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Getting pregnant hadn't exactly been planned, but George isn't upset about it.

No, in fact he's ecstatic, already feeling overwhelming joy bubbling in his chest as he looks at the positive test, two pretty pink lines on smooth plastic. Who knew geometry could be so emotional.

On wobbly legs, he stands to wash his hands in the sink, laying the test gently to the side, before picking it up again.

A baby. Dream's baby.

His heart thumps at the thought of telling his boyfriend, imagines the blond tearing up and pulling him in for a million kisses, large hands caressing his sides. The picture in George's head is so clear, he can almost feel the touches.

Of course, it's not going to be easy. George considers everything as he walks out the bathroom, pregnancy test clutched in his hand. Being an online personality means his life is pretty scrutinised (oh god, the fans don't even know DNF is real), and when you add the occasional hatred people have for male carriers (fuck, George is going to be exposed, people will find out the secret he's hidden for years), it gets a little messier. Then there's the concerns for his unborn child's privacy (shit, shit, shit, what if someone stalks the little one, he might not be able to keep his baby safe), and the way that his job and income rely on maintaining relevance (he'll have to be taking time off once the kid comes, his stats are gonna be shit, he'll lose numbers, he'll lose financial stability, he'll lose everything).

The more he thinks, the more and more muddled his mind becomes. There's no way he could have a kid, no matter how much the idea makes him ache with need, no matter how much he wants to cradle a baby to his chest, no matter how much he wants to see Clay coo over their little person.

Shit, what if George is wrong, what if Dream doesn't want this at all?

It's a thought that nearly chokes him. Oh god.

Because Dream is nothing if not ambitious. He's spent years growing his brand, worked on it harder than anyone George knows, and settling down, focusing on family could cause it all to come crashing down, progress screeching to a halt, subs dropping, followers losing interest...

George can't do that to him.

But a baby!

It's like being torn in two, his mind completely split on that matter, one side fuelled with love, emotion, want and the other dictated by logic, reason, numbers.

His original joy is replaced with panic, and he shoves the test in a drawer, and pushes away all thoughts with it, wandering into the kitchen instead, greeted with his boyfriend and Sapnap cooking breakfast.

A week or so passes.

The morning sickness that had prompted George to take the test in the first place doesn't let up, instead getting worse, making him nauseous and tired throughout the whole day instead.

Clay, of course, is fussing over him, telling him to rest, making sure he's drinking water, pressing a worried palm to his forehead in case of a temperature.

The actions are comforting, especially after Dream cancels a stream he had planned just to keep George company, cuddled around him as they watch some trash reality show.

It's a reassurance, of course he wouldn't choose career over family, George had been an idiot to think so. Yet he can't bring himself to say anything, gnawing worries holding him back.

"George." Dream's voice is sorrowful as he rubs his back, George bent over the toilet retching. "George, honey, this can't be healthy. I think you need to see a doctor."

George goes to reply, but a gag cuts him off, Clay gently stroking his knuckles as he throws up again.

It's three am. George had woken Dream by accident in his rush to the bathroom. The first time his boyfriend's properly seeing how bad his nausea is.

"All done?" He whispers after George lifts his head again.

"Mhm. You can- you can go back to sleep, I just wanna brush my teeth and I'll be back."

But Dream just shakes his head. "George, you didn't tell me it was this bad."

"It's not."

"I'm worried. I'll take you to a clinic or something. I-"

"Clay." George rolls his eyes. "I promise you. I'm alright. Just... need some time."

"George." Dream whines, dragging out the syllables. "It's been like eight days, you need to see a doctor."

George's eyes soften as he takes in Dream's concern, the younger man's brows tightly knit.

His fears are melting away.

"Could you go get me some water?" George asks. And of course, Dream nods, running off to grab a cold bottle.

George waits in their room, twisting the pregnancy test in his hands after he grabbed it from the drawer.

Things will be okay. They're going to be alright.

Dream comes in, clutching a water bottle tightly, face still creased in worry. He shuts the door behind him, and looks George up and down.

"I think you should be resting."

"In a minute." George mumbles. "I, uh. I'm ready, I think."

As if he couldn't get any more fraught, Clay's eyes widen and his lip wobbles. "What? George? What? Ready for - Babe, are you okay, are you dying?"

"No! I'm okay." George caresses Dream's arm, then raises his hand, pregnancy test on show. Of course, in the dark, it doesn't really look like anything. "I've just been keeping a secret. Worrying what you'll think."

Dream whimpers, and George figures he's assuming the worst, so he hurries himself along.

"Clay."

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."

The water bottle falls to the ground with a thump. George bites his lip nervously.

For a while, all Dream does is stand deathly still. Briefly, George has to wrack his brain to see if he'd even told Dream he was a carrier, but he's pretty certain he did.

The silence is getting too panicking, so George bites back his wants, and starts blabbing.

"It's - Nevermind, we don't have to keep-"

Dream pulls George close, arms wrapping around him tightly as he presses a kiss to his lips, firm and fierce.

George cups Clay's cheek automatically, thumb brushing against skin, and he finds it slightly damp.

"Are you crying?" He whispers.

Dream only sniffles in response, resting their foreheads together.

Just as George had imagined, Dream's fingers drift to his middle, touch light, barely there.

"Is this good?" George breathes the question into his neck, shivering in anticipation.

"Good?" Dream's voice is incredulous and shaky. "George. This is - George!"

He chokes up again.

George waits with baited breath.

"It's so much more than good. I - I don't even know what to say, holy shit, I'm gonna be a dad! I'm gonna... George, Georgie, I love you. I love you, I love you, George." It's practically word vomit by the end, but George understands.

He understands the excitement in his boyfriend's voice, and that's all he could ask for.

"You're gonna be a dad." George confirms, words quiet. Clay trembles against him, hands glued to his flat stomach. "Gonna be a daddy. Daddy Dream."

The blond laughs, but he's still weeping, and he just nods, planting kisses on George's head.

"Good morning beautiful."

A few days later, George is being kissed awake, familiar lips pressed against his jaw.

George tilts his head, giving Dream better access to his face, but groans slightly.

"'S too early." He mumbles. "Let's go back to sleep."

"No." Another kiss. "The appointment's at half ten."

George squints his eyes open, vision blessed with a blond angel in front of him, and he smiles as he raises his head to meet his lips. "Will you make me breakfast?"

"Of course." Dream's hand trails down, and he slips it under George's pyjama top. With a finger, he draws a little heart around George's belly button. "You or baby want anything in particular?"

"Just toast. Toast is good." George sits up, and rests his cheek to Dream's shoulder. "Baby does not yet have opinions on food."

"Okay, okay. Just preparing for when they do. You know I'm gonna bend over backwards to get you your cravings."

George snorts, and pokes Clay's chest. "Simp."

"True." The blond nods, kisses George again, then stands. "Two slices of toast, coming up."

