"Hey...(Y/N)?" Daveed asked the next morning as we were chilling on the couch and watching TV.

   "Yeah?" I asked, taking my eyes away from the TV screen and using them to look at Daveed instead.

   "...I think we should tell Rafa you're pregnant," Daveed stated.

   "No way!" I said immediately. "What if he tells everyone?"

   "You honestly think he's gonna do that?" Daveed asked. "He's our best mutual friend! He wouldn't ruin our reputation like that! Besides, even if he did, people are gonna have to find out eventually. You can't just stay in the house for nine months!"

   I thought about what Daveed had said. "I guess you're right..," I said after a bit of thinking. "I guess, being our best friend and all, he deserves to know..."

   Daveed nodded as I pathetically reached out to grab my phone, which was on the table on the other side of the room. I looked at Daveed as I kept "trying" to grab my phone from the other side of the room.

   Daveed raised an eyebrow. "No! You can get it yourself!"

   I pouted. "You're the worst boyfriend ever!"

   Daveed shrugged. "If not giving in to my needy girlfriend makes me a bad boyfriend, then I guess I am."

   I sighed, pissed in a childish way that Daveed wouldn't get my phone for me. I then smirked. "Well, if you don't get my phone, we're not calling Rafa."

   "You realize that this doesn't have to be done right now, right?" Daveed asked with a chuckle. "And also, even if it did, I could just get my own phone and call him."

   I groaned and stood up, defeatedly walking towards the table and grabbing my phone.

   Daveed watched me with a smug smile.

   "Oh, shut up," I hissed, sitting back down on the couch.

   "I didn't say anything," Daveed said with another smig smile.

   "Your smirk says it all," I growled, dialing Rafa's number. I didn't even have to think about what it was. I had called him so many times that dialing his number was like clockwork.

   I pressed the "call" button and waited for Rafa to answer.

   It didn't take very long. He answered on the second ring. "Hey, (Y/N). What's up?"

   "A lot of things," I said with a small sigh. "Speaking of what's up, you should come over. Daveed and I have something to tell you..."

   Rafa was silent for a moment. Then, "You're not breaking up with Daveed, are you? Because I've shipped you guys for a long time."

   I rolled my eyes. "No, Rafa. We're not breaking up."

   "Whew, good," Rafa said, relief showing in his voice.

   "So, are you able to come over?" I asked.

   "Yep! I'll be over in twenty minutes! I still have to get ready; I slept late," Rafa said.

   "Okay. See you then!" I said.

   "See ya then, (Y/N)."

   I then hung up and looked over at Daveed. "He said he'll be over in twenty minutes."

   "All right," Daveed said. "Until then, wanna watch 'Teen Titans Go!'?"

   I chuckled and booped Daveed's nose. "Unlike you, I'm not mentally eight years old."

   Daveed growled as I took my finger off his nose. "I will murder you for insulting my show."

   I smirked and curled up on Daveed' lap, looking up at him with my puppy eyes.

   Daveed's expression softened. "Okay...maybe I won't murder you, but I will give you a few broken bones."

   I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Daveed's chest, my arms now wrapped around him.

   Daveed sighed and said, "Fine. I won't hurt you at all..."

   "Yay," I said with a smile. I then tried to go back to my original spot, but Daveed's arms held me in place.

   "Wha--?" I started to say, but got cut off by Daveed.

   "Please stay," he said softly. "You're warm..."

   I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Fine. God, you're so needy, Dav," I said as I leaned into Daveed once more.

   "I am," Daveed agreed. "I admit it."

   I looked up at Daveed and pecked his lips.

   Daveed didn't seem satisfied with that. Because he shook his head and cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine in a longer kiss.

   I didn't stop him. In fact, I kissed back, wrapping my arms around him.

   After a bit, we pulled apart at the same time. I then looked up at Daveed and said, "I love you..."

   "I love you too..," Daveed responded.

   And with that, Daveed and I fell asleep, forgetting that Rafa was on his way over.

***(time skip brought to you by (Y/N) x Daveed fluff)***

   My peaceful sleep was interrupted by a very loud knock on the door.

   "wAUGH-" I yelled as I sat bolt upright.

