~Author's Note~
I'm sorry that the last chapter was so bad and that this chapter isn't much better but I've kind of had writer's block and so my chapters have SUCKED. The story has been longer than I thought it would be and school starts next week so I don't know if I can update this as often as I'd like to. Anyway, please don't suffer through this chapter too badly.

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~Chris' POV~

I thought that the ride back to London would be awkward, but it seemed that Jonny really had cleared the air with Guy, and really, we all chatted about different things. We discussed how school and Guy admitted that he might drop out, as he didn't think he would pass anyway, and how Will was trying to talk him out.

"Guy, you can barely afford to feed yourself, let alone rent a flat," Will said from the seat in front of me. Jonny and I were sitting together in the back seat, and Will and Guy in the middle. Phil had offered to drive since apparently, Dave had driven them here. I cuddled with Jon and laughed at Will's half-joke.

"Yeah, Guy. Unless you can find one for cheap on Ebay," Jonny said with a chuckle, making my heart flutter.

"Ah, shut up you wankers," Guy replied, a smile creeping over his handsome features nonetheless.

"You're dating a future hobo," I said to Will, shaking my head playfully. "How will your parents feel when you tell them?"

Will laughed and kissed Guy's cheek.

"Hey! I hear love back there! You know the rules!" Phil called back. "No love in the van!"

I laughed. "Phil, don't be such a party pooper," Dave said. It was strange, seeing Dave interacting with Guy, Will, Phil, and Jonny, as if they had been mates their whole lives. He had been the one to come up with the name Coldplay, which I agree is a beautiful name for the band.

At Dave's remark, Will and Guy laughed. "You can never pin our love down!" Guy said, nearly tackling Will in a hug and a shower of kisses.

"You guys are gross. Why can't you behave like Chris and Jonny?" Phil asked, pretending to gag.

I laughed, as did Jonny. "They have an excuse! Jon is pregnant! They can't have sex yet!" Guy defended, sending the rest of us into stitches.

When we were about an hour away from London, the guys started questioning me about where I would go, which I had been questioning since Jonny first told me that me that he still loved me.

"I don't know," I admitted.

Jonny sighed and rubbed my back. He knew why I couldn't go back to my mum's, but I might be able to go to my dad's. I haven't talked to him in ages, but surely he would let me stay with him for awhile. "Maybe my dad's," I thought aloud. I had never really told Jonny the story about my dad. In fact, I really hadn't mentioned him at all. Nothing bad had happened, really, it was just that as the eldest in a family of five, my dad always seemed to pay less and less mind to me as my siblings were being born. Eventually, it got the point of negligence. Not on purpose, but he had to work all the time and in sometimes when feeding the younger ones, he would forget about me, locked in my room with my guitar. I stayed with my dad every other week when my parents first got divorced, but as my siblings got older, so did my dad, and his stress levels increased. It eventually got to where the social services deemed my dad unfit to be my dad, and he got to keep my half-siblings, but not me. I was forced to live with the man that brought pain to me every day, and my poor mother that could do nothing about it.

Jonny looked at me with a worried look in his eyes. "Let's stop by your dad's. We can explain everything and hope that he'll let you stay for awhile."

I nodded, and grabbed Jonny's hand. "I love you, Jonny," I said, and waited for Guy or Phil's snarky reply, but none came.

"I love you, too," Jonny replied, smiling, and sneaking a kiss on my lips.

"Don't pretend like I didn't see that," Dave said from the front seat, and I laughed. Jonny just blushed.

"See what?"

I gave Phil the directions to my dad's house and suddenly grew very anxious. What if my dad didn't accept me being gay? What if he didn't understand? What if he refused to let me stay with him? Where would I go? I had no backup plan. Surely he would let me stay. After all, I'm his eldest son. Surely he loves me still.

When we pulled into the driveway, I gripped Jonny's hand tightly and he squeezed. "Jon, just call me when you want me to pick you up, ok?" Will told my boyfriend, at least, we acted like boyfriends. We hadn't made it official yet, though, we hadn't made our breakup official either. I supposed that made it even.

We got out of the car and waved to them as they drove back to the University that we all used to attend together. I held Jonny's hand as we walked up the walkway to my dad's house, and for a brief moment, I considered not telling my dad about us. However, as I looked over and saw those supporting green eyes, and I knew that my dad had to know about us. Jonny was the love of my life, I was sure of it. I didn't know of anything could make me hate him as I thought he had not three days ago.

I squeezed his hand one last time before ringing the doorbell, and we both stood anxiously as we waited for someone to answer the door.

When the door swung opened, it was not my father, but my half-sister who we saw. "Sarah?" I questioned, as if to make sure it was really her.

