Hey, ya'll! How's it shaking? I would like to thank my new beta reader kelseyflute for editing this. And all my soon to be chapters. This is going to be the last one for awhile, just so you know. I'm freaking swamped! Well, cheerios!

He's dead. The doctors pronounced him deceased when they wheeled him in. I was by his side the entire way and he didn't move. In fact, he just got paler and paler as they whisked him around. But now I'll never be able to see his face. Adam Lambert, the father of my unexpected child, is dead. Six feet under, never coming back. He's gone because I totally rejected him. He's like an insipid life form. You know that means? Adam's never going to move, breath, blink, laugh, sing. Never coming back to life. Buried into the ground in a claustrophobic coffin with the maggots and worms. Rotting into nothing. Never having your same scent or touch. Just…Dead…

"Tommy, baby! Fuck, what's wrong? Wake up…"

Adam's dead. How can I hear his voice? He's deceased, never coming back. He's gone. Adam's-

"Shit, Tommy. Baby, come back to me, please!"

Someone was kissing my lips, and it tasted like coffee, sweet coffee. And I could smell peaches. But why? That was Adam. He smelt like that. So why was he here? The doctor came out in the waiting room and told me that he was dead by the time I found him. Too many sleeping pills. It was painless, but still death, none the less. So, why? Why? How is he here? It's not…

It sucked in. The world around me went into a giant black hole and my eyes snapped open. I shot up, bashing heads with something hard and began to cough profusely. What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening?

"TOMMY! Fuck, thank God you're okay. You fainted, and I had no idea, what was happening. I was flipping out, so I gave you CPR and-"

No. He's alive. That's what I want. I want him alive. So fucking alive. Warm, able to talk and move. Five months ago, hell, when I was beating the crap out of him a couple hours ago, him being dead would be the best possible thing. But now that I know what that experience is going to be like, he has to stay alive. Be immortal for me and our kid. He was to be here for us. I know it sounds incredibly cheesy, but fuck it. I don't care…

I grabbed his face and placed my lips on his, relishing the taste, the feel, the antagonizing feeling I get when I'm around him. I'm sure of it. So fucking sure. He's…I…

He pulled back too quickly and looked at me, water pounding against his face. It looked a bit shocked, confused, and concerned. His eyes were twisted in a mist of worry, and I couldn't help but feel a bit weak. The water around us made steam seep around the bathroom. Wait. What? We're in the shower? Then my eyes gazed down and I blushed profusely at his naked sight. He had really long legs, didn't he? But it wasn't until now that I realized how many FUCKING FRECKLES this man had. Then again, he was a ginger. So…

"Tommy, baby, what happened? I told you I was sorry for ever treating you like crap, then you like began to fall and I caught you. You've been out for five minutes. Are you feeling okay…?" he asked, placing his hand on my stomach. He…was protective of the kid. Oh, god that sent me over the edge! Involuntary, tears rose to my eyes and I began bawling. Just fucking crying. I couldn't help it. So much shit was happening, and I had no idea where it was all coming from. His eyes widened and he pulled me into a hug. "Shh…Tell me what's wrong, I'm so fucking confused right now…" he murmured, burying his head into the nook of my neck.

All I could do was cry. He was dead. Lying in my arms, cold and dead. It was so real. He killed himself because I was such a fucking bastard. I was going to have to raise Leo alone, and I didn't want to do that. It's selfish, but he was dead…Like, he was never going to come back. And here he was. His naked body in my arms. I just wanted…Wanted to cuddle with him. Feel his touch. Have his body against mine in any way possible. I needed his support and face right now. His soothing voice. I needed it. Now.

"A-Adam…I…I want to get out of the shower…" I mumbled into his shoulder. He nodded and wrapped his arms around me, picking me up and turning off the water. He grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around the both of us, walking into my room and falling onto my bed. His breaths were even and I felt his flesh against mine. Slippery and wet. It was such a nice feeling. So nice, so real.

I never thought this was going to happen. I was lying in his naked arms, soaking wet, in my bed. He was such a fucking bitch to me before. And now look at us. He was supposed to be dead. But he's alive. So…Alive. We're supposed to hate each other. I'm not supposed to be pregnant. How is any of this possible?

"So…Do you want to tell me what was going on with the fainting thing? Is Glitters alright? Are you alright? I caught you before you hit your head. You feeling better?" he mumbled, raising his hand and slowly brushing some of my wet bangs out of my eyes. I just shivered and cuddled in closer to him. My ear was pressed hard against his chest and I could hear his relaxed hear beat in my ear. Music to my fucking soul. That's a clear indication that he is alive. So fucking alive. I wanted to tell him. Like I did in my nightmare. I said I loved him. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him while he's alive in my arms. Breathing. I had too.

