Undesired

Chris beamed at his son, kissing his forehead.
"Thank you baby. THank you." He murmured softly.

Dewayne smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
"Okay then, we are good now go eat."

"Alright, you comin with?" He smiled softly as he turned to go back tot he kitchen.

'Nah, imma lay down for a bit. Im not feeling too hot right now." Dewayne shrugged going to his room.

"Hope you feel better baby!" He called and went back to sit with Dustin.

Dustin was flipping through an old photo album.
"Hey baby, wana see some old pictures of Dewayne?"

"Hmm sure." Chris girnned softly. He'd love seeing his baby before he got so old.

Dustin smiled and pointred to a picture. It was a small scrawny boy, his hair black and spiky, his skin dark, sitting close to the camera with Dustin, both grinning and wearing baseball hats.

"Aww my two babies." He smiled softly. "You two were adorable then too."

Next one was of Dustin and Dewayne again, Dustin laying in a lazy chair, asleep with Dewayne asleep snuggling on his chest.

"AWWW." Chris cooed at the picture. "Damn, you two are so cute. I love you both."

He fliped the page. It was Mike, eighteen years old, his belly swollen, sitting on the floor with Dustin behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist, his chin on Mike's shoulder.
Both giving goody grins.

Chris sighed softly at this one but wouldn't let his smile fade even if it so badly wanted to....

The next one was of only Dewayne, holding up a picture that simply read.
"Momma's man."
It was a mothers day present, it was framed and Mike had his own copy put up, Dustin had this one.

Chris smiled softly as he rested his head on Dustin's shoulder, burying his head in his lover's neck.

He flipped the page and groaned, it was him, naked a hell. His hair short as he wore a baseball cap.

Chris bust out laughing, beaming.
"Yes that's definitely my favorite." He grinned.

"Not funny one bit."
The next one was.
He was still naked but this name his eyes were wide and horrified, with him holding his hands over his groin.
Mike in the back groud laughing.

Chris chuckled.
"Aw I NEED that pic as my cell phone background." He beamed.

Dustin pouted.
"No, Lane was fucking with me, Me and Mike were doing....Stuff anf he came in and wanted a picture damn him. He turned the page.
Mike in the hostpital, tearse cascading down his cheeks as he held a dead, new born, baby boy.

Chris frowned. This picture upset him because it reminded him of how Dewayne was not his but he also felt bad for the young couple...
"Y'know, think I'm done with the album for today." He looked away, staring down at his own stomach.
Dustin had said Chris was healthy so having the baby would be fine. This just... upset him and worried him even more. He couldn't have a steel born...t hey were already dead. But still... what if there were complications? What issomething was wrong with it?
What if, what if what if???

Dustin hummed.
"Okay, imma look through it some more, I love these pictures and soon imma start your own album for you. I already have alot of pictures."
Dustin worried too but he had to hope for the best. Maybe he would get a break this time.

Chris smiled softly, pecking Dustin's cheek.
"Alright baby. Love ya. I'm gonna go lay down for a bit." He stood and walked off the their bedroom.

Dustin smiled before sighing at his pictures, he hated the next one. It was simply him crying while holding his dead baby boy. He shut the book with a sighed, sitting his head in his hands.

Chris simply laid in bed, staring at the wall. His face was blank but if you knew him, you knew that wasn't a good sign. For Chris, no expression was the pretty much his about to bawl face...