The Brit watches him leave their room, before getting out of bed with a sleepy huff.

George has never really been a fan of hospitals, but he's willing to ignore the aversion for the sake of his baby's wellbeing.

It's the first appointment with an obstetrician, a small check up to confirm whether he is actually pregnant, make sure things are all healthy. No scans or anything, just blood tests and dietary recommendations.

Despite this, Dream's still jittery, squeezing George's hand and bouncing his leg up and down.

"It's fine Clay." George mumbles. "I'm sure everything's alright."

"But what if you're not? What if - if it's all a false positive? And there's no baby, never was a baby?"

George raises a brow. "Then we realise we both want a kid, so we start trying."

And it's like the idea hadn't even occurred to Dream, his face lighting up.

"You'd want to?"

"Yes. Idiot." He rolls his eyes, but rubs his thumb against Dream's knuckles gently. Then notices a girl looking at them in the corner of his eye.

He knows that stare.

The holy shit, a youtuber stare.

Slowly, he prises his hand from Dream's grip, and indicates her with his foot.

Thankfully, Dream had face revealed a few months ago, so it's not too big of a deal. But still, they need to be relatively careful while in public, quiet in their affection for each other until they come out on their own terms.

Of course, an inherent problem is her seeing them here, sitting and waiting in the maternity department to be called.

On the plus side, it doesn't look like she's taken any pictures, nor does it seem like she'll initiate a conversation, so maybe they've lucked out.

Before he can dwell on it too hard, his name is called, and the couple walk away, George hoping that nothing more will come from this.

In the delightful buzz that comes with definitive, medical confirmation of his pregnancy, George had pretty much forgotten about it.

Until they come back home, and Sapnap's face is pinched as he looks at them.

"Uh?" Dream raises a brow. "You good?"

Sapnap brushes past him, and barrels into George, holding him tightly.

"What the fuck?"

"You didn't tell me you were ill! What's wrong with you, why are you going to hospital, a fan saw you, are you okay?"

George blinks, then recalls the girl. Ah. Perhaps she had snapped a picture after all.

"I'm good Nick. Not ill. I'm all alright." George pats his back gently, glancing at Dream with questioning eyes.

Dream pulls out his phone, clearly going to check Twitter.

"You can't be alright! Hospital is not for alright, healthy people!" Sapnap says it with all the melodrama in the world.

George just tuts, waiting for Dream to tell him the exact state of the situation.

"'George' with a question mark is trending." Clay reports. "Uh okay, here."

He hands George the phone, a little awkwardly considering Sapnap is still clinging to him, and he reads the tweet.

@twitter_username
so i was with my mom at hospital and i saw george and dream :( georges name got called, i rlly hope he's okay :((

Attached to the tweet is an image of George holding Dream's hand, the blond looking pensive.

It must've been taken only moments before George spotted her. It also seems that she'd failed to notice the exact ward they were in, and the picture was framed in a way that obscured any signage. So they were good, no one knows about the baby.

"I think we should just ignore it." George tells Dream, Sapnap beginning to pry away. "I'm not ready to say anything."

At that, Sapnap glares.

"You literally just said you were fine, what aren't you ready to-?"

"Nick." Dream cuts him off. "It's nothing bad."

"Quite good, actually." George adds, and then slinks over to his boyfriend, leaning against him. "We were in the maternity wing."

Sapnap gawps as the words register.

George smiles a little. "The doctor reckons I'm eight weeks."

"Holy SHIT!" Sapnap grabs one of Dream's arms, and one of George's. "You're gonna be parents?!"

Dream beams. "We weren't gonna tell anyone for a while. But... Yeah! Yeah, Nick, I'm gonna be a dad!"

George laughs at the excited rambling Sapnap starts, declaring himself as 'best uncle' and 'the kid's favourite', before answering all questions he spews.

Ideally, George would have wanted to wait just a bit longer before telling anyone, which means he swears Sapnap to secrecy.

Which of course means Sapnap is as unsubtle as ever.

Quackity
hey george
saw on twitter ur in hospital?
that or u have a lookalike
are u okay?

Karl
YEAH IVE BEEN WORRIED D:

Sapnap
>:)
hes fine

Karl
... why is there an evil face
did u kill george

Dream
sapnap.

George
i'm okay dw!
just an appointment :]

Sapnap
haha yes
nothing 'major'

Quackity
ur being weird
karl help i think sap and dream commit murder

Karl
dream wouldnt kill george
half his views are because of dnf he wouldnt sacrifice that

Dream
Exactly
wait what

George
dream wouldn't kill me but sapnap would?
true

Sapnap
i wouldnt kill you rn!!
thats bad for
fuck i meant to backspace
Uh
bad for. you

Quackity
your honor they r being weird again

Dream
sapnap we literally JUST talked about this

George
it would indeed be bad for me if i died
and no other reason

Karl
dreamteam are keeping secrets :(
we express concern for our friend and this is how we're repaid

Dream
George is fine!!
Good
perfect
incredible

Sapnap
ew dream im gonna vomit
haha george in the morning be like
wait
fuck

George
NICK

Dream
dude
there is no way that wasnt on purpose

Karl
??
ur sick??

Quackity
"george is fine" and "being sick in the morning" are opposites

Sapnap
and by that
i meant
uh
getting too wasted
u know george
partying 24/7

George
what the fuck
the fact that you have somehow managed to not leak dnf being real ASTOUNDS me

Quackity
dnf is what now

Dream
we literally told u
like. a year and a half ago

Karl
wait
u guys were serious

George
i swear i have called dream my boyfriend in front of u

Quackity
AS A JOKE THOUGH

Dream
what do you MEAN
i call george petnames all the time

George
think i literally said last night 'okay me and dream are gonna go to bed now'

Karl
it wasnt a bit??

Sapnap
... what about the time i said i couldnt sleep cos they were being too loud
OR LIKE
any time ive complained about the lovey dovey eyes

Quackity
in our defence
we
yeah I've got nothing

Karl
law students be like

Quackity
shut up??

Karl
uh
wait
that time i called dream
and u sounded all... groggy

Dream
lol

Karl
and i said as a joke
'you and george just finish?'

George
ew

Karl
and you said yes
DREAM

Dream
you asked? I just answered
WE TOLD U

Quackity
this is the worst day of my life
i just wanted to see if george was ok
and now
uncensored dnf in my discord 

Sapnap
imagine how i feel

George
shut up sapnap
i am going to kiss dream even more. just to piss u off

Sapnap
Ill just expose ur secret??
hey guys
guess what

Dream
thats not even funny
wait a few weeks

Karl
i am on the edge of my seat

George
well. stay there.

Quackity
why would u give sapnap info before me
i thought we were besties..

George
because he was working himself into tears and he was hugging me too tight
it was the only way

Karl
im about to work myself into tears and fly to florida to hug you too tight

Quackity
me too

Dream
i will kick u out of my house

Sapnap
haha fuck u guys
they love me more

George
i hate you
die

It happens again...