"I…Don't…" Glitters? Wait, how did… "Glitters?" I asked hoarsely, looking up at him through the darkness. Fuck only knows how long we were in the shower, but, damn. It must have been a long time because the sun was setting and its dim rays only lighting a part of his face. But enough for me to see the blush rising on his face. And it was beautiful. I swear to go he was an angle. It's impossible for someone so gorgeous to exist.

"I…You're my Glitterbaby, so our kid…I thought…Would be Glitters? I don't know…" he mumbled, attempting to bury his head in the pillow, but I placed my hand on his cheek and took in a deep breath. He was vulnerable right now, so he was soft. And maybe now would be the time, right? Seemed legit. Glitters…So cute.

"Um…I have something really important to tell you…" I began to gnaw on my bottom lip and he stared at me with his head titled to the side. "I…L…"

"What?" he asked, blowing some wet hair from his face and getting a bit more comfortable in our makeshift cocoon. We were so close together…Like we could never be separated. And I never wanted to be separated. We were one now.

"Let's play the confession game!" He looked at me skeptically, and I gulped. It was the only thing I could think of; screw me for thinking on the spot! Fuck… "It's where I say one confession and you say another," I explained and he kept looking at me like I was insane, but shrugged, pulling me closer to his chest (if that was even possible, not that I minded, of course).

"Shoot."

"Leo!" I exclaimed, and he raised a thick eyebrow at me. "I mean…Leo…I want to name her Leo." Now I'm calling the kid a chick. I don't know, I wanted a boy, but Adam's thoughts rubbed off on me, so I thought, why the hell not? She'll be so pretty with all of Adam's features. I won't give her much, but Adam's probably spoiled her with "glam". "I wanted to name her that because…" I gulped, glancing up at him, "You always wear your leopard boots, and I love them so much…And, you like them, and Leo's a pretty name too…"

His eyes widened and he blushed even more, but allowed a beautiful grin to grace his freckled lips. "Official. I love it. Leo…Middle name?" He sighed, closing his eyes and opening them up again with a small and genuine smile, "How 'bout Rose?" he asked. Damn it, he was so fucking gay. Name our kid after a flower. Shit me. I may want a girl now, but she's going to be bad ass. Not one of those freaking preppy sons of bitches with their slutty outfits. I refuse.

"Rose?" I asked and he shrugged. Damn, fine. I'll give him what he wants. Only because I feel bad for what I did in my dream, but that's the only reason why! "Fine. But she'll have TWO middle names. ROSE…And…Scream," I declared, not backing down. His mouth opened in awe and I smirked. "I'm a horror movie fanatic."

"Really? Leo Rose Scream Lambert? Why do you get to choose her first and second middle name?" he questioned, raising that fucking eyebrow I loved so much.

"Because she's taking your last name!" I said, poking his chest and kissing his neck. He shivered a little. "Your turn…"

"Do I have too?" he groaned and I gave him a stern look. He blushed and took in a deep breath. "You're my second." I raised an eyebrow and he mumbled something incoherent. "I mean…Like…You're my second…Person to ever have sex with…"

HOLD. THE. FUCKING. PHONE. He's not a WHORE? What? I remember when he handed me that pregnancy test (when this entire predicament began) that he said he had millions of those for all the girls he bangs. Now he's telling me I'm only his second. Does not seem believable, but…WHAT?

"I know you're probably shocked, but I was a virgin only two months before I fucked you. I fucked Brad, and he wasn't all that good to be honest. I mean, he's in love with me, and I was drunk…So I kind of just fucked him and it didn't mean anything. And after that, I thought sex was just kind of lame and nothing too special. But then I thought that maybe…Maybe if I screwed someone that I liked, it would be different. And it was." He blushed and moaned a little, mumbling into the pillow that he was currently burying his head into.

So…What? This is getting out of hand. That was a stupid idea, Tommy Joe. You're stupid for suggesting that. Sure, you got something out of Adam you thought you'd never hear, but what it worth it? No. "Okay, confession time over…" I murmured, rolling off the bed and walking over to my dresser. It's over because I want to tell him I love him, but I can't. I just…No. And I wanted my confession to tell him I loved him, but I coward out. Oh, well…In another…fifty years, I'll tell him.

