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"What about kids?" you asked Brendon, leaning forward and propping your arms up onto the table, resting your head in your open palms.

"What about them?"

"Do you want kids?"

"Not really, no," he replied simply.

"Seriously? Not even somewhere down the line?"

"Nope."

"Well, why?" you asked in confusion. Having kids was all you'd ever wanted, and hearing your fiancé say that he didn't want any made your stomach drop. Of course, you hadn't told him about your life-long dream of having children, so you couldn't blame him for being so blunt with his answers.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "The thought just never appealed to me, I guess. Why? Do you want kids?"

"Well, um," you stammered, not sure what exactly to say, eventually settling on: "No. It's not important to me."

~1 year later~

"Stop lying; that never happened," Logan snorted, shaking his head.

"Uh, yeah, it did," (Y/B/F) argued.

"(Y/N), Brendon, back me up here," Logan pleaded, gesturing to (Y/B/F), who rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, sweetie. But it did," you grimaced, shooting Logan an apologetic look.

"Then why don't I remember it?"

"Because you were drunk off your ass," Brendon laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"Whatever," Logan breathed, "You can't prove it."

"Oh yeah?" (Y/B/F) raised an eyebrow, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it, holding it out to her husband with a cocky smirk when she found the video she was looking for. "You were saying?"

Logan looked at the phone, sucking on his teeth as his eyes watched the video of him making out with a SpongeBob plush as the three of you snickered.

"And none of you fuckers thought to stop me?" he narrowed his eyes at the rest of you.

"Hey, man, we tried," Brendon held up his hands and chuckled, "but you were pretty into it."

"Yeah, you're laughing now, Urie. But wait until the next time you get drunk; you'll probably make out with something much worse than a plushie."

"Nah, these lips were made for kissing one thing, and one thing only," he turned to you and smiled, leaning down to place a passionate kiss on your lips.

"They better be," you smirked, stealing another kiss.

"Forever yours, babe."

Logan made a gagging noise and Brendon pushed his shoulder, making him laugh.

"Alright, so, there is an actual reason we called you guys up tonight," he started, glancing over at (Y/B/F), gaining your and Brendon's attention.

The couple shared a look before both turning to you with huge smiles plastered on their faces before (Y/B/F) spoke. "I'm pregnant."

You and Brendon screamed happily as you both stood up, the other couple following suit. The two of you congratulated them with hugs and kisses, and then the four of you resumed your seats at the table, Brendon ordering a bottle of champagne and a non-alcoholic glass for (Y/B/F) from the waiter.

"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you guys!" you gushed elatedly, clasping your hands under your chin and squealing excitedly. "You're gonna be amazing parents."

"Thank you, (Y/N)," Logan smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to his wife's temple. "We're stoked."

"Well, if he or she is anything like their father, you're gonna have your hands full, (Y/B/F)," Brendon quipped, winking at Logan who glared at him in return.

"Hopefully, I won't have to deal with that alone," (Y/B/F) grinned. "(Y/N), Brendon..."

"Will you be our baby's godparents?" Logan finished.

"YES!"

~

"I can't believe you're actually going to be a mother," you sighed, plopping down onto the sofa in the living room of your very-pregnant best friend.

"I know, it's insane," she gushed, waddling over with a packet of baby clothes she'd bought the other day. "And what's even more insane is that I'm gonna have a baby before you. Everyone always thought you'd be the first to start a family."

"Yeah, well," you smiled half-heartedly, busying yourself with the tiny items of clothing to try and avoid (Y/B/F) noticing the gleam leaving your eyes. But she knew you too well, and knew something was up.

"Hey," she placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you around to face her. She gave you a knowing and sympathetic smile when she saw your expression. "Still no luck in convincing him, huh?"

"No," you sighed, "Because I haven't tried."

"Why not, (Y/N)? Having a baby was all you ever talked about."

"He doesn't want kids. He made that very clear."

"Right," she pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest. "And you should've made it clear to him that you do."

"And then what?" you threw your hands up in frustration. "Lose the love of my life? I don't think so."