Sapnap
ngl once im an uncle the kid is gonna love me so much

Karl
its like
3am
why are u thinking about being an uncle

Quackity
isnt ur sister like. 9 or smth

Sapnap
...
in the future

Dream
fuckin forgot to turn do not disturb on
why r u messagin
SAPNAP

Sapnap
it was hypothetical

Dream
uh huh
im goin back to sleep

Quackity
wait
does this have to do with
The Secret

Karl
:O!!!

Sapnap
n
no

Quackity
i should start writing down all the clues
karl lets compare notes

Sapnap
no no no
i
i am not an uncle

Karl
oooo lets go q
we will deduct

And again...

Sapnap
i nearly just sent a message about ur "secret"
wait
wait
thats not meant to be in this chat

Quackity
why would anyone tell u a secret this is literally the worst job of secret keeping ive ever seen

Karl
lmao
q lets add it the dnf mystery list

Sapnap
u have a LIST?

George
i dont even know what to say
sap i just dont know

Sapnap
why r u even on discord ur at hospital
FUCK

George
oh my god

Karl
again???

Quackity
wait what

George
dont worry its the same thing as before
sapnap im BEGGING you to stop

Sapnap
im trying!!!
its just yknow
Big and Exciting

George
stop talking

Quackity
karl karl karl add that to the notes

Karl
I am i am

Of course, the slip ups compound, and Karl and Quackity aren't stupid.

Quackity
Greetings fellow Bois

Karl
We require an audience

Sapnap
why are u talking like that

Dream
me n george r busy

Karl
ew

Dream
not like that
we r just snuggling

Quackity
dont u ever say that gross shit again

Dream
im cuddling and kissing george so much
we are snugglebuddies
giving him so many smooches

Karl
excuse me while i go throw up

Quackity
aka
george in the mornings
THATS RIGHT FUCKERS

Karl
WE DEDUCED THE SHIT OUTTA YOU

Dream
??
wait
no no

Sapnap
...
please tell me ur joking
they will actually kill me i think

Karl
no can do sappynappy
we r too smart for u

Quackity
hehehe
are u ready for our reveal

Dream
george said hes gonna fight u

Quackity
no he wont
because george!!!

Karl
is pregnant !!

Sapnap
im so dead

Karl
rip
so
so
we're right then??

Quackity
lmao rip nick
ur dead
where did dream go

Sapnap
i cant hear anything
... maybe they died

Karl
dont say that they cant die before i meet the baby :(

George
we cant die ever
and maybe the baby doesnt want to meet u
ur too nosy

Quackity
confirmation?? confirmation of preggy gogy??

Dream
we were actually gonna tell u by the end of this week tbh
georgies 12 weeks along now <3

George
we told our parents today n we were gonna tell u two and bad on friday
but u just couldnt be patient smh

Karl
CONGRATS!!
OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR U GUYS
It feels sudden but at the same time... not?

Dream
probs bc u didnt fucking know we were dating
but yeah <3 george is having our baby!!!

George
we r in bed rn but i can send a pic of the ultrasound in the morning :)

Quackity
lets gooo!
ur gonna be parents holy shit :O

Sapnap
ngl whenever i see dream being an idiot now im just kinda like
how the fuck is this man gonna be a dad soon

George
he's gonna be a great dad
our baby is very lucky
and i will make sure they never tell sapnap confidential information

Sapnap
okay maybe i deserve that

With the stress of worrying about their friends and family knowing before they're ready alleviated, and the second trimester beginning, George is finding it much easier to enjoy being pregnant.

Not that he disliked it before, it's always been lovely to know that his baby's there, but between the nausea and fatigue, it was hard to appreciate.

Now, the tiredness and being ill has faded, replaced by his skin looking clearer, his hair being healthy as hell, a new bout of energy that gives him a pep in his step and a small, subtle bump that's growing nicely.

It's not big, a little smaller than some of the images he's seen from others, but not worryingly so.

It's nice. Easily hidden by his penchant for oversized clothes, so he doesn't have to be afraid of streaming with facecam (for now).

Everyone's noticed a change though. Nothing physical, just more people mentioning he looks happy, seems brighter than ever. It dispels all the disease rumours that had been going around since the hospital picture.

He's been asked a few times via donos and the like, but it's never talked about properly, dismissed and pushed away.

He and Dream are being a bit more obvious about their flirting too. Doubling down on 'jokes' about kissing, playfully hinting at date nights, just so the eventual reveal doesn't come from out of nowhere (not that it would, the closet's practically glass at this point).

And then George reaches sixteen weeks and starts sobbing.

Previously, his mood swings hadn't been major. Waves of irritation quickly replaced by laughter, or momentary fretting that disappears after a few minutes. Now though?

George is looking at his reflection and wailing, eyes puffy and red, face contorted making him feel even uglier.

His bump is straining his smaller tops, his waistbands are starting to dig in. And his chest is all... full. His masculinity is falling apart at the seams, seams which his belly is going to fucking break soon. And he's mad at the baby for changing his body, then he's mad at himself for feeling like that, which turns into miserable tears, then he feels pathetic, and angry, and it's an endless cycle.

"George. Honey." Clay presses kisses to his shoulder, and gently wipes his cheeks. "It's alright. Shh. It's okay."

"Shut up. Don't pity me." George's harsh words are made less effective by the wobble of his voice. "'M a grown man."

"I know gorgeous. I'm not pitying you. I just want to help." Dream caresses his waist. "You know you're the most beautiful man to walk the Earth?"

George shakes his head, burying his face in his boyfriend's neck as the tears keep falling.

"You are. You're pretty, and wonderful, and godlike, and every day I wake up and see your face I'm so blessed that I'm dating the handsomest guy in all the lands."

He laughs at that, sniffling.

"And I think you look absolutely stunning with the bump. You're creating life, that's literally insane. Do you have any idea how much I admire you? The fact that you're carrying our baby, I could never begin to imagine what that's like. I love your bump. I love your chest. I love all of the big and little changes, because I love you, and you're bringing a precious new person into the world, and I love that. Our baby is so lucky to have such a wonderful mom, giving his everything to make sure they're healthy. Can you feel them?"

George nods, breathing growing less shallow as he focuses on the little flutters and writhing in his womb. He rests his hand on his bump gently, running his thumb over the skin.

"So lucky. I'm so lucky George. You're perfect. No matter what. And I know you're having bad days, your hormones are all over the place. I'm gonna be here to comfort you. Every day, every second."

Dream rubs light circles on George's back, kissing his head and whispering more worship.

George grips him tightly.

He invests in some maternity clothing after that, elasticated trousers and floaty shirts and tees. They're pleasantly comfortable, and manage to shape him in a way that feels flattering; his bump, slowly getting bigger by the day, feels more like something to be shown off than ashamed of.

