Hey, y'all! I've got some questions, because I'm like, totally blanking out on this. Either tweet me, or leave me a review with your answers…

Name for the kid? Don't know the gender…And the reasoning behind the name, please.

And c-section, or natural birth…I was thinking c-section…'Cause a natural birth would be weird you know? Tweet me, or review with your answers! I'll be waiting…

It's been two months since I almost killed Adam Mitchel Lambert. Two fucking months since I almost killed the father of this demon child I'm carrying within me. I'm probably going to name it Diablo or something. Shithead. Yea, it'll come out and its name is going to be Shithead Diablo Lambert. Fuck me, that's a great name. But I'm putting this thing up for adoption, so I shouldn't be thinking of names. Anyway, I'm going off topic. Adam might as well be dead. He hasn't woken up for two fucking months. He just lies in bed, eyes shut, and unmoving. And it fucking sucks. Not only because I have to handle this ludicrous situation by myself, but having someone's life in my hands is unbearable. I, me, Tommy Joe Ratliff, did this to him because I got angry. I'll never be able to forgive myself for as long as I live. Even if he does come out alive, I'll always have this nagging feeling telling me that I'm a douche bag.

Of course, I didn't tell my mom the whole truth. I told her that he fell when he was walking down the stairs and tripped. I was a coward covering up my own pathetic tracks. It's pathetic, I know, but I couldn't bear to tell her. Then I would have to explain the entire story to Lily, and honestly, I didn't want to do that. Fuck me; I did not want to do that. Not only would she not be able to handle it, I just couldn't stand telling her that her one and only son is pregnant. I couldn't put her through that kind of stress.

But during these two months, I've learned more about Adam then I think I would have actually discussing his life with him in depth. And honestly, I enjoyed learning these things (even though they weren't good). Apparently he has no parents and takes care of his younger brother Neil. He's still in middle school, only being fourteen and three years younger than Adam. His parents died in a car accident about five years ago when he was twelve, but he refused to go to a foster home (that's where his stubborn nature started, I guess). So, they decided that their neighbor would take care of them until Adam turned fifteen. So for the past two years they've been living alone.

And honestly, learning this information made me learn more about him and understand him better. I was thinking, maybe, just maybe the reason he's like this is because he doesn't have any parents. So his grief is in the form of "bullying". And I just so happened to be his victim. Truth be told, I'm starting to feel sorry for Adam.

As for me, I'm fucking three fucking months fucking pregnant. Fuck me. This morning I looked in the mirror and it looked like I gained about ten pounds on my stomach. I wear pretty loose shirts so no one should notice, but still…Some day I'll be too big for no one to notice. Plus, with Adam on my conscious, I hadn't been taking care of myself as much as I probably should. Like not eating or taking any of those pills pregnant women are supposed to take (I've been doing my research).

I sighed lightly as I entered the hospital, nodding to the front desk. They knew who I was. I visit every day to see Adam and this has been going on ever since he entered the fucking hospital. Each day, I hope that he'll open his eyes. Just open those gorgeous crystal orbs and I can look into them and smile, telling him how sorry I fucking am. Because I was so fucking sorry. I've never regretted anything more in my life. And three months before if I had pushed him down some stairs, I'd be on a fucking riot, so happy. He's been making my life hell, and even if he did make me so pissed off, I can't help but feel some weird kind of bond or connection with him…

With a sigh I pushed open his door and saw that he was sitting up, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head leaning on them, looking out the window. The sun came in at such an angle that it looked like he was a levitating angel. So beautiful. He was absolutely…

I gasped and he turned his head towards me. And I didn't see anger or anything twisted within his face. I just saw a pair of lonely and distance eyes that for some reason I thought needed comforting. Shit. No, you can't think like that. You need to do whatever he wants. You owe him big fucking time, Thomas.

"A-Adam?" I stuttered lightly, shutting the door (not once taking my gaze from his beautiful face) and trying to remember how to breath. Not only was he awake, but I could finally rid myself of the part of my brain that kept saying he would die. I could get my life back on track and not just sit in my room eating ice cream all the time. His features were framed to perfection right now. So…

He didn't say anything. He just lifted his arms up and spread them wide, inviting me into a hug. I couldn't help but allow tears to come to my eyes as I raced to him and tackled him into the bed, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head into his chest, sobbing. "I-I'm so s-sorry-"

"Shh, it's alright. Just be quiet…" he murmured, kissing the top of my head and holding me tightly. Well he certainly hasn't gotten the bossy part out of him yet…I don't know how long we stayed like this, but all I know was that his heart was beating against my ear and it was the most beautiful melody I would ever hear. I could stay like this forever. Just allow the world to stop, time to freeze, and I would be happy. Just here in his arms. And I never thought I would say that about Adam Lambert. I finally lifted my head from his chest, sniffling a little and looking up at him. "I-I'm-"

He put his index finger over my lips with a faint smile. "Glitterbaby, you don't have to apologize. I don't remember much about what happened, but whatever. It doesn't matter. It's only been, like what? Two months. No big deal, right?" he said, smiling a bit more and I gasped. How could he not be mad? He's Adam fucking Lambert. The guy that I got so angry at, I pushed him down a flight of stairs. Is this even possible? But I couldn't help but get red at my nickname.

