too much of it, but that should have been the first sign- his carelessness. It would spell disaster for him in the future.

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[ Should we time skip? ]

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A few months had passed since his escapade, and he had finally been ungrounded by his father. He was now walking down the street, arms crossed over his chest to hold his coat closed against the chilly air of autumn. He had started to show a bit, but nothing too much- it only tightened his jacket a bit around his waist. His scarf fluttered in the wind and his head was down.

Thus why he didn't notice the familiar face standing in front of him.

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He had to admit, it took him a moment to remember a name, but the scent hit him first and Thomas had followed it out of instinct, "Cole?"

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Crap.

Crap crap crap.

He /never/ came in contact with a guy after a one night stand. That always spelt out trouble.

So he did possibly the stupidest thing ever.

He looked up, coughed uncomfortably and walked around him, hand up to shield the side of his face that was exposed to Thomas before continuing on his way, quicker this time.

Well this would be an interesting story to tell Scott when he got to Starbucks. He rested a hand on his stomach, feeling oddly protective of the slightly extended thing.

That should have been his second sign.

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Thomas frowned and turned around. Well, he didn't think he deserved to be ignored. After all, it had been a good night. He followed- it was easy, since he could pick up Cole's scent anywhere.

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Entering the coffee shop, he walked over to a table where an attractive man looking to be around 25 sat with his phone in hand. Noticing his partner's arrival, he stood and hugged him gently.

"You're definitely showing." He murmured against Cole's ear.

"I know- soon enough I'm going to have to stay indoors. Or wear huge clothes."

"So who's the father?"

"Well... That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

The two sat, Cole looking at the menu and Scott glancing at his phone.

"You can't have anything caffeinated."

"Hey! Why not?!"

"It'll harm the fetus."

Cole sighed. "This is gonna be a long nine months. No wonder dad acts weird when I'm around."

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He stopped outside the Starbucks, weighing his options. Thomas didn't want to be considered creepy or stalkerish, but something about Cole's scent was different. It drove the animal part of him to find out why. Grunting, he pushed open the door, ignoring the chipper, tinkling bells.

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He lifted his head instinctively when hearing the bells, only to slam it back down again, neck screaming its protest at the jerky movements as he stared hard at the table top, lifting a hand a bit to shield his face. "Oh god what's he doing here..." He moaned in terror, voice quiet.

"Maybe he could just be ordering coffee?"

"Right after seeing me?"

"Well if what you say is true... I don't think you two have much of a thing for him to be creeping on you. You two did have a one night stand. Didn't you?"

"Yeah... Then there's nothing to worry about, right?" He sat up a bit, starting to be relieved by Scott's words.

"'Course man."

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Thomas heard them, of course, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He glanced toward Cole and Scott, green eyes flicking between the two. Most of the time, he wouldn't have cared, but it was Cole's scent. It was driving him crazy and he had to get to the bottom of it.

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Cole sighed and leaned back in his chair, pushing the presence of Thomas, and the insistent butterflies in his stomach, to the back of his mind.

"Are you going to keep it?"
"I went there to get pregnant, Scott, and I did."
"So you're keeping it."
"Of course I am you idiot."
"But aren't you going to tell him?"

He picked at the table cloth, focusing on it. "...I don't know."

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Thomas approached them and cleared his throat, "Cole, can I speak with you?"