(This IS an Mpreg story, and will contain birthing!)

Billy groaned as he shifted slightly. He was nine months pregnant, the father to his baby was his boyfriend, Stuart 'Stu' Macher. He glanced over, seeing the taller boy sound asleep.

Billy sat up, one hand over his belly. "Damnit, kid." He groaned, quietly. "You really gotta be a nocturnal baby?" He winced, feeling as his unborn child kicked again. Billy just rolled his eyes, and checked his phone. No texts or calls from his dad, per the usual. Ever since Hank found out Billy was pregnant, and gay, he kicked him out. Hank was always an asshole like that. And Billy's mom had walked out on him, when poor Billy was just a damn kid, because Hank was fucking Sidney's mom, Maureen.

"Mmm... baby?" Stu murmured, sleepily. "C'mon... lay back down. Wanna cuddle you."

"Shit, sorry. I wake ya?" Billy asked.

"No." Stu responded, leaning on his elbows. "You alright?"

"Just some minor pains and cramps. Doc said that was to be expected until I give birth." Billy responded.

"Need anythin'?" Stu asked, more awake now.

"Nah, I'm good. Just want this damn baby outta me already." Billy responded. He huffed again, as their unborn child kicked, yet again.

Stu shifted, and pulled Billy into his arms, gently caressing his rounded belly. "How much longer until the baby comes?" He asked.

"Uh, the due date in October 31st, but babies come when they damn well want to. Could be sooner, could be later." Billy responded. "So, give or take, about a week left."

They laid there, having fallen asleep again, and Stu stirred as warm, crisp sunlight seeped into his bedroom. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, and saw Billy still asleep, curled into him. Stu, ever the sweetheart, didn't have the heart to move an inch, knowing Billy rarely slept most nights. He just laid back down, and draped more of their shared blanket over Billy.

Billy murmured something incoherently, cuddling closer to Stu, but at least he remained asleep. Which, in and of itself, was a win in Stu's book. Stu placed a gentle kiss to Billy's forehead, then to his belly, where their baby resided.

Later that morning, their friends Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Randy Meeks, and Casey Becker, all arrived, to just hang out and binge movies all day.

"Yo, what's up?" Tatum grinned.

"Sup, Tate?" Stu grinned. "Gotta keep it down a bit, Billy's still asleep. He was up most of the night again, small pains and cramps."

"Poor bastard." Randy frowned.

"He ain't got that much longer left, does he?" Casey asked.

"Nope, the doc says about a week left. But we all know how unpredictable births are." Stu responded.

"Damn. So, have y'all figured out the gender yet?" Sidney asked.

"I wanted to know it, Billy didn't. He wants it to be a surprise for him, at least. I won't say without his verbal permission, cause, y'know, he's carrying the baby, and he's gotta push it out." Stu responded.

"Anythin' from his dad?" Randy asked.

"Not a damn peep. It fucked with Billy for a while, but he came to terms with it." Stu responded. "He's still upset over it, understandably so, but he's not too bad now. I just distracted him with baby stuff, horror stuff."

As the day dragged on, Billy joined them after showering, and curled up to Stu, as they watched some stupid ass comedy movie Tatum wanted to watch. He winced as another pain shot through him, but it wasn't a contraction. At least, he didn't think it was.

"You alright, doll?" Stu asked.

"Yeah, fine. Baby just kicked too hard again." Billy assured.

That night, at around 2:30 AM, Billy felt a sharp pain, and felt liquid drip down his legs. "Shit... No, no, no, no, no. Not now." He groaned. "Stu, get your fucking ass up!"

"What? I'm tired." Stu whined, sleepily.

"Yeah, and I'm in fuckin' labor!" Billy snapped, a contraction coursing through him.

Within two hours, Billy's labor had progressed. He was groaning in pain, and just not having a great time right now. He gripped the sheet under him, teeth clenched, as a contraction ripped through him. "Have a home birth, he said. It'll be okay, he said." He grunted.

"I'm sorry." Stu squeaked.

"Oh, you're gonna be fucking sorry!" Billy shouted, a contraction coursing through.

A few hours later, it was a slow, painful process. Billy, by now, was pushing, soaked in sweat. He groaned as he bore down. "Hnngh! I want-ow!- this damn baby out of me!" He shouted, tears cascading down his face.

Stu, trying his best to comfort him, squeezed his hand gently. "You're doing great." He praised. 

Hour after hour, push after push, it left Billy tired, and in tears. Soon enough, the baby was starting to crown. "OW! GET IT THE FUCK OUT, IT BURNS!" Billy sobbed. "GET IT OUT!"

"Shh... shh, it's okay, Bils. Our baby's almost here." Stu comforted.

Within a few minutes, Billy slumped back, exhausted. A baby's wails were heard, and Stu tenderly held their newborn baby. "You did it, Bils." Stu cried. "You did it. God, I'm so fuckin' proud of you."

For a while, once the baby and Billy were cleaned up, Stu cuddled Billy, and their new baby. Sure, they were teenagers, but hey, they'd be better parents than what their own parents were. That much, they swore on their souls.