"(Y/N), you said it yourself. He's the love of your life; and you're his. He wouldn't leave you over something like this. Especially if he knew how much it meant to you."

"I don't know, (Y/B/F)," you sighed, closing your eyes, "I'm just worried about what his reaction will be if I brought it up."

"He loves you, (Y/N). Talk to him."

~

"He's so tiny," you marvelled as you cradled your godson in your arms, gently rocking side to side. "And gorgeous. Isn't he gorgeous, Bren?"

"Absolutely beautiful," he smiled, stroking the little boy's head and cooing at him.

"You wanna hold him?" you questioned.

"Yeah," Brendon's smile grew as he reached out for the little bundle, gently taking him from your arms into his own. "Hey, little guy. Wow, you're a talkative one, aren't you?" he chuckled as the baby made continuous gurgling noises. You couldn't suppress the smile on your face as you looked at the scene taking place in front of you. You'd pictured this scenario countless times, except that in your head, it had been your baby that Brendon held.

"You're really good at this, you know," you said softly, and Brendon looked at you in surprise before smiling at you.

"I'm not sure if I'd be able to do this full-time, though."

"Have some faith in yourself. I'm sure you'd be a great father."

"You think?"

"I know."

~

Over the next few months, you practically lived at (Y/B/F) and Logan's house. You were there every chance you had, spending as much time as you could with the little human who had stolen your heart from the minute you first laid eyes on him. Any other person would've chased you away by now, but this was (Y/B/F), and she understood.

You still hadn't spoken to Brendon about having a baby, and (Y/B/F) took your constant visitation as a way to give you pep talk after pep talk to try and get you to do it, but you just couldn't bring yourself to try.

But little did you know that your infatuation with the boy and all other things baby hadn't gone unnoticed by Brendon. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. Brendon had grown rather fond of joining you on your visits; he loved watching you interact with the baby. The smile that etched itself onto your face whenever you were around him, the way your face lit up as you played with him or cradled him into your body, it brought warmth to Brendon's heart that he hadn't known he'd needed. Until he'd felt it, that is. He'd never wanted children, but now, seeing you with a tiny human clutched onto your chest, he knew that he was wrong.

"He's so beautiful," you gushed for what must've been the thousandth time. "I want one."

"I'm sure that could be arranged," Brendon whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You hadn't even realised that you'd spoken out loud, until you heard Brendon's response, which caught you completely off guard. "What?"

"It'd be much more convenient if we had one of our own, don't you think?"

You shook your head and let out a delirious laugh. "Are-are you serious?"

"Mhm. Then maybe (Y/B/F) could get her baby back," he joked, but you didn't laugh, you were still in shock from his words.

"I thought you didn't want kids," you said softly.

"I didn't," he replied, "But seeing you with him... seeing how happy it makes you... it made me realise that I wanted it. I want to see you holding my baby. Our baby. I want a little you running around," he 'booped' your nose, and you scrunched it up, smiling slightly, "I want that with you."

You were tearing up at this point, and a stray teardrop spilled out onto your cheek; Brendon wiped it away with his thumb. "Brendon," you croaked, "you have no idea how long I've dreamt of hearing you say that. This is all I want. All I've ever wanted."

"Why didn't you tell me, babe? That you wanted a baby."

"I was scared," you admitted, shrugging, "I knew that it wasn't what you wanted and I thought that if I brought it up then..." you trailed off, but he got the message.

"Babe, look at me," he tilted your head up so that he could look into your eyes, which were still full of moisture. "You're my everything. I love you more than life itself. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and nothing or no one can ever make me stop loving you. And yes, a year ago, before we got married, I didn't want kids. But now... now I do. I want to have a tiny human with you. Through love. Our love."

"Are you sure?"

Brendon got down on one knee and took your hands into his, making you giggle. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you have a baby with me?"

You were too happy to form words, so you nodded energetically in response. Brendon picked you up and spun you around, kissing you.

"Damn," he bit his lip as he stared at you.

"What?" you cocked your head.

"We're gonna make one damn good-looking baby."

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