Chapter 11
After a strictly no alcohol party the Warblers received praise in a school assembly and continued their hard work for Regionals. Two weeks later they were at a football game with the Warblers, Trent and David playing. Wes sat on the edge beside Thad and his uncle whom he had a close bond with. Due to the loss of the boys Niff had decided to try-out and made the team, on the field they were a natural, picking up the rules and plays as fast as they did routines and songs.
They were on their feet when they saw Trent sprint for a catch, "come on baby," Thad murmured. Trent was fast, like, very fast, Thad knew because he was a big guy, sassy and looked like a big teddy bear people underestimated him. A lot. As he ran, no one saw the member of the other team tearing after him, until a low 'Oooo' echoed through the crowd when he got tackled. Hard. The whistle blew and the other guy got up, Trent, stayed down, on his back. The coach sent the medics over immediately and the team crowded him. Before the others could react Thad and Wes were down the stairs and sprinting over, Thad faster then he'd ever run before, the Warblers quick behind them. Skidding he knelt by Trent's head and helped carefully take off his helmet. "Trent?" He whispered, "Trent, please be OK." He took a cool cloth from one of the guys and pressed it to his boyfriend's sweaty face. Thad released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding when Trent's eyes scrunched and he let out a moan of pain as his eyes opened.
"Oww," he looked around "did I make it?"
Thad chuckled, capturing his attention, "almost baby, he got you right after you caught it."
"Thad? I thought you weren't playing?" He was confused, "Ah, my head," he moaned as they helped his sit.
"I'm not, couldn't leave you out here, holy hell," all eyes followed his gaze to a football sized rock right under where Trent's head had been. "Your head is gonna hurt."
"Might be a concussion," the medic said examining Trent's head.
"I don't feel so good," he muttered and a bucket was pushed under his chin in time for him to throw up. A chorus of 'eww' echoed through those present and Thad rubbed his back, muttering something about 'role reversal' or something.
"Done?" He nodded. "Come on kid, let's get you inside." The team helped him stand and Thad helped the coach support him while he limped inside, he heard something like twisted ankle but he was just really tired.
"Trent, you have to stay awake," Thad urged. They were alone in the locker room he was helping Trent out of his uniform and into jeans and jumper.
"I'm tired baby, five more minutes."
"Trent, come on, just, put your hoodie on, then we can sit and watc-" he cut off with a sharp intake of breath, catching Trent's full- if still dazed and hazy- attention.
"What is it?"
"I felt it kick." He grinned, taking Trent's hand and pressing it to his right side where the nudge had been.
"I don-" his face broke into a grin, "I felt it. He cutie, daddy's here, I love you," he turned his face to Thad's "I love you too." Standing he pulled Thad to him.
"I was so scared."
"I'm Ok baby." He soothed. "Help me with the jumper and we can watch the game, but be warned I'm still tired."
They won the game and Thad had strict instructions to wake Trent every two hours to make sure he was OK, Niff said they would help, considering Thad needed his sleep too and Wes and David said they wanted to help too, so they ordered pizza and decided and all night movie marathon would help keep them awake.
The next day the nurse checked Trent over and gave the all clear that he could go home for the weekend and happily so, because he and the other five were staying in his house to decorate the baby's room and go shopping for clothes, for both Thad and Wes. Trent lived in four bedroom house. Perfect for when he had his friends stopover in couples his room was the largest, and had a right next to the room for his daughter, second largest. Formally his mother's but she said if she visited she'd stay in a guest room.
"So, what colour are we painting this?" Jeff asked, they were all wearing their old Warbler shirt from the previous year. Well, Thad was wearing a last year's bigger size that was left over to compensate his growing bump.
"OK, Jeff, you and Trent are artists, so you will be working on that wall, we would like a mural of a sky with clouds and a rainbow."
"On it," Jeff agreed proudly helping Trent open a tin of paint.
"Us guys will work on these three and they need to be just yellow. Nuetral colour, we aren't bombarding our daughter with pink. We want her to decide what she likes."
"Sounds good, let's get to work." Wes said picking up a roller.
First layer of paint drying they cleaned up, changed and headed to the mall where the two pregnant boys looked for new uniform. Back at the house they ordered pizza and put on a movie.