The feeling's certainly helped by Dream, who often bestows ravishing touches to his belly whenever he's near, hands gentle and protective, often accompanied by lips that plant kisses and mumble nonsense to unborn ears, receiving wiggles and activity in response.

He can't feel kicks yet, but George can. George is more tuned to the slightest movement than he'd imagined he would be, but he knows, can feel his baby shift and stir inside of him. Can distinguish between a slight tumble when they're sleeping, and an alert writhing whenever they listen to daddy talk to them, twisting and pushing gently as Clay coos.

It's getting obvious. Still concealed from fans, his face cam always positioned to keep just his head and shoulders in frame, which looks weird sometimes, but it's worth it.

Otherwise, they'd cotton on.

In dumb mirror selfies he sends to his friends 'ironically', they compliment his bump, even if George had thought it had been relatively hidden. When Clay takes candid pictures of him, and sends them to George's mother, George gets a text talking about how beautifully the baby's growing, how healthy and content he looks. Drista uncharacteristically offers him her seat at the most recent Dream Family Dinner, Sapnap squawks incredulously about how 'crazy' the bump looks at breakfast...

The attention is little much, and George tries not to think the way society has programmed him to when he feels 'fat', but it's also nice.

Nice, knowing his baby is going to be raised surrounded by people that adore them, nice knowing he's doing a good job of keeping the baby healthy so far.

He adores every reminder of the life that will soon be in his arms. Loves it when Karl casually sends him a link to some baby socks patterned with whatever cartoon he's into, when Quackity will mention offhandedly that he's working on his swearing for when he might be around after they're born, when Sapnap brings home a little cuddly toy, every single second that he's with Dream, every second George's own fingers brush against stretch marks as he massages taut skin.

He loves it. Loves his baby more than life itself.

@another_fake_user
so um. saw the dreamteam at the store.... u good gogy?

The photo he's been tagged in is unflattering. Something about the angle, the framing, maybe the light...

He looks bigger than he really is, and he's not super sure how that works. It also doesn't look like a baby bump. Just regular weight gain.

Which in itself isn't a problem, but according to Twitter, this is the actual worst thing that could ever happen.

The community is infighting again, some (rightfully) accusing others of fatphobia, some mocking, some downright cruel, and others completely apathetic.

It's hurtful, and feels like a violation of privacy. He knows he should probably expect this, especially after the hospital thing, but somehow these sneaky photos throw him off every time.

He doesn't want to tell people yet. His baby is his, and George just wants some more time before having to worry about the internet knowing, watching, judging.

So he wants to ignore it, but Dream keeps getting @'d, and-

Well, he's only gotten more overprotective since finding out about the baby. Combine that with the regular amount of anger Dream feels when George is getting shit on, and the results are... expected.

@dreamwastaken
SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT GEORGE

@dreamwastaken
GEORGE IS PERFECT AND GORGEOUS AND BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ALL NEED TO MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS

@dreamwastaken
ANYONE SAYING NEGATIVE SHIT. FUCK YOU. GET OUTTA MY FANBASE.

@dreamwastaken
IF I SEE ONE MORE TWEET ABOUT IT I AM GOING TO FUCKING COMBUST WITH RAGE

@mean_twitter_account
replying to @dreamwastaken
damn sorry for being concerned about his health? tell ur boyfriend to eat less lol

@dreamwastaken
replying to @mean_twitter_account
my boyfriend shouldnt have to hear what ur dumb fucking ass thinks. fuck off

The moment he'd tweeted that last one, Clay had come running to George with profuse apologies, deleting it quickly, but stans' screenshot skills are quicker.

It's not an ideal method of coming out, but none of this current situation is ideal.

And who could complain about having a knight in shining armour desperately trying to bite back at people insulting you?

So George just cups his cheek, and kisses Clay's worrying away, hopping onto Twitter himself, which is now in even more of a shambles.

@GeorgeNotFound
my boyfriend @dreamwastaken is an IDIOT

@GeorgeNotFound
he is right tho. mind your own business please :]

And perhaps, to stir the pot a little, make things even more of a confused mess, he tweets out his other secret.

@GeorgeNotFound
lots of stress on the timeline tonight. my dr said thats not very good for pregnant ppl so maybe u should all stop

@dreamwastaken
replying to @GeorgeNotFound
ur going to kill our fanbase

@GeorgeNotFound
replying to @dreamwastaken
im pregnant. i do what i want

@dreamwastaken
replying to @GeorgeNotFound
I am so in love with you

The news is explosive, the expected negativity people have for male carriers is there, but it's hidden amongst thousands and thousands of well wishing and celebratory DNF truthers.

Public congratulations are given by their various internet friends, despite most already knowing, and it's cosy, warm.

Sapnap won't shut up about it.

"I'm just saying." He starts again at breakfast, sipping his coffee judgmentally. "It could've been a massively big reveal. An event or something. Tons of views."

George tuts, and takes a bite of his fried egg, leaning into Dream as the blond sits down.

"I know. But maybe being casual was the best way to go about it." Dream squeezes George's arm gently, before giving an affectionate pat to the bump. "It's not like we need the views."

"And not everyone is up to date with our Twitters. So we can still make an announcement video, I guess." George glances at Sapnap and points at him with a fork. "But we're not using the baby for clicks. And you're not going to either."

"I wasn't saying that." Nick rolls his eyes. "Just, yknow. Confirm it. Some people don't believe you."

Clay snorts. "Idiots."

"To be fair, we do toy with them sometimes." George drums his fingers on the table as he thinks. "I think I have a video series idea."

"Oh?" Dream quirks a brow. "Do tell."

New upload from GeorgeNotFound: Minecraft, but we're PARENTS?!

The video begins with no facecam, just George and Dream's avatars standing in a meadow, crouching up and down.

"Hey Dream?" George asks, mirth evident in his voice.

"Hey George."

"Have you heard the news?"

Dream's avatar stills, and punches the air. "The news... Hm. Remind me again?"

"I, GeorgeNotFound, am having a baby."

"No way!" Dream's character jumps a few times. "I am too."

"It'd be kind of crazy if we were... having a baby together."

"So crazy." Dream's avatar nods. "That would be wild."

The Minecraft meadow cuts to a video of George turning on his camera. For a few seconds, all that's visible is his face, grinning like an idiot, before he attempts to compose himself and sits back. His hand rests gently on his stomach, which is more curved than viewers remember it being.

Dream then glides into frame on his chair, smile wide, and then his eyes soften the moment he looks at George.

"Hi."

"Funny seeing you here." George smirks, and then caresses his belly. "You seen my bump yet?"

"I have, actually. Seen it every day." Dream's words are warm. He reaches over and places his palm next to George's, giving the bump a few gentle taps. "The father's a lucky guy."

"Very lucky. Odds of him having this kind of luck... 1 in 7.5 trillion I reckon."

