Rewriting something short and cute because I can.

(My boys are married congrats to them)
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"HONEY IM HOME!" Micheal calls into his house.

He tosses his imaginary fedora onto the coat rack like he's in a 50's sitcom. He kicks the door closed, waiting for Jeremy to appear. After all, what's a 50's husband without his 50's wife.

But Jeremy doesn't appear.
Considering Jeremy always greets Micheal after work, whether with a kiss or a hello or a 'sup fuckwad', Micheal is borderline concerned.

"Hellooooo~" he calls in a sing song voice.

He sticks his head into their cosy living room. He expects to see his husband huddled under a blanket, yelling at some British baking show because one of the contestants didn't use the right ratio for buttercream to fondant.

But he's only greeted by their cat, who sleeps soundly on a knitted blanket.

"Jer? You here babe?" He renters the hallway, practically scratching his head.

Jeremy's car is parked in the driveway. He couldn't have gone out, right? Well he could've gone for a walk. But it's freezing outside! Why would he go out in that!

Micheal checks the kitchen. Instead of his husband, he finds a stack of dirty dishes that are practically forming mould. Then he notices a note on the table.

Check the oven
- Jer <3

Micheal chuckles softly. It's more in a 'what the fuck is going on way' than a 'i love my cute husband' way.

Following the instructions, he opens the oven. Maybe there's a pizza, or a cake! Or a- Wait a minute.
Sitting on the tray, is a burger bun.

Puzzled, Micheal takes it in his hand and examines it. No secret writing or code. No smell of garlic. Just a plain old burger bun.

Jeremy knocks on the kitchen door. He's wearing an insanely oversized t-shirt with a chicken drinking tequila on it, for some reason.
He grins in excitement.
"Hey Mikey"

Micheal turns to him. He holds the burger bun in the air with furrowed brows.
"I don't understand. Are we having burgers for dinner?"

Jeremy scoffs with a little smile.
"No burgers are gross"

"Okay then what does this mean?" Micheal asks.

"What is it?"

"This?"
Micheal raises a eyebrow, eyeing the burger bun again.
"It's a burger bun"

"And where did you find it?" Jeremy eggs him on.

"In the oven?"

"There you go"

"There you go what? I don't get it"

Jeremy sighs.
"Okay, what are you holding?"

"We have established that it's a burger bun"

"And where was it?"

"In the oven"

"Now put it together" Jeremy finishes.

"A burger bun in the oven? A bun in the- oh my god"
The bun slips from his grasp and lands on the floor.
"Jeremy.......a-are you..... are you pregnant?"

Jeremy snorts.
"Dude! No, not me. That would be a medical fucking miracle. Who else could be pregnant I wonder . . . ?"

Micheal gasps. His hands fall to his stomach.
"Am I pregnant?"

Jeremy would roll his eyes if he wasn't so happy.
"No Mike. Remember our surrogate? Christine?"

Micheal gasps even louder.
"The insemination worked?!"

"The insemination worked" Jeremy smiles.

Micheal grabs his husband, lifting him up and spinning him around.
"I CANT BELIEVE IT! WE'RE GONNA BE DADS! OH MY GOD JEREMY!"

Micheal places him back on the ground, as Jeremy wipes his face. Both of them laugh through their happy tears. They grow borderline hysterical- but who can blame them! Not only do they get to marry the man of their dreams, but they can now have a child together.

Micheal cups Jeremy's face and kisses him sweetly on the lips.

"I-I can't believe it. I actually can't believe it worked! oh my god. Jeremy, I love you so much. I-I can't wait to raise a child with you"

Jeremy wraps his arms around Micheals neck.
"I hope you do now that we're knocked up"

"You bitch, you ruined the moment"

"Worth it"

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This chapter originally contained Trans!Jeremy but I really didn't like how I portrayed him so I rewrote it.

Should I write Trans!Boyfs in the future? If so give me a scenario to put it in because my creativity is tapped dry

- Avery