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

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Thomas looked shocked at first. He sat there for a moment, trying to process it all, "Wait a minute- you're pregnant? With my child?" The werewolf jumped up and reached for his arm, "And you weren't going to tell me?!"

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He pulled away from him, much like a flinch, a cower of fear, and straightened with a confused frown on his lips and a dip between his eyebrows, the two strips of manicured hair pulled down in an adorably bewildered expression. "Well yeah. That's how this works. It wouldn't be called 'one night stand' if there was a relationship afterwards." He fixed the lapels of his jacket. "And no, I'm not getting an abortion. This is what I wanted- so if you don't want to be a father, then... go do whatever it was you did before." He waved a dismissing hand.

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"That's not why I'm angry- I..I never really expected to see you again, but I would have liked to know that you were.." Thomas's eyes flicked down to his stomach, "Pregnant. Isn't that something I should be told?"

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"Is it?" He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. His voice held some sort of tone... not exactly venomous, but not really curious, either. The frown on his face stated as much that he wasn't very happy right now. "If I wasn't pregnant, I have a feeling you wouldn't be around. It's obligation."

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Thomas sighed and rubbed his temples with rough fingertips, "I admit, it caught me off-guard because it's not something that usually happens after a one-night stand. But I want to know, because I'm not just going to walk away like nothing happened. I would think this constitutes as something."

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He sighed and rested his temple on his crossed arms on the table. "So what happens now." His voice was laced with tired.

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Thomas pursed his lips, "I don't want to just walk away, Cole." He was never against having children, because Thomas was proud to have a pretty good parental instinct. He'd just never planned on having them soon since he was single.

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"Well I don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me when you don't even like me." He snapped, his words sounding more hurt than he was trying to let on.

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Thomas looked mildly surprised, "While I appreciate that you don't want to pressure me, I..I never said that I didn't like you. I mean," he paused, frowned, tried to collect his thoughts, "I considered it, of course, but I never actually expected to run into you again."

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He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before banging his head onto the table. "This is all just too confusing..." He mumbled into the wood.

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"That's not going to help," Thomas pointed out, touching Cole's shoulder gently.

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He inhaled deeply before lifting his head, running a hand through his hair and fixing his bangs, pulling them back from his face. "Yeah, yeah I know." He sighed, expression finally giving way from the once careless and seemingly b!tchy boy to the one underneath - the one who was stressed, distressed, panicking, scared, unsure of whether or not he could actually do this. To talk about something was quite different than actually doing it.

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He let his fingers rest on Cole's shoulder, "I can help, you know. Take care of you and the baby. I have the means to."

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He sighed. "I don't want you to feel you need to, though."

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"I like children," Thomas's brow furrowed, "I've always wanted them, but I never expected to have them, what with the whole sleeping with guys thing."

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He raised an eyebrow while watching him without amusement. For some reason, knowing he slept with other guys made him feel... weird. Sick, almost. But he knew that was crazy talk, so he kept it to himself.

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Thomas took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck, "But you're telling me that I got you pregnant and while the situation isn't ideal, it feels sort of like a dream come true."

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He frowned at him, unsure of what to say. 'Good for you'? 'I'm glad I could fulfill one of your bucket list items'? 'I'll deliver the package when it arrives'? Turning his gaze down to the table, he pulled at a paper napkin, the ripping filling the silence between them. It was idle distraction to make him feel a bit better after feeling so uncomfortable. Seriously, what was he supposed to say to that? He barely knew the guy and already weird things were happening to him. His chest was constricting while listening to him, and he was resisting the urge to just tackle him in a bear hug and never let go.

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"Sorry, I know I'm making things weird and this is what you wanted to avoid, but...Did you honestly think you could do something like this and never run into a problem?"

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His frown deepened and he sighed, turning his face away and choosing to look out the door instead. He was sure every other patron of this cafe weren't being questioned about the thought process behind male pregnancy. "Yeah." He mumbled. "I didn't think the guy I'd choose would be this stubborn."