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

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He visibly flinched and turned his head away from him a bit. "Um, I..." He trailed off, swallowing a bit. "I don't think so."

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Thomas rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Let me rephrase that: I am going to talk with you." It was a statement, not a question.

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"Well that sucks, because I'm busy, right Scott?"
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"Scott?"
"Huh?"
"We were just leaving, right?"
"Oh but I..."

Cole rolled his eyes. Of course Scott would start drooling as soon as Thomas came over to them. He had the most annoying, and possibly stupidest, best friend ever. Grabbing his hand he yanked him away from the table.

"Let's go!"
"Coming dear~" Scott grumbled and grabbed his coat before following the boy.

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Thomas whipped around, "Cole," His voice came out firm, almost a growl. He reached out and grabbed the boy by the arm, his grip not painful, but definitely not loose enough to break out of.

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He gave a whine and pulled, facing away from him before he slumped, body going limp and head bowing. Submission.

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Thomas glanced to Scott, green eyes glowing faintly, "Can you give us a moment? I swear to you that I am not here to harm him or anything like that."

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Scott spluttered before nodding, taking a step back before sitting at an empty table.

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Thomas did actually smile- it was a smooth curve of his lips, nothing extravagant, but still a smile, "Thank you," He looked to Cole and loosened his grip on his arm, the touch becoming almost gentle, "Cole, please. I just..want to talk."

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He sighed and bowed his head even more, his arm at an odd angle until he fixed it and nodded silently.

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Thomas sighed in relief led him to another table, "Thank you. I didn't want to have to chase you down."

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He looked amused for a split second, as well as something else in his eyes - more than likely arousal, though it was fleeting and he kept it locked down - and looked back at him. "I don't want to talk about what you think we're going to talk about."

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Thomas raised his eyebrows and his eyes flicked up and down his body, "And what do you think that is?"

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"Well what do you think it is?" He raised an eyebrow.

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"I asked you first," he countered.

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"So now we're stating the obvious?" He tilted his head.

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Thomas smiled and shrugged, "I guess so. But I stopped you because...you smell different. Your scent changed."

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He shifted around uncomfortably. "I don't know why."

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He narrowed his eyes, "You're lying," Thomas stated.

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He shifted around even more. He always had a nervous twitch. "No I'm not." He murmured. Why was he still trying? If he was that obvious...

He sighed quietly. "Look. I didn't want to drag you into this because I knew you wouldn't be happy about it, but Scott tells me that it would be better for you to know than to have you be in the dark, so here we go: I'm pregnant. The reason I went to the bar in the first place was to find a suitable sperm donor. I didn't trust the sperm bank, because I wouldn't be able to see the guy, and I wouldn't be able to meet him and figure out his personality. Yes, you were being used. No, I don't know if I love you or not - I haven't spent enough time with you to know that, and... I kind of don't want to. This was strictly business. One night stand. That's why I left - no strings attached."

He inhaled a deep breath, fingernails curling into the wood of the cafe table. "So now that you know that I'm a good for nothing w**** who wants a child because he's so freaking lonely not even his own father wants to spend time with him, I think I should be going. I don't want to spend more time here than necessary."

He stood and headed to the door quickly, trying to make record time. If he was fast he could get away, avoid continuing the conversation and listening to Thomas' angry rant.

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