Dream laughs at that, and leans forward, kissing George on the cheek, then taking his hand.

George beams at him, then addresses the camera. "Ignoring this sappy twat, I figured a fun little video series we could do before the baby comes would be us covering a few parenting challenges in Minecraft, to entertain you guys and kind of prepare ourselves for when this one comes along. We've been working on a mod pack for the past couple weeks, and it's got some good stuff in it, I think. Just thought that maybe we should do a small exposition thing here in case you missed the pregnancy announcement on Twitter - and because Sapnap's convinced people aren't gonna believe us otherwise. So..." George turns to Dream. "Shoo. Back to your computer. We have a challenge to do."

Dream nods, waves at the camera, leaning closer to George's face as he gets up.

The video cuts back to Minecraft before their lips make contact, replaced by the same meadow as before, this time accompanied with a baby zombie reskinned to be lime green with goggles on, and coded to be passive. The challenge in this first part of the series is focused around feeding, a variety of foods and formula falling from the sky, with Dream and George having to figure out which ones are safe for a 0-6 month old child. On top of that, they can't let the baby zombie be hungry for more than two minutes, and must protect them from any mobs that come close.

George dies to skeletons a few times, and there's a close call with two similar looking items, but they manage to do well, the baby zombie surviving healthy and well-fed.

The video is well-received, and a lot of the coding was based in fact, George and Dream reading through various baby blogs and parenting advice to get their information down pat. Obviously, their child is not a baby zombie that might be attacked by spiders, but the base knowledge is there, and greatly appreciated.

They film a few more over the next few days, scheduled to be edited and released over the course of the pregnancy. It's a relief, knowing they have that there, so George can channel his focus onto what matters most.

The baby's growing well, George's twenty week bump proof of that. Halfway there.

And considering there are only a few months left before the baby arrives, George turns his attention on getting a nursery ready.

But shit, the world of baby products is so much more confusing than he thought it'd be.

"I can't get over the fact cribs can expire." Dream groans as he scrolls through an online catalogue. "Everything expires! It's furniture, how can it just... stop working?"

"It's so annoying." George strokes his bump as he feels the baby shift. Their movements are getting stronger by the day, it can't be much longer before Clay starts getting to feel too. "What's the difference between that buggy and the other one?"

Dream blinks a bit, before looking where George is pointing. "British people call strollers buggys?"

"And our baby will be calling them that too. Won't you honey?" George tilts his head down and coos at his stomach, getting a wriggle in return. "Good good. I knew I could trust you."

Clay's quiet, then sets his laptop down, curling around the bump and putting a gentle hand to it. "They moving around a lot?"

"Mhm." George snuggles into his boyfriend's chest. "Kicking will start soon, I think. They're already getting more pushy."

He guides Dream's hand to a position near the bottom of his bump, flattening his palm there.

The baby shuffles again.

"They're moving right here." George says softly. "Little, tiny wiggles."

Dream hums, kissing the bump. "I love them. And you."

"We love you too." Another shift, as though the baby is agreeing. "What type of playmat do you want sweetpea? Wiggle up for the fancy one and wiggle down for the one with the mobile attached."

A few seconds pass, and the baby remains where they were, clearly content.

"Which way did they go?" Clay doesn't tear his gaze from the bump.

George runs his hand through blond hair, admiring his lover.

"Stayed in the middle."

"Oh." Dream purses his lips in thought. "Both then?"

"My god." George laughs a little. "I think daddy might spoil you, baby."

"Of course I will. You and baby - You two mean everything to me. I'll give you the moon if you ask for it."

"This just in, Dream of Minecraft Youtube fame has stolen the moon."

"We'll be living our best Despicable Me lives." Clay wheezes. "If it's a boy we'll name him Gru."

"Suddenly, I hate the idea of listening to any of your baby name suggestions." George snorts, and kisses Dream lightly.

His eyes are watering after they go in for another ultrasound when he hits twenty two weeks, attention completely devoted to the screen in front of him, where his baby is moving around, accompanied by their thumping heartbeat.

His thumping heartbeat.

A baby boy.

George sobs again, overwhelmed, and Clay runs a hand over his back.

"I know." He kisses George's cheek. "He's lovely."

The Brit nods wordlessly, glued to the screen. His baby, his son, looking so much more humanlike than he was in the first scan, limbs and body discernible.

"He's looking very healthy." The doctor notes, sending a reassuring glance George's way. "You're all healthy too. Pregnancy's going wonderfully."

George nods again, squeezing Dream's hand, noticing his boyfriend's getting teary as well. "Will he start kicking soon?"

"Very soon, I would think." The doctor adjusts the ultrasound wand again. "If you come in again next month we can finalise the birthing plan, and I can refer you to a few different parenting groups. Sound good?"

Dream nods. "Absolutely. Thank you."

It's a week later when they're laying in bed, exchanging affection, when their son kicks for the first time.

George is pressing his lips to Clay's neck as the blond runs his hands along his sides, caressing wide hips. His hand trails upwards, following the curve of George's bump, and Dream mumbles sweet nothings in a low voice.

Then, just as George is about to make things more intimate, he feels the baby. At first, he thinks nothing of it, just another flutter like he's had before, albeit a bit stronger.

But then Dream gasps, and darts down to awe over his belly.

"George!"

"Did - You felt that?" The Brit sits up a bit, his own hands moving to the peak of his bump.

"You're kicking." Dream coos. "Hi baby. Daddy's finally able to feel you! What a strong little guy. Hey you."

Another kick, fiercer. George lets out a little 'oof' as it catches him off guard.

"Does it hurt?" Clay looks up from his position at George's bump. "You alright?"

"Just a little bit surprised. Keep going, keep going. Make him do it again."

Dream nods at the reassurance, and continues admiring.

"My baby boy. I am so excited to meet you. You looking forward to arriving? Your mommy is doing such a good job preparing for you, he picked out all of the best toys and babygear for you. Crib's arriving on Friday, and then me - daddy - I gotta play a fun game of 'figure out how to assemble furniture'. I will make sure it's all perfect for you, so that when we get to bring you home, none of us will have to worry about furniture or whatever, and we can concentrate on making you happy, keeping you healthy. Sound good bubba? Heh, look at your little kicks. Bap, bap, bap. What strong legs you have!" Clay leans forward and kisses George's bump lightly. "Only seventeen more weeks baby boy. Then you can kick your legs all over the place, won't be all concealed in a womb anymore. What else will you be doing once you're out here..? Hm. Oh, you're gonna have so many cuddles. Gonna snuggle you in my arms, give you lots of kisses. And mommy - Baby boy, your mama is incredible. You're gonna love him so much. He's incredible. I'm so lucky to have you and him."

George smiles to himself, closing his eyes as he listens to Dream talk animatedly, heart aching with fondness every time he feels the baby kick in response.

