Type: Fluff
Rating: NONE
Who: Joe Trohman
Era: Save Rock and Roll
For: Whoever
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You and Joe have been married for a year now and you wanted a baby badly. You'd done-the-deed a few weeks ago and he wants to shop for a test now.

"(Y/N)? Can we go now? Pweese?" He whined, as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. "Yeah I guess." You sighed. It was 12:17am and you were watching 'The Walking Dead' on Netflix.

"Get your keys babe, you're driving." You told him.

"Yay! Wait, lemme grab meh jacket!" He yelled running to the closet of your apartment.

"Ok, I'm ready... Are you?" He smiled. Yeah I just need to tie my shoes." You told him. "Actually, screw it! I'm wearing your Nike sandals." You laughed kicking off your other pair of shoes.

"Hurry, (Y/N)!" He giggled, walking out the garage door.

You jumped in his car and drove to Walmart.

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"Which one do we choose?" He said worriedly, looking at the shelves; stocked with pregnancy tests.

"I don't know. Umm... How 'bout this one? I've seen plenty of commercials about it." You told him. "Okay..." He mumbled.

"Do we have to wait until we go home?" Joe whimpered. He wanted to find out right that minuet.

"Yes Joe. Otherwise that would be stealing!" You said. "Can't we steal just this once? Pweese?" He whined looking at you with puppy eyes again. "Fine, just because it'll be a good story to tell the baby." You giggled.

You walked into the bathroom, with Joe following behind. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You whisper-yelled. "I want to witness this." He smiled. "Joseph Mark Trohman, this is the woman's bathroom in Walmart!" "So..." "So, that's fucking weird." "I honestly don't give a shit! I want to see this..." He said walking in front of you. 'Oh. My. God.' You thought.

You peed on the tests as Joe watched, also looking at the back of the box looking at the directions.

"Ok... It looks like we have to wait five minuets." He told you as you wiped and stood up with the tests still in your hands. "Alright." You smiled and kissed him.

As you both walked out of the stall, you had completely forgotten that you were in a public women's restroom.

Joe hopped up on the counter and waited as the tests dried and did their thing.

And at that very moment a short old lady walked in. "Oh, why aren't you a cute little girl." She squinted, smiling while patting Joe's fro.

He looked at you for a moment and giggled uncontrollably, after she walked out.

"Has it been five minuets yet?" He asked. "Yes." You smiled. "Look on three." He told you.

"One." He counted.

"Two." You counted.

"Three!" You said in unison, looking at the tests.

"Two red lines..." You both said, looking at the back of the box once more.

You read: If result shows two red lines, positive result that means you are pregnant. If result shows one red line, negative result.

"Two red lines!" You both said joyfully.

He picked you up in his arms and spun you around. "Oh my gosh Joe! You're going to be dad!" I smiled. "And you're gonna be a mom!" He grinned.

His eyes were watery as he kissed you. "Lets go to Steak 'n Shake for some food." He laughed, walking out of the bathroom. Joe intertwined his fingers with yours and the both of you walked out to his car together.

{A/N: My inspiration came from a story by @BellamysBottom so go check her put she's a super awesome author!

I hope you liked it!}

I love you my Young Volcanoes!
~IrresistiblePatrick <3

P.S. Don't forget to SAVE ROCK AND ROLL!