⚠ Trigger Warning: Transphobia, homophobia, other stuff too sorry ⚠

I got this idea last night and I was like "Why not? It's pride month anyways" So yeah Happy Pride Month guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Whether you're in the closet or the kitchen cupboard with the rest of the pans, you're beautiful and if no one else, I support any gender or sexuality or religion or species you are and so yeah! Happy Pride Month and... Go out there and strut your stuff.

~ Arandomperson <3

Lafayette's P.O.V.

I woke up feeling horrible.

It didn't take long before I got up, racing to the bathroom. I dropped in front of the toilet, pretty much throwing up my guts.

Martha, my adoptive mom, walked in, tying a robe around her waist before she kneeled next to me, rubbing my back as I leaned over the toilet.

"You feeling okay, Gilbert?" I shook my head, feeling like shit. She placed her hand on my forehead.

"Oh, honey... I think you should stay home from school today, yeah?" I shrugged. It's not that I liked going to school and doing work because I didn't. Every day, I looked forward to seeing my wonderful boyfriend, Hercules Mulligan.

"You want to go to school?" She seemed sort of confused and I shook my head.

"I just want to see Hercules..." She nodded, pulling me into a hug.

"You know how you were telling me that you haven't had your period for a while?" My face heated up and I nodded.

I hated my period. It was the universe's reminder that I was born a female.

"Y-yeah...?" It didn't take me long to connect the dots. But that didn't make sense. I was on birth control...

"N-no... That's... No, that can't..." She nodded quietly as I broke into tears.

"Shh... It's okay, Gilbert. I'll run out later and pick up a few tests, okay?" I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes.

"Alright. Go on back to bed. I'll call the school in the morning and pick up some tests, okay?" I nodded, hugging my mother. She smiled, kissing my forehead.

"It'll be okay." She helped me stand, walking me to my room before going to hers.

I laid back into my bed, although unable to sleep. Instead, I tossed and turned, the only thought on my mind being a scary one.

I was only sixteen. I wasn't ready to be a father yet. Of course it would be the one time I'd actually had sex that I'd end up pregnant.

It wasn't official yet, but it made sense. I was too stupid. I figured the birth control would work.

I eventually fell asleep, although it was anything but peaceful.

~time skip~

"Gilbert, get up." Martha shook me awake before setting a bag full of multiple things on top of me.

"I want you to take three today, okay? Depending on what they say, I'll get more." I nodded before walking to the bathroom with the bag. Inside were three tests and some chocolate. I smiled; Martha knew me too well.

About ten minutes later, the tests were ready.

"I don't want to look at them." I stated and Martha nodded, walking to the bathroom. She came back out about a minute later with the tests. Despite my revelation, I ended up looking at the sticks.

"No... Oh my god..." Martha pulled me into a hug as I began to sob.

Six lines were distributed between the three tests, meaning all three said the same thing.

Positive.

Martha rubbed my back and I shook my head, sobbing.

"No... No, it's not true!" Martha nodded, continuing to hold me close.

"It's okay, Gilbert. We'll help you through it, okay? Hercules is a wonderful boy. I'm sure he'll help you too." I only sobbed harder.

What if he didn't? He's gonna hate you. He's gonna leave you.

My knees felt weak and I felt like fainting.

"You feel like going to school tomorrow?" I shook my head. I didn't want to face Hercules. I didn't want him to leave me. I needed him, and I knew he would be upset at me.

As soon as I stopped crying, I became mad. Martha had left to make supper about fifteen minutes ago and I was left alone to deal with my anger.

I ended up punching a pillow multiple times before screaming into it and sobbing again.

Fuck mother nature. Fuck being a girl. Fuck life.

~a few days later~

I sighed. It was my first day back at school. I couldn't wear my binder because of the baby and I didn't have a half binder; just a full. So I ended up wearing a sports bra and a baggy shirt.

I wasn't looking forward to having to talk to Hercules. It was hard coming out to him, and telling him I was pregnant with his child would only be harder.

I kept my head down as I walked through the courtyard, hoping I wouldn't be spotted.

"Laf!" So much for that...

I turned around to see Hercules walking towards me. My eyes widened and I looked down.