She looked just as confused as I was. "Chris? What are you doing here?"

I had nothing against Sarah. She had always treated me like a brother, even though some of my other siblings weren't as kind.

"Er... it's a long story. Do you mind if we come in?" I asked.

She shrugged and motioned for us to come inside. "This is Jonny, by the way," I said, since I knew he'd be too shy to introduce himself.

She smiled a bit too sweetly at him. She was only 16, but I knew when she was flirting. "He's my boyfriend," I told her quickly, making her face drop.

"Dad won't be happy," she said, but I already knew that he was religious. I didn't mind, really. I wasn't asking for his blessing, only for him to shelter me until we could find a better place to go.

"I know, but that's not what matters right now."

We sat down on the couch with Sarah awkwardly. "Where's Dad?" I asked. Jonny sat silently, and I knew that he probably felt extremely uncomfortable, especially after Sarah's comment, so I took his hand.

"Probably in his office. Want me to go check?"

"Uh... yeah, that'd be nice."

I sat next to Jonny nervously, and I looked to him for support. He looked nervous as well, but why I didn't know. Was he thinking about telling my dad about his pregnancy? We'd have to tell him eventually. Or, could it be that he was imagining something else? Was he imagining my father kicking him out and beating me like my step-father would have? Did he want my father's blessing? Was he afraid that my father wouldn't let me stay and I'd have to find somewhere else?

His eyes met mine and I silently told him that everything would be ok. His eyes sparkled the way they did when he was happy, and his tense posture relaxed.

Sarah returned with my dad, and he looked nearly shocked to see me. "Chris! I didn't think you'd ever come see me again!" I stood up and he pulled me in for a hug.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my dad after all!" I grinned at him and he looked slightly more at ease.

"Yeah, but after everything..."

I waved his apology(?) away and sat down, as did he. Sarah tried to sit with us, but Dad waved her away and told her to go find her little sister and to play with him. She groaned, complaining that she never got to do anything fun, and I chucked and grabbed hold on Jonny's hand again.

"So, there was something I wanted to ask you, but there's a lot of explaining to do beforehand," I began My father nodded for me to continue, and I did so. "So, you know how Chad pulled me out of UCL?" I asked him, referring to my step-father.

He nodded. "It wasn't his right to do so. Your mother and I were the ones paying for your tuition."

I nodded. "I know, but he did. Did he ever tell you why?"

My father shook his head. "That man never explains anything he does."

"Well, he didn't tell me either, but I know why he did." I looked over at Jonny, who was looking at my curiously, and I realized that even he didn't know why exactly I was taken away from him. "It was because he heard about Jonny, and what we did. He was so angry, he immediately pulled me out." My father looked at me confused. "Jonny and I are dating," I explained. "And the night before Chad showed up at the school, we had sex."

Dad's eyes widened and I squeezed Jonny's hand nervously. "You're gay?" He asked cautiously.

I shrugged. "I honestly thought I was straight until I met Jonny." I smiled at Jonny and I watched as his green eyes sparkle with delight. "He's very sweet and I love him," I said, making my dad sigh.

"Well, obviously it's not ideal, but I'll accept you no matter what, son."

I smiled. Even after all those years of being neglected by my own dad, he still accepted me and I wondered if it was possible that he could even love me.

"Well, anyway, there's more," I said. "I didn't get to talk to Jonny for another four months because I never got to say goodbye and I had my mobile taken away. I saw him for the first time since in Liverpool a couple days ago."

"Liverpool? What were you doing in Liverpool?"

I blushed. "I ran away from Chad and was living there for a few months while I tried to figure out what to do." I didn't explain to him about how I thought that Jonny hated me so I had left also to escape from him.

He rolled his eyes at the mention of Chad and nodded for me to continue. "Uh..." I shared a look with Jonny, letting him know what I was thinking.

Jonny cleared his throat and shifted nervously in his spot on the sofa. "I-I'm pregnant, sir."

My dad looked at Jonny like he was crazy, then down to his stomach, then back to me. I nodded, and began to explain what he had told me, about how he had been born with women reproductive organs, and how my sperm had entered his body at just the right time, and how he was now four, almost five, months pregnant with our child.

"Well..." was all my father said afterwards. I nodded and turned back to Jonny, who already looked exhausted.

"Well, now I'm back in London with Jonny and don't have anywhere to stay, " I said. "And I was wondering if you would let me live here for awhile, just until we're able to afford a flat or something."

My father smiled. "Of course, son. Anything to make up for those years that I... you know." The worry lines on his forehead seemed to grow much more prominent when he brought up the past, as if he was worried that I would yell at him for being a horrible dad any time he mentioned it.