"Jackbox, Jackbox, Jackbox let's goo!" Quackity's voice crows through George's headphones the moment he joins the call, accompanied by Karl's laughter in the background.

People have been begging for the return of Jackbox streams for a while now, but it's been difficult to get everyone free at the same time.

Finally though, the lobby can be filled, George joining last after Sapnap, Dream, Bad and Karl (as well as host Quackity, obviously).

They're starting, as usual with Quiplash, and apparently the break from doing this has only made pandering so much worse.

'The best news you could get after a hospital visit'

'It's not contagious!!' OR 'GNF is pregnant with your child <3'

George rolls his eyes and scoffs, as the rest of the lobby groans.

"Dream. Please." Quackity tuts. "We do not need this right now."

"That IS the best news!" Dream argues. "I think it's the greatest thing I've ever heard."

"Shut up, you make me sick." Sapnap's eye roll is audible.

Karl's answer wins the lobby's vote, but Dream's wins overall with the audience's, and the next question pops up.

'If you were allowed to name someone else's baby, what would it be?'

'404 BABY FOUND!! george this is a good idea i swe' OR 'dream 2.0'

"Okay." George sighs. "I am truly the only person allowed to come up with baby names."

"What about Dream?" Bad asks, as the results show Quackity as the first answer and Bad himself as the second. "Is he not allowed name ideas?"

"I was banned after suggesting Gru." Dream sighs dramatically, and Karl starts cackling.

'A fun thing to think about during mediocre sex'

'i wouldnt know, dnf have fun in the bedroom' OR 'dream's minecraft skin'

George chokes as he sips his water as he looks at the first answer.

Quackity, Karl and Sapnap, as well as most of the audience, all vote for the first answer, which is revealed to be Dream's.

George frowns as his own answer only gets 28%.

"George!" Dream gasps. "You think about my Minecraft skin?"

"All the time." The Brit drawls, watching the screen change.

'Where do babies come from?'

"I swear, this round is rigged towards DNF." Quackity huffs, as the boxes pop up.

'ask dream and george' OR 'become a minecraft mod on MCCrunchyroll'

"That one's good actually." Dream comments as the second answer appears. "Clever."

Bad wins the points that time, Karl groaning playfully as his own, less well thought out answer loses.

'One thing never to do on a first date'

"If one of these answers is DNF related I'm gonna riot." Karl warns.

'be quackity hq' OR 'pine over a dumb british fuck while the date listens to u ramble'

The first one, from George, only just wins out, while Sapnap starts blabbing.

"Okay, well, you're missing the context so it's less funny, but I should've won. I was robbed." He grunts.

"Sapnap." Dream's voice has a hint of warning.

"It actually happened!" Sapnap adds. "Before they started dating, Dream spent his whole date with this girl talking about George!"

"No fucking way." Quackity scoffs. "That's insane."

"Shut up, there's one more question in this round." Dream's flustered voice crackles, and George finds himself smiling.

'The unsexiest thought you can have'

'George' OR 'Dream'

"What the fuck." Dream tuts. "Me and George are both hot."

"True, true, don't vote you guys. Let's abstain."

Sapnap wins narrowly with 'Dream', Quackity's 'George' coming close.

As the round ends, George smirks a bit, and starts to pry.

"Dream spent a whole date talking about me?"

"I wouldn't say the whole date!" Dream fumbles. "Just- you know, she mentioned that she had a cousin in England. And you were in England at the time. So, uh, my brain made the connection and - It's normal to talk about friends when you're getting to know someone."

"Friends?" George tsks. "What did you say?"

"We were only friends at the time, c'mon babe, don't tease me." Dream whines.

"I'm not teasing." George says, teasing. "Just curious."

"Could you stop flirting and submit some answers for round 2?" Quackity cuts in before Dream can give an answer. "This is not a live sex club. It is a gaming stream."

George snorts, and turns back to his keyboard, a happy hand on his bump as he revels in the idea that Dream's wanted him for years.

He'd had a few cravings since getting pregnant, mostly just hankering for sweets or things he usually eats.

After hitting twenty eight weeks, however, George has been consumed with a desire that nips at him every waking moment.

Spaghetti, ketchup and custard.

The first time he'd had the need, it had taken him a while to figure out exactly what his taste buds were after. But it had dawned on him like it was the most magical thing in the world, and after labelling what he wanted, he'd gone straight to his boyfriend.

"Clay."

He nudges Dream's sleeping form. Perhaps demanding spaghetti at one am isn't the best thing to do, but he's in his third trimester now, he basically needs this to be happy.

Dream grunts as George shakes him a bit.

"Mmrgh?" His eyes blink open, bleary. "Y'alright?"

"I'm hungry."

"Mm?" Dream yawns, resting his forehead on George's shoulder. "Okay. You want chips or somethin'?"

"Spaghetti."

There's a long pause, and Dream sits up a bit.

"Spaghetti?"

George nods. "With custard and ketchup."

In the dark, Clay's confused look is still visible. George puts on his best pout in response.

"The baby's been wanting it all day, I just couldn't name it til now. Please honey? Just a small portion?"

"It's - it's one am George."

"Clay." George drags out the syllables. "Please. I really, really need it. I'm sorry it's late, I know, but I'm telling you, me and the baby have been craving it. Please Dreamie?"

"It'll take twelve minutes for me to cook it, is that okay?" Dream, because he is a wonderful god, starts getting out of bed, flicking their table lamp on. "Uh. I don't know if we have any custard. I'll do my best darling."

"Thank you." George beams, and moves to follow, but Clay eases him back into bed.

"Stay here. Rest those ankles." The blond kisses his forehead. "Be back very soon."

George stares fondly after him, caressing the peak of his swollen belly.

"Your daddy is so good to us." He mumbles, getting a soft little flail of limbs in return.

The meal Dream serves him is perfect.

At thirty four weeks, the doctor puts George on bedrest.

His bump feels huge now, his chest is so full with milk it's sore, and his feet ache with every step he takes.

He is very much tired of being pregnant.

It's almost rude, that he still has practically two more months of this shit, the baby's movements getting more and more uncomfortable the bigger he gets, surely cramped inside of George's stomach.

Dream's reassurance is the only thing stopping him from losing his mind.

Strong hands knead at the knots in his back, support and admiration fall from soft lips, gentle touches keep him sane.

George can't begin to imagine what it would've been like without Dream here to help him.

Without Dream to bring him cups of tea, or rub his feet, or make him laugh when he's suffering from boredom. Without Dream to help him waddle to the nursery, and position the crib exactly how George wants it, willing to move it at slight angles when George complains. Without Dream to essentially worship his body, kissing stretch marks and thicker thighs, lips pushing away all insecurities.

It's when Dream is taking a break from a stream with Sapnap and Bad to pop his head in to see George, making sure he's not feeling lonely, asking if he wants to join the voice call, or have Dream come to bed that it clicks.