Glitterbaby? He's called me that before when we were in the bathroom, but this time he said it so sweetly. I should think of an equally cute nickname for him. He's so sweet. Well, right now, anyway. He's kind of bipolar- Stop thinking so much, Thomas and just go with it!

"How's…Um…" he gulped lightly, his eyes resting on my growing stomach. I blushed and shrugged. This wasn't a topic I liked discussing (as you probably already know), but he's the father, so I kind of have to keep him updated on crap like this. But then again, I haven't been taking care of it, so he's going to be pissed about that.

"I don't know. Haven't seen a doctor or anything, but I'm sure it's fine. Doesn't really matter…" I mumbled a dark blushing rising to my cheeks and burning through my flesh. I could see a frown tugging on his lips and I sighed. His eyes were piercing into my soul. He was angry, just like I thought…

"Glitterbaby, I don't want you to act like that. I woke up after two months and you just told me that in that period of time, you didn't take care of my baby?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and I sighed ever more, my heart fluttering from my new nickname. I whimpered lightly in defeat, and he must have taken that as a sign he had caught me in the act of crime. "Come here…" he murmured, laying back down and pulling me into his chest. His hands curled around and landed on my stomach where he gasped. "Fuck, you've actually grown!" he exclaimed, grinning and nestling into the crook of my neck. It tickled, but I wouldn't let him know that my neck was my weak spot.

I rolled my eyes. This affection was foreign, but so fucking nice. I think I could get use to this. Just lying in bed with Adam. I could handle this. "That has a tendency to happen. I'm about three months along, Adam." I heard him chuckle into my skin. What did I say that was so fucking funny?

"When does she start kicking?" he asked and I blinked, looking back at him. She? Does he honestly think I'm carrying a chick in my stomach? Uh, HELL no. I'm going to raise a boy. Well, actually not raise because I'm putting it up for adoption. But with the way Adam's talking, it sounds like he wants to raise this kid…Oh, shit…

"What makes you so sure it's a girl?" I asked raising an eyebrow and he blushed, burying his head into my neck and groaning. So. Fucking. Cute.

"I don't know. I've always wanted a baby girl, I guess. That's all…" he mumbled and I chuckled. Now it's my turn to tease him. Payback's a bitch. I hear the click of a door and turned my head to the frame.

The door opened and a brunette who I had grown to know as Neil walked in and he sighed in relief. I stiffened lightly, trying to get up, but Adam's grasp tightened around me and I was virtually stuck. Why was he still letting me be in his arms? Doesn't he not want his brother to find out that he's gay? Wouldn't that just be the end of the world?

"Adam. I got a call from the nurse and she said you were up. Thank fucking GOD!" he grumbled, sitting in a chair right next to the bed. He looked relived. Probably because of all the stress. Paying for these hospital bills is going to be a bitch.

"Hey, don't use that kind of language. You're fourteen. No fuck," Adam scowled, getting a serious look on his face. I was just kind of awkwardly squished in between them. Neil suddenly got a smug look on his face.

"Your new boy toy, Adam?" he asked, and I blushed deeply, groaning. So he totally disregarded Adam's discipline and attacks me? That's great.

"NO! He's my new and first boyfriend, Neil. Tommy, Neil, Neil, Tommy." He introduced us and his brother raised an eyebrow. Hold on. Did he just call me his boyfriend? Okay, what alternate universe am I in? Opposite Day or something? I couldn't possibly he Adam Lambert's boyfriend. That's weird. So fucking weird. I would never think in a million years that that was even possible! Just, No. I mean, I'm not saying that it's a bad thing or anything, but I certainly wasn't expecting it. I mean, come on! Me? Adam's boyfriend? Just…No…

"I was wondering why you came to the hospital everyday. Didn't think Adam had any friends…" he pondered, smirking and looking at me. "I'll leave you two alone to discuss things. Oh, by the way, Adam. I need you back at the house pretty soon. I haven't cleaned that thing out in like…FOREVER." Then he walked out the door.

"You came to my room every day?" Adam asked, raising both his eyebrows in surprise. My blush deepened and I sighed. He smirked and kissed my forehead. "You like me!" he said tauntingly, a big ass smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes. "Come on say it! You like the father of your child. You like Adam Lambert," he sang, placing a hand on my cheek and forcing me to face him when I looked away embarrassed. "Say it."

"No…" I mumbled and his left brow twitched (I missed that so fucking much). But when I saw that puppy dog look in his eyes, I couldn't help but break a little. You would too if this angel was penetrating you with his fucking gaze.

"So…You push me down a flight of stairs, and you can't even say you like me?" he asked, licking his lips and leaning his head back on the pillow. He looked pretty tired, which is weird considering he's been asleep for two months.