I nodded. "Thanks, Dad. I promise I won't stay for long," I promised. Of course, I didn't know how long it would be before we'd have enough money to rent out a flat, but hopefully less than four months.

Jonny checked the time and stood up. "I really should be going," he said. I stood up with him and smiled sadly.

"Are you going back to school?" I asked him.

He blushed and shook his head. "No, actually I have an appointment at the clinic today."

I looked back at my dad, who was watching us carefully. "Can I come with you?" I asked him quietly.

He looked somewhat surprised that I had asked him if I could come, but I was the dad, after all. I wanted to be with my boyfriend through everything, and I had missed four months of the most important time in our lives.

Then, he smiled and nodded. "I'll go call Phil," he said, and stepped outside.

Now that it was just my dad and I, my dad stood up and looked at me. "Does your mother know?"

He didn't have to explain for me to understand that he was talking about Jonny's pregnancy. I shook my head. "I haven't talked to her since I uh... ran away." It was strange to say "running away", since it seemed like such a child's thing to say, something that seemed so farfetched and impossible.

"Do you want me to tell her for you? I'll make sure that Chad doesn't know," he offered, and I smiled.

"That would be great, Dad. Thank you."

He pulled me in for a hug, and I could feel how sincerely he had missed me. "I'm really sorry about being a crappy dad when I had you with me," he said. "Having five kids was too many, not that I regret any of you, it was just more than I could handle. Then, when Alice left me, and refused to take custody of any of your half-siblings, I was left to be a single dad, and the business was falling apart, and I really didn't have that much money. I always loved you, but with you being older, you got easier to care for while the others got harder. I'm really sorry. I never meant to abandon you or leave you with Chad."

I nodded and just allowed myself to feel warmed and loved by his embrace. "It's alright, Dad. I understand."

"But you'll never forgive me," my dad concluded. I didn't reply to that, I just let myself be hugged by my dad for the first time in years.

"Chris, are you ready? Phil is already here," Jonny's voice called from the front door.

I let go of my dad and nodded back towards him in understanding. "I'll see you later, then," I said.

He smiled and waved at me as Jonny and I left.

"So you fixed things with your dad, then?" Jonny asked once we were in the car with Phil.

I smiled and nodded. "It's strange," I remarked. "Ever since you came back into my life, it seems that my life is coming together again."

Jonny giggled. "Does that mean I'm the magic charm?"

Phil groaned. "I am never driving around another couple for as long as I live," he mumbled.

I laughed. "You're just jealous that you don't have a girlfriend," I teased.

"Trust me, if I had a girlfriend, I would not call her my 'magic charm.'"

"Technically, I didn't call him that. He did that to himself."

Jonny giggled and made a show of kissing my cheek to annoy Phil, who groaned again.

"There, we're here. Now get out of my car, you wankers."

Jonny and I both laughed and walked into the clinic together. As soon as the nurse saw us, she recognized Jonny and smiled. "Hello, Jonathan! I'll tell the doctor that you're here."

We looked at each other, then back to the nurse. "Hello, sir, may I help you?" She said, finally acknowledging my presence.

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm with Jonny."

She nodded and told us to follow her down a hallway, where she took us into a small room. She asked Jonny to stand on the scale, and he nearly laughed at his weight. "I grew another four pounds," he explained.

I smiled. "Part of that is probably just you eating too much chocolate!" I teased.

He scoffed. "If anyone is the chocoholic, it's you," he replied and I shrugged.

"You're not wrong!"

We laughed and after the nurse took his blood pressure, we were taken down to another room, where there was an examination table and two chairs. "Jonathan, if you'd sit on the table, please, the doctor will be with you shortly," the nurse said.

She left, leaving me to help Jonny onto the table. "OOF! Jesus Christ, you're getting heavy!" I teased.

He laughed and punched my arm playfully. "Shut up, you wanker!"

When the doctor came in, we both tensed up. What he tell us about our baby? Would it be good news or bad? Would we find out the gender? Would he give us a due date?

"Hello, gentlemen," he greeted. "Jonathan, I see you've brought someone different today."

He nodded. "Yeah, this is Chris. He's my boyfriend," he said with a grin.

The doctor nodded, not really caring, it seemed. "The same boyfriend who got you pregnant?" He asked, looking through some paperwork he was holding. Jonny grinned goofily and nodded. "Great, now shall we check on your baby, Jonathan?" The doctor suggested with a grin.

He brought in equipment that I remembered seeing when Alice was pregnant with my brother, Al. The doctor took out a wand with gel at the end of it and began rubbing around Jonny's stomach. I blushed at the sight, but Jonny seemed used to it, so I said nothing. "Do you want to know the gender of your baby?" The doctor asked, still waiting on a picture to appear on the monitor.