George grins a little stupidly to himself as he listens to his boyfriend return to the stream, watching from his phone, and sorts through his thoughts, stringing sentences together.

The moment the stream ends, and Clay practically runs to him, the coherent words leave George's brain.

"Marry me." He blurts instead.

"W- Huh?"

"Not now, obviously- We'll, uh, we'll wait until after the baby's here, maybe in a year or so. I just- Don't ever want to spend a day without you."

For a moment, George is scared of the little furrow in his boyfriend's brow, a similar panic to the one he'd felt when telling him about the pregnancy.

Then Dream walks over to the bottom drawer of their dresser, and rummages about, then stands back up with a small box in his hands.

"You beat me to it." Clay flushes. "... I bought this before I knew about the baby."

He sits on the bed, opening the box and showing George the ring inside. It's elegant, a silver band with two small gems next to each other, one blue, the other presumably green.

"O- Oh." George's heart stutters.

"After you told me, I figured you'd probably wanna focus on him for a while. I didn't want to stress you out or, uh, make you think I'm only proposing because you're pregnant. I think I've wanted to marry you my whole life."

"Clay." George whispers, hands shaking. Perhaps he'd started it, but it feels so much more overwhelming being on the receiving end, having a ring and all. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Dream seems to think for a second, then gets down on one knee. "I'll do this properly huh? Um. George Davidson. Love of my life - mother of my child - my best friend... Will you marry me?"

"You utter idiot." George blinks back tears. "Of course I will."

@Dream
he said yes :D!!!
[Attached image of a selfie, George and Dream smiling into the camera, George showing the ring on his finger]

@sapnap
replying to @Dream
holy fuck u bought that ring literally MONTHS ago

@GeorgeNotFound
replying to @Dream, @sapnap
he didnt want me to feel like it was just because of baby <3

@Quackity
replying to @Dream
im gonna get ordained so i can be the priest

@dreamwastaken
replying to @Dream, @Quackity
No.

@KarlJacobs_
replying to @Dream
YOOO CONGRATS!!!!!

@BadBoyHalo
replying to @Dream
yay!! congratulations you two lovebirds!

"So, uh, obviously, I'm gonna be going on a bit of a break soon."

George watches Dream's avatar run around a parkour course, his final stream before the baby comes. Whilst separated by a wall as the blond games, George is in a call with him, also giving a temporary goodbye to the fans.

"I figured we could do a Q&A or something. Up to you guys I guess. Just leave you with some content to rewatch until I come back." Dream continues. "Uh, might be a few months at least. Right George?"

"Well, technically, it could be as long or short as we'd like, yknow?" George rests his phone on his belly as he adjusts his position, trying to stretch away a cramp in his back. "Like. We work at home. Could take turns looking after the baby while the other streams or something. But maybe about six months or something."

"There you go guys. Around six months of having to watch Sapnap instead of me or George. Good luck with that."

George watches the chat fill with more questions, waiting to find a good one. Dream beats him to it.

"Uh, 'are there any more baby prep mod videos?' Yes! One more. We filmed about twelve of them in a week, so I just need to edit this last one and it'll probably be on George's channel. I think... Babe, the last one is the quiz right? Or did we already release that one?"

"Holy shit, I forgot about the quiz one." George laughs. "That was a mess. I think we did save that one for last. You guys, that video is chaotic. It's a banger, actually. Look forward to that one, maybe it will be uploaded by next week?"

Dream hums in agreement. "I'll get the editing done soon for you. Um, next question, next question... Here we go. 'When is the baby due?'"

"Very soon!" George rubs his stomach, feeling a little kick. "I'm thirty seven weeks now, about three more to go. Providing he decides to arrive on time, hm?"

He directs the question to his bump, smiling when he feels a tumble in response.

"I still struggle to believe it sometimes." Clay's voice goes soft. "That you're having a baby with me. Sometimes I, uh..."

He trails off, and George tilts his head as he looks at Dream's avatar fall off a block and into lava.

"You alright?" He prompts.

"I just think about, yknow." Dream clears his throat. "How I can't get over that you like me back. I worry that I'm dreaming."

"Idiot." George whispers affectionately. "Last time I checked, we are both very much awake."

"I know." Dream audibly swallows. "I love you."

And it's breaking the unspoken rule, the rule that George doesn't say It on stream, but he doesn't care. "Clay. I love you too."

"He said it chat! Let's go!" Dream punches the air a few times and jumps. "My fiance loves me!"

George chuckles. "You're so dumb."

"Yeah." Dream says. "You love it."

@twitter_username_shipper
SHUT UP IM CRYING DID U SEE THE DNF STREAM I JUST,, THEM <3

@another_shipper_username
'I WORRY THAT IM DREAMING' HES SO IN LOVE WHAT THE FUCK

@and_another_one
ISIGUHUIGH 'clay i love u too' THEY R SO SOFT I CANT

@one_more
when will someone talk to me the same way george says dreams name ;-;

George is overdue by four days, and he feels like he's going to pop.

His sphere of a belly weighs heavy on him, and he's so tired of peeing all the fucking time. The baby is doing a number on George's bladder, to the extent that he has to wonder if perhaps his son just has a vendetta against it.

It's exhausting, and it feels like just breathing is difficult, his diaphragm very much squashed by a full womb.

"Clay." George whines pitifully. "Get the baby out of me."

"I would if I could babe." Dream caresses his side, massaging a soothing oil onto taut, itchy skin. "A few more days and the doctor said you'll be induced, remember?"

"I'm so tired of being pregnant. I just want him here." George rests his head on Dream's lap. "Help me."

"I know Georgie. He'll be here soon. Before we know it."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who's the size of a whale. I'm so big. I'm gonna explode."

"You're not about to explode." Clay leans over and kisses George's forehead. "I wouldn't let that happen."

"You know what would make this better?" A worm of an idea forms in George's mind, and he smirks a little.

"What?"

"Let's have sex."

Dream splutters, like it's something scandalous. "What? George!"

"Please. It'll make me feel so much better."

"Are you sure? It feels like that would just make you more uncomfortable."

"Sex can help start labour."

"That's a myth isn't it?"

"Clay. Clay, my love, my darling, my husband to be. C'mon. Please? Distract me, at least."

George slides his hand down to Dream's hip.

With an eye roll and a small smile, Dream starts unbuttoning his trousers. "Sounds good to me."

While it doesn't prompt labour in the moment, it's nice, and enables George to relax.

The relaxation only lasts for a day though, because the afternoon the next day is completely fine, until George notices a knot of pain in his back that feels much worse than the braxton hicks.

He lowers the Uno cards he's holding, looking at Dream who sits next to him on the bed, who's staring at Sapnap with a wolfish grin as the youngest puts down a red 1.

"Nick. You're so stupid. So stupid!" Clay tosses down a green 1. "Uno!"