"Baby, what's going on? You haven't been to school lately and you haven't answered any of my texts... Are you okay?" I nodded softly, continuing to make my way inside the school. I opened my locker, grabbing what I needed out of it.

"Baby, talk to me..." I looked at him.

"I'm fine." I shut my locker, walking to my first class.

"Please, Laf. You're worrying me..."

"I said I'm fine!" I snapped, getting looks from just about everyone in the hall. Multiple people started snickering, and I saw James Reynolds smirk. Hercules had a hurt look on his face, but all I did was throw up my hood and walk away briskly to my class.

~later in the day~

I didn't eat during lunch. I didn't feel like it.

It was after school that Reynolds came up to me.

"Hey, slut. You're finally back." He pushed me into a locker.

"Go away, Reynolds. I'm not looking for trouble..." He chuckled, a few other people following suit.

"Sure, Marie. We'll leave you alone." His voice was so sarcastic it scared me. I tried leaving, but was thrown into the locker again.

"You really thought I was serious? You're so stupid." He stepped closer to me.

"It's no wonder your boyfriend doesn't really love you. You stupid, disgusting fag." His words were poison. I felt a tear slip from my eye.

"Awe look! She's gonna cry!" he cackled, everyone around following suit.

"Fuck off James..." My voice cracked in the middle of my sentance, only causing more laughter.

"You'll never be a real man. You're just a confused little bitch. You'll always be a girl, Marie." I suddenly felt even more self conscious.

"I bet your mom is probably glad she's dead, because now she can stop being dissapointed by you. No one really loves you, orphan." His fist rose before coming down hard on my face, knocking me to the ground.

"You're such a disgrace. You know there are camps that can cure you, right?" He kicked my side and I instinctively rolled over, trying to protect myself and my child. I expected more than the few kicks I got, but I soon realized that one of the teachers was in the hall.

I quickly got up, leaning against the locker, trying to recover before running off as quickly as I could. I passed Hercules on my way out, but he didn't even try talking to me. He looked at me, then back away. It crushed my heart, but I didn't do anything about it.

I made my way home, walking as quickly as I could, not stopping at the coffeeshop like I usually do. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I couldn't break down in public.

As soon as I stepped through the door, however, I burst into tears. Martha walked out to greet me like she usually does before quickly walking over and pulling me to her.

"Honey..."

"He hates me!" I shouted into her shoulder, sobbing violently.

"Who does?" I shook my head, clutching onto her for dear life.

Behind me, there was a knock on the door and Martha sat me on the couch before answering.

"Hercules!" My eyes widened and I looked over.

"Hey, Martha. Can I talk to Laf?" She looked over to me and I shrugged, looking down.

"Of course, Hercules. Come in." She stepped aside and my boyfriend walked in. He looked to me and immediately moved my way, sitting next to me.

Martha left the room, leaving us two alone.

"I-I'm s-sorry for snapping at y-you earlier..." I started and Hercules only wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I buried my face in his shoulder, tears streaming down my face.

"You scared me baby..." He kissed the side of my head, holding me as if his life depended on it.

"Don't ever do that again..." He mumbled into my hair, causing me to cry harder.

After what seemed to be forever, I pulled away from the hug to look him in the eyes. His eyes were glossy, full of worry and love. I didn't want to lose it, but I figured he had the right to know. I looked down, tears falling from my eyes.

"What's wrong, honey?" I choked on my own tears, looking away. He set his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him. I tried to avoid eye contact, which was hard, considering.

"I... I h-have something... Something t-to... To tell y-you..." He furrowed his brow.

"Of course, baby. Anything." I felt more tears fall onto my cheeks, and Hercules wiped them away.

"P-please... Please d-don't be m-mad..." He shook his head.

"Of course not, baby. What's going on?" I inhaled, my hands fidgeting as I looked away.

"I'm... I'm pregnant..." My voice was barely audible, and it was obvious Hercules didn't hear.

"What was that, baby?" He asked and I looked up, trying to prevent more tears from falling.

"I... I'm.... I'm pregnant, Hercules..." I looked away, expecting to be yelled at or hit or something. Hercules looked so confused.

"With.... With mine...?" I nodded softly, sniffling.