   My shift of position and my loud yelling woke the man I was now sitting on. "aH-"

   "What was that?" I asked, getting off of Daveed and standing up. I was referring to the ungodly noise that woke us up.

   Daveed was about to answer when Rafa knocked on the door again.

   "Oooh. It was just Rafa knocking," I said to no one in particular. I sauntered over to the door and opened it.

   Sure enough, Rafa was standing there. "Hey, (Y/N)." He looked me over, a small smirk on his face. "Did you take a nap?"

   I sighed, aware that my clothes were wrinkled, a drool stain was on my shirt, and my hair was a mess. "Yeah. Shut up, you know you do it."

   "True," Rafa said.

   "Anyway, come on in!" I said, stepping to the side so Rafa could enter my house.

   Rafa did just that, and I shut the door as he walked in.

   "Ah, I see Diggs also took a nap," Rafa said, laughing.

   Daveed looked pretty similar to me. Wrinkles clothes, messed up hair, just a tired appearance in general. The only thing he was missing was a drool stain. He rolled his eyes. "I did. And it was nice."

   Rafa nodded. "Naps usually are." He then turned to me. "So, what did you wanna tell me?"

   I grabbed Rafa's hand and pulled him to the couch, sitting him down on it afterwards. I then grabbed Daveed's hand and yanked him to his feet. I wanted this confession to look professional. I pulled Daveed to my side and exhaled, preparing my confession.

   "Wow, this looks professional," Rafa stated. "Like you're presenting a campaign to Microsoft. This confession must be serious."

   I sighed. "I'm afraid it is..," I said. Daveed nodded in agreement.

   When Daveed and I didn't continue speaking, Rafa said, "Well? What is it?"

   I figured that ripping the Band-Aid off would be easiest. "Well, Rafael, I'm pregnant, and the father is Daveed."

   Rafa's eyebrows shot up. He then looked between Daveed and I.

   He did this for a while, then he yelled, "WHAT?!?"

   I nodded, knowing that Rafa wasn't saying that because he hadn't heard me; he was saying that because he really just couldn't believe what he was hearing.

   "You guys are not ready to have a kid!" Rafa stated.

   "We didn't think so, either," Daveed said. "But, the more we thought about it, the more we realized that a baby is a blessing; we'd love it no matter what time it came at. Sure, its arrival could've been at a better time, but (Y/N) and I know that it'll only make our lives better."

   I wasn't sure how much I agreed with that last part, but I didn't say so. I simply nodded.

   Rafa was silent for a bit. Then he said, "I guess you're right. You both will be good parents. BUT. You both need to know how recklesz you guys were. Seriously, you guys have only been dating for a few months, and you're already gonna have a baby!"

   "I know," I said. "We shouldn't have been so reckless."

   Daveed nodded.

   Rafa nodded also. "No, you shouldn't have." A smile crossed his face. "But, with parents like you guys, that baby will be the most kick-ass baby this world has ever seen."

   Daveed and I both smiled. "Thanks, Rafa," I said.

   "Anytime," Rafa said. "So, do you guys want a beer? We could go to a bar and treat oursel--"

   Seeing my and Daveed's raised eyebrows, he realized how dumb he sounded: asking a pregnant woman id she wanted a beer. "Right. So...you guys want...some apple juice..?"

   I chuckled. "Why not?"

   "I like apple juice," Daveed said with a smile. "Sure."

   Rafa nodded. "So, you guys have that in your fridge, right?"

   "I have en eight-year-old as a boyfriend. Of course we have apple juice," I said with a giggle, elbowing Daveed in the ribs.

   Daveed rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

   Rafa nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to get our refreshments.

   Daveed and I looked at each other. "Rafa's right," I said. "We were being pretty reckless."

   Daveed nodded. "We were. But..," he placed a hand ln my stomach, "at least something good came from the recklessness."

   I bit my lip. Was the child I was carrying a good thing?

   Yeah. It was. It may harm my and Daveed's reputation and be quite the hassle at first, but all and all, it would he a pleasure to have around.

   I nodded. "Yeah."

   I looked down at my stomach. I knew that whatever happened, whatever damaged this baby caused, we would see it as the best thing that's ever happened to us, and that we would be okay.

   And happy.

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