Posted: 08.21.2015
Edited: 11.15.2015
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"So what does it say?" Ashton asks in anticipation.
"Oh, wow" Reagan mumbles "I'm pregnant"
"Yay! It's finally happening! I'm going to have a child" He gushses "You" He points to me "You get to take care of her, and maybe in that time you'll learn to appreciate shit" He demands "I'll see you two later" He waves and skip out of Reagan's house.
"What was that all about?" Reagan asks, sitting down next to me, and pulling a blanket over us.
"He packed up all the stuff from my office because he wanted to turn it into a nursery because it 'got better sunlight' and I got pissed off about it and said that if it needs sunlight he can take it outside" I huff.
"Austin, you know you can't say things like that to him, he's very fragile inside" She snorts, Reagan never really liked Ashton, but never told me why, and I never chose to questions it.
"I'm waiting till after it comes, he'll be off the walls" I sigh.
"I can find a way to get you away from him for a few months" She smirks "All I have to do, is be very dramatic, something I'm quite good at" She flips her hair "And tell Ashton it's only necessary you stay here"
"That, is why you're my best friend" I pull her into my side.
"You mean it's not because I'm incredibly attractive" She fake scoffs.
"That too" I chuckle.
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"Are you sure you don't want me to stay? I mean, it wouldn't be a bother"
"Stronzo, I'll be alright, go home your Principessa is waiting for you" She rolls her eyes. [A/N All translations are in the note at the end :)]
"What did I say about calling me that?"
"You told me not to because you don't know what it means" She giggles "But the point is you don't know what I'm calling you so it makes it all the more funny"
"Whatever, I'll call you later" I hug her tightly, inhaling her vanilla scent that I've grown very fond of over they years.
"Bye" She waves as I get into my car, driving home.
"Oh good you're here" Ashton says as soon as I walk into the house.
"Who's that?" I point to the blonde girl sitting at the kitchen table.
"She's a lawyer, she's here because we need to sign a contract along with your friend Reagan saying that she won't change her mind after the baby is born" He says as if it's nothing, but I on the other hand become furious.
"And you didn't think to take this up with me before you go off and hire a fucking lawyer!" I scream.
"Austin honey, it's only a precaution" He says calmly, his face flushing in embarrassment.
"Fuck precautions! What it really is is that you don't trust Reagan!"
"If I didn't trust her why would I ask her to be the surrogate!" He yells in reply to my accusation.
"Because I know you hate her and you know that, so to make me think you like her you wanted her to be the surrogate!" I yell, and he stays quiet, the only thing heard is our breathing and his audible gulp "Fuck! I knew it! I'm leaving" I growl, walking out of the house, slamming the door behind me. I get into my car, and drive to Reagan's house.
"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks when she opens the door.
"He hired a lawyer so that you don't end up keeping the baby" I mutter, walking past her and into her kitchen grabbing a bottle of vodka from the freezer.
"What? Why?"
"He doesn't trust you, nor does he like you" I chuckle unamused, taking a swig from the bottle.
"Quel piccolo stronzo" She mutters in Italian, a habit she's never broken. She's done it since we were little.
"I don't know what you're saying" I sing-song, laughing a little as the alcohol runs through me.
"Don't worry about it" She rolls her eyes.
"Okay Princess" I laugh, hopping onto her couch, chugging down more vodka.
"Ragazzino, you gotta slow down" She coos, taking the bottle from me.
"Why does it hurt?" I ask with a sniff.
"Why does what hurt?" She runs her fingers through my hair.
"Right here" I point to my heart.
"I don't know, I ask myself that question everyday" She sighs, pulling a planket over me and kissing my forehead "Buona ight il mil amore"
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Translations:
1. Stronzo- Asshole
2. Principessa- Princess
3. Quel piccolo stronzo- That little fucker
4. Ragazzino- Baby Boy
5. Buona ight il amore- Goodnight my love
The italian in all the chapters will be translated at the end notes, I promise :)
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FanfictionA story in which a man, falls for his surrogate mother, whom is carrying a child for him and his gay lover. DISCLAIMER: This story is very old and needs hella editing. i.e There are sentences in Italian that aren't translated until the authors note...