"I thought you said you were on control?" I nodded.

"I... I was... It... It didn't... Didn't work..." He nodded.

"You disgust me."

I looked to him, tears in my eyes.

"Really? You're such a disappointment!"

I let out a sob at the words.

"The last thing we need is more of you on the Earth."

My mind raced. I felt like dying.

"You should just kill yourself."

I considered this. I couldn't. Not with a baby.

"I never really loved you anyways."

I felt Hercules hand on my arm, snapping me from my thoughts. I let out a sob, trying to move away from him, but he wouldn't let me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt tears fall from his eyes onto my shoulder as he embraced me.

It wasn't real.

He soon let go, giving me a kiss, tears still streaming from his eyes as he smiled.

"That's... That's great!" I nodded, happy that he was okay with it.

"I... The thing is... I don't think... I don't think I want it..." His face fell.

"What...? Why not?" I looked away. I was afraid.

"What if... James..." Hercules shook his head.

"No. No, he doesn't matter. He won't hurt you. Or the baby." I shook my head.

"Hercules... I'm only sixteen... And... I'm just not ready... If I get it done now, it'll be like nothing ever happened..." Hercules stood up, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

"No, Laf. That's not how it works."

"Hercules, it's my body! I can do what I want with it!" He shook his head.

"No, Laf. This is our child. Please... Don't do that... It's... It's murder! That baby... It could do amazing things one day. You can't take that away. Please, baby..." I looked down.

"It's... What about our future, Hercules? Any plans we had-" He shook his head.

"Fuck plans, Laf. We have to live in the moment... And if that means having a kid with you, I would never have it any other way.

"I love you Lafayette. And will never stop loving you. And... I already love this child. I will never stop loving them, no matter what. No matter the gender or sexuality, I will never stop loving them. I want a family with you, Laf. It just came sooner than expected. Don't let this go, baby. Please." I was in tears at this point.

I stood, walking over to Hercules.

"In fact, here." Hercules suddenly took my hand, dropping onto one knee.

"Gilbert du Montier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette, will you make me the happiest man to ever live and take my hand in marriage as soon as we can?" My jaw dropped and my eyes watered. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. All I could seem to do was nod my head.

"Y-yes! Yes, I will!" Hercules smiled, getting up and lifting me into the air, beaming widely. He spun me around before lowering me into a kiss, obviously ecstatic. I beamed back, wiping tears of joy from my eyes.

"I love you, Laf." I smiled, kissing him again.

"I love you too." He smiled, peppering my face with light kisses.

"So what's the verdict?" I looked down, then back up to Hercules.

"I'll keep them. For you." He beamed brightly, kissing me again.

"Thank you, Laf. Thank you so much."

~six months later~

I was due in two months. We had found out the baby was going to be a boy, and we decided his name to be Georges. My stomach was large and my back hurt constantly. School was hell. At this point, I was seventeen, and being a seventeen year old pregnant FTM was like being the ugly duckling. I was always being watched by either Hercules or a teacher, so that no-one would hurt me. I suppose that's what happens when the principal is your dad.

I felt like I didn't need it, and so every now and then I would sneak out of their sight. It worked best when Mrs. Antoinette was watching me, but mainly because she was transphobic and hated me with a passion, so she was bad at her job.

It was her turn to watch me now, so I waited for her to lose interest before slipping away and out to the courtyard. It was a beautiful day, so I sat down on a bench and just enjoyed it.

"Hey, there's the stupid whore we all love to hate!" I looked up to see James Reynolds standing above me. My first instinct was to run, but I couldn't get up and I wouldn't be able to run fast. Plus, if I fell, it wouldn't be pretty.

"Fuck off James." I rolled my eyes, setting a hand on my baby bump.

"You think that just because you're fat now I won't hurt you?" I shook my head.

"Just go away." I looked around for help, but there was no one around.

"Why does Hercules even stay with you? Look at you. Seventeen and pregnant. Guess you're just so much of a slut you couldn't keep your legs closed, huh?" He ran his hand up my thigh. I grabbed his hand, moving it away.

"Since you're such a whore, you wouldn't mind opening your legs for me, would you?" I felt my face heat up with anger and I did something I never thought I'd do.

