*Barrel's POV*
I slowly opened my eyes, and after a second, the blurry figures focused, and I could see just fine. Over my knees that were still spread apart, I could see someone with shaggy, sandy-blonde hair, lime green headphones, a white, short-sleeved tee, blue jeans, and red sneakers. He was beginning to leave...and I wanted to have a word with him; I had finally found the courage.
"PewDiePie," I slurred. The Swede turned around, and looked over to me. I moved my head, and beckoned for him to come as a silent "C'mere a sec." Pewdie smiled a tiny bit, and slowly came over. He sat by the bed, and I took a deep breath. "PewDiePie," I calmly said. "You probably won't believe I'm saying this to ye...but...thank you. Very, very much. If you didn't help me there, I could've died. Th-thank you." Pewdie shook his head with a smile. "I'd always help someone who needs help," he said softly.
I scratched my chin. "You know, Pewds," I whispered. "All of this time...I've felt bad about hurting you with that last attack I pulled off there. I just wanted to be nice to you...so I ditched my Barrels. I've been a real jerk to ye in the past, and you didn't do anything to me. I'm real, real sorry for all of it. I'm taking everything back. Everything." Then I swallowed hard, and waited for Pewdie's response.
Pewdie's turquoise eyes met mine, sparkling with happiness. "It's okay, Barrel," he said, his voice raspy and soft. "You know...you didn't have to keep it inside of you. I would've believed you if you told me a long time ago." He held my hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He wrapped my hand back around the baby in my arms, and held up a fist shyly. "BroFist?," he asked very quietly. I smiled, and gave him a BroFist. And I meant it with all of my heart.
There was a bit of a silence for a little bit, as Pewdie looked at my baby. "What's his name?," he asked. "My baby boy's name is Crate," I said, planting a kiss on Crate's forehead. "You know, Barrel," Pewdie said, "You did really good pushing him out considering you almost died. I don't know how you guys do it!" He giggled, and stroked Crate's throat. "He looks just like you and Jennifer."
Jennifer, who was washing herself off in the water bucket, snapped her head up. "What?," she asked the surrounding air as she heard her name. Pewdie and I laughed again. Then we went quiet again as Pewdie gently ran his fingers through Crate's wet, dark brown hair.
Since I couldn't think of anything else to say, I gave Pewdie a very friendly smile. He smiled back. "You know, a smile looks good on you, Barrel," Pewdie said. "It suits you much, much better than that smirk you always had on." I cocked my head to the side a little, with a little giggle. "Well, you'll be seeing this smile much more often than that smirk."
Pewds patted my back. "I'm glad. It makes you look like a very nice man, and extremely friendly," he said. I blushed a tiny bit. "Thanks, Pewds. Thank you so, so much," I said. "F-for everything you've done for me. You're a real friend, and a true, true bro."
Pewdie smiled, and patted my shoulder. "Well, I'd better go," he said. I nodded. "Alright then. See you around...Bro," I said with a smile. Pewdie got up, and gave my shoulder a pat again. "See you 'round, brah." he said before heading off.