Just A Number..

"Your....Zac there.......Y our having more than one...." He t railed off as he counted all the little babies.

"Wh-what?" Wasn't one enough? He was fourt-fucking-teen! "How many?" He asked, panic clear in his face. "Twins?" He could deal with twins...."

Mike recounted ten times but every time he got the same number.
"E-Eight...." he stammered as Quincy fell on his ass.

Zac blinked.
"Huh? No... say it again? I heard wrong.." Zac shook his head firmly, refusing to accept this...

"Eight Zac...There are EIGHT babies in your belly." Mike shook his head with wide eyes.

Zac's jaw dropped.
"I... no.... Eight?!"

Mike nodded in amazement.
"Eight..." He poked Zac's stomach in eight places, showing where the kids were.

Eight babies....
Eight times the pain. Eight times the food. Eight times the diapers. Eight times the crying. Eight mouths to feed. Eight children he'd raise alone if Quincy left...
He fainted.

Mike sighed and looked at them both, out of it. He put Zac to bed and put Quincy behind him.

When Zac awoke he was terrified...
One child already had him worrying. EIGHT?! What the hell? How the hell would he have eight?

Quincy was holding him close, he was not smiling like he should be. He was worried....
Zac was so small...
So young...
Eight...

Eight was over half of his age....
"Quincy..." Zac whispered. "Are you up?"

Quincy nodded, kissing the back of Zac's neck sweetly.
"Im here precious...."

"How... how are you feeling about this?" Was Quincy happy? Or did he not want eight? Would this scare him off?

"I am....worried and im scared. I dont want you having eight. Your fucking tiny and your so young...And....God Zac baby.....I can handle eight kids but you, I need you Zac...."

"I'm..." Zac paused, closing his eyes. "Quincy I'm absolutely and completely terrified..." He whispered, single tear rolling down his cheek.

Quincy sat up and pulled Zac with him, hugging him tightly, cradling him to his chest like he always did.
"I-I know you are. And....Im going to take care of you Zac. Precious I swear I wont ever leave you...I will never be unfaithful..........I will love you forever and ill be a good daddy for out babies...."

That one word drowned Quincy's comforting words out completely.
WHORE.
It was constantly on replay in his mind...
"I love you." He sighed simply, attempting to curl himself in a tiny ball but his stomach was now about the same size itself as the balls he had used to curl up into.

"Fuck..........I-Im so sorry Zac...."
He was a monster....
He should never have made love to him.
This was his fucking Fault.
"S-So Sorry...."

"Don't be. Please please PLEASE don't be." Zac shook his head. Quincy was sorry for making love to him, for knocking him up...

Quincy took Zac's face in his head.
"I AM SORRY! Baby I love you so much! Your fucking fourteen! What kinda lover am I to take your virginity away, get you pregnant at this young....Fucking EIGHT kids! Zac baby no....Your my Zac, my precious! What will I do if something happens to you? Im......"
A monster.

"Don't you DARE finish that statement." Zac shook his head. "Quincy if you regret making love to me then.... it was pointless." Zac sighed.

"Im a MONSTER!........I dont fucking regret it but I am sorry. You...I proved how fucking bad I AM! Look at you....Fourteen...."

"No!" Zac screamed. "You are fucking not! I'm a whore! I fucking pressured you and I'm the kid! What the fuck is wrong with me!?"
All this time... since they'd made love, the damn voice in his head.... all he could here was WHORE.
WHORE.
SLUT.
HO.
SKANK.
WHORE WHORE WHORE.
"SHUT UP!" Zac screamed, tugging at handfuls of hair. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
Yes, he was screaming at himself....

Quincy cradled Zac to his chest.
"NO!!" Your not a whore Zachary! You look at me." He forced Zac to look him in the eyes.
"You made a mistake. Atleast you did that with who you love and who loves you more than anything.