It wasn't until after my fist collided with his face when I realized what had happened.

I don't know what made me do it now, perhaps 'motherly' instinct, but I ended up giving Reynolds a broken nose.

I currently sat in my adoptive fathers' office, awaiting punishment, Reynolds sitting outside after giving his side of the story, which was completely twisted.

"Lafayette. I've known you since you were fourteen. Never ever in that time have I known you to lash out and hurt anyone. Why now?" I looked away, tears pricking at my eyes.

"And especially to someone so innocent; someone who has done nothing to you." This infuriated me.

"Because he's not innocent! Ever since I came to this damned school I've been beat and bullied and treated like shit! Just because I'm not like him! Because I'm trans! Because I am not what I was born as." I was in tears now.

"I just want it to be over. I guess it's just hormones on why I lashed out." George nodded.

"Son, what did he do to make you feel like you had to protect you and your baby?" I shook my head.

"He called me a whore. A slut. Then he touched me in places I was not okay with. I felt... I felt he was going to hurt me." George nodded once again.

"On school property?" I nodded. It felt nice to get this off my chest; to tell someone who could do something about it.

"Thank you for telling me, son. I'll take care of it, okay?" I nodded, hugging George.

"So that means I'm off?" George thought about it before nodding.

"Seeing as it was self defense and that he's done quite a bit worse, I'll let you off this time. Just don't let it happen again, okay, son?" I nodded.

"Okay, Dad. See you at home?" He nodded and I walked out.

~two months later~

I woke up at three in the morning to horrible contractions. They were short and spread apart, but after a few I knew it was time to go.

Hercules slept next to me; he never left my side anymore.

"Hercules..." I tried shaking my fiance awake. He only groaned and flipped onto his side.

"H-Hercules..." I shook him more, tears pricking at my eyes from the pain.

"What...?" He groaned in an annoyed tone.

"I-Its... It's time, Hercules..." It took him a moment, but he soon bolted up, nearly falling off the bed.

"You really think so?" I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as another contraction hit. I gripped onto the bed sheets, tears sliding from my eyes.

"I-I'll wake Martha." I nodded; we had been through the plan millions of times.

Hercules left, returning minutes later with both George and Martha. George lifted me up, rushing downstairs to the car, placing me down in the backseat. Martha grabbed my bag, which held things I knew I needed that I had packed a while back.

Contractions only got longer and closer together, and by the time we had gotten to the hospital, I was in constant unbearable pain.

Hours later I was being told to 'push' repetively. It sort of pissed me off.

"Push, baby." I glared at Hercules.

"If you tell me to push one more time I am going to push my dick so far up your ass your ancestors will feel it." Hercules winced as I squeezed his hand tightly again.

"You think that fucking hurts?" I asked, wishing all I had was my hand being crushed.

"I can see the head!" I let out a scream as I continued trying to push the child from my uterus.

This continued for a couple more hours before it was finally over. My hands shook as I held my newborn in my arms. Hercules smiled next to me, not even close to being as exhausted as I was.

"He's got your eyes." He said, kissing me. I smiled tiredly, watching Georges sleep soundly. The nurse soon took him away to... Well, wherever, I was too tired to pay attention, and they moved me to recovery. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, and I got probably the best nights sleep I had gotten in months.

~months later~

I sighed, holding my baby boy in my arms. I had put binding on the shelf for now so I could breastfeed with no problem. I still couldn't get bottom surgery, but we made plans to soon.

I sighed softly, watching Hercules and Georges both sleep; one in my arms, the other on the bed in front of me.

I hadn't gotten a decent nights sleep since the hospital, and I blame Hercules. If he hadn't convinced me to keep Georges that one night, I wouldn't be tired all the time.

Then again, I also wouldn't be happy.

It didn't go according to plan, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Yo, yo, yo! Look who's back! With fluff and kinda angst because James Reynolds is a dick but...

Fluff!

Song: According to Plan from The Corpse Bride

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Happy Pride Month :)

Shout out to my FTM friend iwrotetheother51 because I love ya :)

So yeah. That's it folks. Hope you enjoyed this one and see you guys later. Stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out!!