It's George's turn, but he doesn't move, instead stiffening his muscles as he lets out a little breath.

"George." Sapnap prompts from the foot of the bed, gesturing at the pile of cards in the middle. "If you have a draw 2, I'll play mine as well, and then we can draw 4 him."

"Uh." George doesn't reply to him. Another fierce ache. He inhales sharply. "Oh fuck."

Clay instantly turns to him, and squeezes his shoulder, worry on his face. "You okay?"

"I think-" His spine feels like it's twisting. "Yeah. Yeah. Um- I think I'm in labour."

Sapnap drops his cards, going wide-eyed, and Dream wraps an arm around George's waist.

"Alright. Alright. Okay." Clay kisses George's temple, then looks at Sapnap. "Can you grab the hospital bag and put it in the car?"

Nick nods, and runs out, and George hisses before the pain ebbs away for the moment.

"Oh god. Clay." George's hands start shaking. "I don't know if I'm ready."

"It's alright. I'll be ready enough for both of us." Dream stands up. "That was the first contraction, right? I think the doctor said not to come in until your water breaks or you've been having contractions for a few hours. You're alright darling. We still have time."

Even with the first bout of pain gone, George's heart still thumps wildly.

"Clay. I'm - I can't do this. I can't. I'm scared."

"I know Georgie. I know." Dream rubs a hand along his back. "It's gonna be alright. You're so tough, you'll be okay."

George rests his hand on his bump, staring wide eyed at it. "Please don't hurt me too much baby."

Dream squeezes him gently, kissing his cheek.

His water breaks at six am the morning after his first contraction.

It's been hours of this hell now, and George is sobbing.

"It hurts." He whimpers. "Make it stop."

Clay runs a hand through his hair. "I know gorgeous. I know it hurts. You can do this though. I've got you."

George clenches him tightly as a curl of anguish rips through him, and he can barely pay attention to the hospital surroundings.

He knows there's a nurse, or maybe two, and their doctor is there, but it's all blurry.

George just clutches onto Dream like a lifeline, crying as his body aches, like it's tearing itself apart.

"You're doing so well George." Clay whispers. "So well. Just a bit more to go."

"No more." He snivels, eyes pleading. "I don't want to do this anymore. Clay, Clay. Make it stop."

"I'm sorry. I can't. It's nearly over though. Nearly. Our baby is going to be here so soon. You've got this George, I know you do."

George cries again, fatigued and sore and pitiful.

With the final push, everything feels numbed.

George's hands quiver as the speech of the nurses and doctor blur together, as everything seems to fade away, his heart and mind focused on one thing only.

He leans forward, all pain dulled by the emotions overwhelming him, and stares at his little boy as gloved hands place him into George's arms.

Tears stream down George's face as he cradles this brand new person, skin wrinkly and stained with blood, but absolutely perfect in every way imaginable.

The baby screams, his tiny mouth opened wide as he wails, surely upset by the bright lights of the hospital ward.

Instinctively, George shushes him, running a gentle finger along one of his cheeks, soft and chubby, and he rocks his son gently, whispering nonsense.

For what feels like forever, George is in a bubble, just him and his baby, staring at each other.

Then, one of the nurses pops the bubble by leaning in and gently taking the baby away.

The feeling of loss is instant, and George moves to follow her, chase her down, demand she give his child back.

A hand on his shoulder.

"They're just cleaning him up." Clay whispers. "It's alright."

George blinks, and his tunnel vision shifts to his fiance as his baby is tended to.

Dream is crying. George is pretty certain he is as well.

The brunet smiles, and Clay smiles back.

"You did incredibly." He mumbles. "He- He's perfect."

"We have a baby." George reaches up and pulls Dream into a hug. "We're parents."

"I love you so much." Clay kisses George lightly. "I love him. George. Thank you."

"Thank you?"

"For doing this. I know it wasn't easy."

"Who cares?" George rests his forehead against Clay's. "I'd do it a thousand times over if it meant I would have him."

Another kiss, and a few more.

"I love you." George whispers. "I love you so much."

Another tear falls from Clay's eyes, and then the nurse brings the baby back over, cleaned and swaddled in a blanket.

He's whimpering a bit, and George's heart breaks at the sound, every fibre of his being desperate to make his little boy happy.

"Hi baby. Hey. I love you." George cradles him close. "Mummy's here. Shh. It's alright."

The doctor notes that he's likely hungry, and a nurse helps George guide him to his chest.

And fuck, it hurts a bit. His son suckling on his nipple, squeezing milk out.

"'S it supposed to hurt?" George mumbles, swallowing a yawn.

The nurse nods, and Clay brushes his knuckles against George's in support.

When he pulls off, George doesn't even care about the pain, as long as he gets to see that little cherubic face.

"You full up now?" George asks softly, and the baby blinks up at him. George shifts slightly, and glances at Clay. "Let's meet daddy, yeah? C'mere darling."

Slowly, George tilts his arms, giving his son a better look at Clay.

"Hi gorgeous." Dream whispers, gently touching his balled fist. "I'm your dad. I love you. So much. Look at you... Absolutely adorable."

Their child burbles a bit, and his eyes flutter closed. Clearly, this is all far too much excitement for him.

"Sleepy baby." George coos. "I'll make sure you get a good rest, don't worry darling. I've got you."

His heart flutters when the baby snuggles his head against his chest, George trying not to breathe too hard so he doesn't get disturbed.

Clay kisses George's head again.

"He's amazing."

"I know." George murmurs.

@Dream
HES SO CUTE I LOVEHIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM MY BABY BOY MY SON

@Dream
PERFECT INCREDIBLE GORGEOUS SHOWSTOPPING

@Dream
AND OFCOURSE MY BELOVED @GEORGENOTFOUND I LOVE U SO MUCH U GODLY HUMAN BEING

@GeorgeNotFound
replying to @Dream
in case this is unclear: Baby DNF has arrived, safe and sound!!

@Dream
replying to @GeorgeNotFound
WHY R U ON TWITTER U NEED TO REST BABE I WILL BRING U SOME TEA RN

@Sapnap
replying to @Dream, @GeorgeNotFound
attention everyone they did not name the baby after me :(

@KarlJacobs_
replying to @Dream, @GeorgeNotFound, @Sapnap
i am so sorry to hear of this crime

@Dream
HIS NAME IS 404 BABY FOUND

@Quackity
replying to @Dream
LETS GOOOO

@GeorgeNotFound
his name is Dream 2.0

@BadBoyHalo
replying to @GeorgeNotFound
o_O!

George sets his phone down on the bedside table, smiling to himself as he hears Dream flick the kettle on, to make that cup of tea as promised.

He turns on his side to admire his son's sleeping form, curled up in the fetal position and thumb in his mouth.

Gently, George caresses Joey's cheek, until Clay enters their room, mug in hand.

They share a soft kiss, just as Joey stirs.

It's the start of their domestic bliss.