"Wait! You said you didn't remember what happened," I claimed, sitting up on his lap and staring at him intently. He's a sneaky little motherfucker.

"Listen. I don't remember what provoked you to push me, but it doesn't mean I don't remember falling down each individual step and feeling the agony pulse up my spine…" he murmured, trying to guilt trip me. And of course it worked.

"Okay!" Then I mumbled something incoherent, and obviously he wasn't satisfied with that.

"WHAT?"

Mumble.

"WHAT, TOMMY?"

"I LIKE YOU!"

Then I blushed. Flustered probably the most in my life as I gasped, looking into his eyes. "That's what I thought…" he murmured, cupping my face in his hands and pushing my face forward so my lips fell into sync with his. They were like two puzzle pieces that haven't found each other until now. And they fit perfectly.

This was so strange. I just told him I liked him, and now we're kissing. So many things have changed since he became my tutor. Thank you, Lily. Because of you, I have a boyfriend. But then again, thanks to you I'm pregnant. So I guess it's a catch twenty-two. Oh, shut up brain. Just enjoy this kiss that you've been craving for so long.

He flipped us over so I was on the bottom, and it wasn't until now that I realized he was still in one of those hospital robes that give you a clear portrait of the patient's ass. Thank you creator of sheet, and ass-less covers you call hospital robes. I decided to be adventurous as his tongue grazed my bottom lip and I opened. During that ordeal, I slid my hands up his back, snaking them down to his ass and I gave it a tight squeeze. He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and slithering his arms down to my stomach where he gripped my fucking bump like he was fucking trying to protect it. It was cute, but not sexual in anyway.

Sorry, just whenever I'm talking about my fucking "baby bump" I'm forced to say fucking because I still don't want to be in this situation. But you already know that…

He pulled away beaming at me and kissing down from my neck to my stomach where he lifted up my shirt and kissed my bellybutton, letting his tongue drop and slither in and out. I moaned lightly, arching my back up. He pressed his ear down on my stomach and froze. When he froze the world stopped spinning. He was the only thing on my mind.

"W-What's wrong?" I asked, still horny from our make-out session. His face flustered a bit, and he started gnawing on his bottom lip. What was he suddenly nervous about? Just get over what you're thinking about and kiss me, Adam!

"Do you…Do you think that she likes…" He gulped, looking at me innocently. "Songs?"

I shrugged, rubbing my cock gently with the palm of my hand, trying to make my raging hard on go away. "I don't know. Sometimes I blast some Linkin Park or Breaking Benjamin and just lay on my bed. Is that what you're talking about?" I asked, groaning lightly as I kept rubbing my cock through my pants. His eyes wandered down to my hand and he grabbed it, replacing it with his, rapidly rubbing it up and down, up and down. I moaned, hissing through my teeth and arching my head back. He groaned a little at the sight and responded to my answer.

"Would it be…o-okay if I sang to her?" he asked through clenched teeth and finally sighing once I came in my pants, I mind you. I groaned a little, looking at him like he was insane. What was he talking about?

"You sing?" I asked, squirming uncomfortably in my sticky and wet boxers. Well this wasn't in the least bit nice. But Adam sings? He's full of surprises…And I kind of like that. A bit of mystery never hurt anyone.

"I…I try my best. It's a job I have so Neil and I have some extra cash. I'm not all that good, but whatever. If it's alright with you, can I sing to her? It's a song I wrote awhile ago…" He began fiddling with his fingers while he straddled at my hips, looking down at my stomach.

HOLD THE PHONE. Is Adam Lambert being humble and modest, saying he can't sing well? First of all, I didn't know he could sing and second of all, why does he keep calling this kid a she? I want a fucking boy! That way I can teach him a bunch of fucking manly things…

I shrugged and smiled a little, lying back on the bed and placing my arms behind my head. "Knock yourself out."

He blushed and kissed my stomach, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on my chest. He took in a deep breath. His lips began moving and I froze. His voice. It was like metaphoric honey. So…fucking beautiful…

"I want your body, mind, soul, etcetera, And one day you will see, you should give it to me, And I don't want anyone instead of you, Oh babe I'm gon' crazy, come on and give it to me," He licked his plump lips and began to rub my belly as he sang, closing his eyes and sighing lightly.

"And I ain't never met nobody better, You're someone else's baby…"

How could he sing so well? Is this even possible? His voice is like nothing I've ever heard of before. It's so soft, smooth, and melodic. No wonder his voice ends on a phenomenal high pitch. It drips with sweet cherries…

"I'm so sick of living for other people, Took meeting you to realize, I don't wanna lose ya, I wanna keep ya, Put your little hand in mine and look into my eyes, baby eyes…"

Holy shit. That high pitch he hit. That just sent me off the edge. I gasped and pulled his face into mine, shutting my eyes and relishing the taste of his lips against mine. It was sweet. So fucking sweet.

"I like you," I said that with the utmost of truth as I pulled away, looking deeply into his eyes.

He smiled and placed a hand on my stomach, looking innocent and genuine as his eyes gazed into mine.

"I like you more than you will ever know…"