#daxtonxprescott

Daxton had known he was a pregnant for a month now. He did his best to hide it. The small bump on his middle was hidden relatively well but the mood swings, morning sickness, and cravings were the hardest to hide. Him and Prescott were in a silent period after he had yelled at him the other night for going through Daxton’s suitcase in search for extra toothpaste. Daxton’s pregnant brain seemed to take it as Prescott snooping and he might have been a bit paranoid seeing as he had held the positive pregnancy test away in there. He just didn’t want to ruin their travel plans. They just had one more month and he knew Prescott would want to cut their trip short if he found out. He’d want to rush them to Virginia and start preparing the house and Prescott would be in a frenzy. Daxton packed the suitcase silently and felt his stomach lurch and bit his bottom lip walking casually to the bathroom and shutting the door before throwing up into the toliet making sure to hold back the awful sound of him vomiting. He wiped his mouth and brushed his teeth again and pulled up his shirt a bit resting his hand on the bump a bit. He got on the flight which was full of constant bathroom breaks to throw up. Prescott and him still didn’t say a word as the taxi drove them to the hotel. He wondered if he should tell him. The silence between them was practically ruining the trip anyways. He really wanted to see Russia and Japan now. He’d made it through Spain and Greece just fine after finding out in Italy. He was about to say something when they got up to the room but Prescott did first. “Do you just not love me anymore? Is that it? Do you just not want to break up with me so your being awful to me so that I do it.” Daxton looked at him and burst into tears a sudden wave of emotion that crashed over him. “No…Prescott I love you I do.” “Then start acting like it.” Prescott screamed at him. He sniffed and was about to say something but ran off to the bathroom quickly vomiting. Prescott rushed to his side rubbing his back. “Babe are you okay? Maybe we should get you to a doctor.” He threaded his fingers through Daxton’s hair. Daxton cried softly and shook his head. “No…” “Come on if your sick…” “No I’m not…I’m pregnant.” He cried. “Your what?” Prescott said. “I’m pregnant okay!” He sobbed. “Why didn’t you tell me? How far along?” “Two months, I…didn’t want to ruin our trip.” Prescott rubbed his back. “Baby its okay. Your not ruining anything.” Prescott said pulling the boy into his arms to comfort him.