He Will Be Loved

Chris watchd worriedly, biting his lip.
"No one's answered yet, why are they fighting?"

"Well...Very long story...." He shook his head, watching as they exchanged punches.

"Can you try and explain please?" Rick raised an eyebrow at them.

"Well, they were talking about Zac, and what Quincy did, and Rick, and then it turned into something about Chris and Dustin lost it."

Chris blinked at him. Did Quincy have a problem with him? They'd never talked much but he didn't feel like they hated each other...
"Wait, what was he saying about Chris?" Rick folded his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Quinton looked over at him.
"Stay out of this please, this is between Quincy and Dustin." He nodded.

"Quinton I will, I just want to know." Rick said with a clenched jaw.

Quinton blinked at him.
"Stop that...." He rubbed his belly.

"At least tell Chris. He has a right to know what was said about him." He narrowed his eyes.

Quinton bit his lip looking away, he was pregnant, he couldnt argue but he said nothing.

"If someone has a fucking problem with me, he needs to take it up with me, not with my fucking lover." Chris was having one of his "man" moments. These old dominant bursts of his where he went back to his old self instead of the girl he was now.

Quinton once again lowered his head and ignored them completely, watching his brothers.

Matt rested his head on Quinton's shoulder.
"Baby I love you, but I gotta agree with em. He has a right to know... can ya tell him please?"

"Im not saying anything. Not my place..." He muttered, gently shrugging Matt off.

"Then I'm breaking them the fuck up so they can tell me." Rick grabbed Alex and together they got in the middle of the two brothers.
"Knock it off!" Alex snapped.

Dustin and Quincy shoved them both and went back at it.
Quinton growled, standing at full height.
"Did I not ask you all nicely to not mess with them? Next one to try...You'll see what a pregnant soldier can do."

"No. No they will not. Because this pregnant soldier will not endanger his baby." Matt warned.
"What? You'd rather let them beat the hel out of each other?" Rick glared.
"Chris, try getting in between them? Dustin won't hit you." Zac suggested quietly. Normally, he would have done it himself but he didn't know Quincy wouldn't hit him now.

"Mathew....Ill make them leave them alone and Chris...Dustin wont hit you....Quincy will...That will make Dustin hurt him...There goes more family Dustin wont have because of you, don't."

"Wait, what?" Chris blinked at him. More family Dustin wouldn't have because of him? What did that mean? "What do you mean?"

Quinton ignored him, watching a few more minutes before sighing.
"Anyone hits the pregnant man imma shoot you in face!" He warned his brothers as he stepped infront of him.
Both froze, growling but neither would raise a hand to Quinton....
He was the baby.

What the fuck?
Rick was in protective mode. Of Zac and Chris at the moment. He was glaring at the three brothers.
"Rick, I'M the big brother..."
"And you're also a girl."
"Whatever, I just want to know what the fuck I ever did to Quincy."
"So do I and we WILL get some damn answers."

Dustin frowned at him, glaring at Quincy.
"Okay dumb and dumber, hug, make up, or imma go get momma and tell her you were rough housing." He crossed his arms.
They looked at him horrified.
"Im kidding." He patted there shoulders, trying to smooth it over.

Rick was still pissed and Chris simply looked confused and a bit hurt...
"Alright, hug or whatever so I know whats goin on."

Dustin and Quincy simply sat down and glared. Quinton smiled at them.
"So....what should we name the kid?"

"Baby..." Matt sighed.
Rick pulled Chris into his lap but he was quickly pushed off.
"I'm not five." He grumbled, taking his own seat on the couch.
"Talking time."