I looked to Jonny. "I don't mind, really. It's Jonny Boy's decision," I said.

"If I'm deciding, then I think I'd like to keep it secret, thank you."

The doctor smiled. "You like a surprise, eh?"

Jonny smiled his beautiful smile and nodded.

When the picture finally appeared on the monitor, the doctor gasped in surprise. "Oh!" He cried.

Immediately, I worried. What if something bad had happened to our baby? What if I wouldn't be able to be a dad at all, after I had already become so excited, so willing for this? I wanted to be a dad, and now it might be ripped away from me, just as Jonny was.

"What's wrong?" I asked quickly, my eyes already watering. This couldn't be happening.

The doctor pointed out some blobs on the monitor. "You see this? The baby's head is caught on something."

"What? What is it? Should we be concerned? Is it life-threatening?" I know I sounded like an overprotective mother, but I was truly worried for Jonny and our child.

The doctor chuckled. "Actually, it means that there's something else in there."

Jonny and I shared a confused look, and then it seemed to hit us both at the same time. "Wait, you don't mean to tell us that I'm having twins, do you!?" Jonny asked from the examination table.

The doctor chuckled. "Actually, I do! Congratulations, you two!"

I stared at the screen, my mouth agape. Twins, I thought. I wasn't sure whether or not to celebrate. One child already complicated things. We barely had enough money to care for one. How on Earth were we going to care for two?

I looked back at Jonny, however, and he looked thrilled. So, despite my worries and doubts, I smiled. "Jonny Boy! It's no wonder you were growing twice as fast!" I teased.

He giggled, and when the doctor told us that both of our children were healthy, he stood up and kissed me passionately. "Damn, your sperm really does do work!" He said, and I laughed.

"Yep! It performs miracles," I played along, kissing him again.

When we got into Phil's car, who was waiting for us in the parking lot, I sighed. "What's wrong, Chris? Bad news?"

Jonny sat beside me looking confused. "No, great news, actually. Jonny is having twins," I said.

"That's great, mate! Why are you upset?" Phil asked.

I sighed again and shook my head. "Because we barely have enough money to support ourselves. How are we gonna have enough to support ourselves, a child, and yet another one?"

Jonny looked at me sadly. "Love, we'll find a way. You'll see."

I shook my head. "How? Music doesn't pay enough."

Jonny bit his lips and Phil answered for him. "Look, Chris. I have an idea. Maybe you could rejoin the band so that you can get a part of any funds we make, then we could all work part-time jobs on the side."

"But you blokes already have a band together. I would be interrupting an already good band by joining so late. Besides, while I would definitely have enough time to work part-time, you have school. You can't focus on three different things at once. It just won't work."

Phil thought for a moment, but it was Jonny who spoke. "You could take my job as singing. You're better than me, anyway."

"But J-"

"Trust me, my singing is bloody awful!" He said with a chuckle.

I sighed. Phil spoke up, then. "Guy said he was going to drop out of school. Maybe he'd help you."

"You think he would?" I asked.

Jonny smiled. "Of course he would! He's our best mate!"

I smiled. "You truly are the best, J. You, too, Phil."

"And we'll be able to rent a flat soon," Jonny added, bringing my hopes up again.

"You're right. I'm much more excited for this adventure with you, Jonny Boy."

I grinned and kissed him, making Phil groan again. "I love you, J."

"Rent a room, you two!" Phil said, ending Jonny and my lovey talk.

When we got back to my dad's house, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with Jonny and rest my head on my boyfriend's growing stomach. I wanted to tell the twins that I loved them and lay on him all him.

"See you tomorrow after class, love. I'll be over here at around five?"

I grinned. "Sounds great, beautiful."

Phil rested his hand on the steering wheel and waited for me to leave so he could take himself and Jonny back to University.

I got out and waved as they backed out of the driveway.

"Welcome back, Chris!" My dad greeted at the door. "How did the appointment go?"

For the first time since the news, I grinned. "He's having twins, Dad."

My dad was stoked at the news. He was going to be a grandfather to two little ones now, rather than just one.

A melody came to mind, and I took my guitar, which I realized I had left in the living room earlier, and locked myself in my room so I could play. I was feeling so inspired. I was high on life, and on love. I was in love with my boyfriend and our two future children, and I couldn't wait to see what they would look like.

We would be great parents. I couldn't wait to watch our children grow up. We would always be there for them, and support them through everything. I swore to be a better parent than my own were, and I couldn't wait to get started on that promise.

After a long, soapy shower, I fell asleep that night, happy for the first time in a very long time.