I sighed a little, opening my drawer and pulling out a pair of boxers. Whatever, I'll just…

"Glitterbaby. I…" There was a voice behind me and I glanced back and Adam was standing there. Naked. Freckled. Shy. Shiiiiittttt… "It actually wasn't until recently that I realized the difference between fucking someone and making love to someone. And I've been fucking you. I know it's awful, but I've been doing some research, and I read that you can have sex after three months, and you're at five…And I don't want to fuck you. I need to make love to you…Feel you…Kiss you…Connect with you. I know it sounds totally corny, but I'm not good with this kind of shit. Normally, I'm freaked out by commitment, but there's something about-"

I placed my index finger on his lips and wrapped my other arm around his neck, looking into his eyes and dropping my underwear to the floor. "You talk too much." I kissed his lips tenderly and he moaned a little, grabbing my ass and lifting me up from the floor and walking over my bed. He laid me down, straddling my hips and licking my bottom lip and I granted him permission happily. I could feel him smile, not smirk, but really smile into the kiss and his coffee flavored tongue attacked mine and traced my mouth, leaving its presence known. I shivered, arching my back and groaning, tightening my legs around his waist. His hands slid up from my ass to my hair where he pulled on his. I inhaled sharply, loving the feeling of my scalp being abused. Then they made their way down to my face where he cupped it and pulled back, kissing the corner of my eye down to my jaw line and butterfly kissing to my neck. I shuddered and pulled on his hair. I couldn't help it…

"B-Baby…Boooooy…" I moaned, curling my toes in ecstasy. I could hear him chuckle at his newfound nickname. I have no fucking idea where it cam from, but hell. I'm having his baby, so he and Leo are my babies, right? Makes sense- HOLY FUCKING GOD.

His tongue slithered down to my belly button where it snaked its way around it then entered in and out. It wasn't until now that I realized how fucking sensitive it was…Shit!

"You told me to make you feel, like you're in heaven, You tell me you know what, you want you want this now…"

I gasped. He was singing. Okay, so this defiantly not just fucking around. He's singing to me? This is…Unlike anything I could ever imagine…Like-

"We may be making love, but it still doesn't mean I don't want you to moan my name. Come on, Tommy…Moan for me…" he whispered, sliding his hands up my chest and gnawing on my stomach with his teeth and grazing over the skin. I moaned loudly, tangling my fingers in his hair and bucking my hips up, gasping for breath. "You know that I'm open, I tell you my business, You know what you are getting when we get it on…"

"A-Adddaa…ADAM!" I yelled (probably a bit too loud for the given circumstances), bucking my hips and he groaned, licking up to my neck and capturing my lips with his. We were both fully fucking erect and for once, I wanted him to give it to me until I felt fucking weak. But for some reason, he pulled away, giving me a look of complete admiration and happiness. It was a look I've never seen from him before and I'm not sure where it came from, but I adored it. It was so sweet, so genuine and kind. Something that I never thought I would use to describe him. But a lot has happened that is completely out of the ordinary…

"Tommy…" he panted, kissing down my chest to my stomach where he laid his head against it, ear pressing against my bellybutton. "I love you."

I gasped, stiffening and groaning a little when his hand curled around my dick and he began to pump it. "I love you so fucking much. I always have. I've just been burying my feelings under my cowardly instinct and sex. I love you so much, but I never admitted it until now. I'm sorry…I…Was so mean. I love you," he whispered, pumping my cock and attacking my lips. He squeezed his eyes shut (as if trying to escape rejection) and I moaned into his mouth, causing him to groan in response. When I finally exploded at my peak, he pulled away and panted, looking me straight in the eyes. "I love you."

My chest rose and fell with heavy pants. "Adam…I had a dream that you died. And I led you to kill yourself. Your life was so sad, but I never even asked you about it because I was so selfish. You ended up taking a whole bunch of sleeping pills, causing you to die. I found you and…I admitted I loved you. I didn't know if it was just the dream talking, but…I…Love you so much…I…"

I couldn't finish because I ended up crying again, and I didn't even know why. Just a big fucking crying fest. Shit. I think it was because I recalled that nightmare I had. It was awful; just…I use to think if Adam were to die, my life would be so much better, but now I know it would suck. Fucking suck. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I've finally admitted to myself that I love him.

Adam kissed my neck and rolled over, pulling me close into his chest and began to kiss my cheek and any part of my face that was exposed to him. "I'll never kill myself. You and Leo need me, so it would be utterly selfish of me to leave you in this situation by yourself. I know that for the past five months I've been pretty neglectful, but I just…Well, I can't say I have it hard because," he chuckled, smiling tiredly at me, "you're the male that's pregnant, but…"

"Babyboy, you don't have to justify anything to me…No matter what-"

"Tommy. Why do you have these pills? Don't-" I froze. Adam froze. Everyone froze. My mother walked in on me and Adam cuddling naked on top of the covers. She dropped whatever the hell she was holding and her hands flew up to her mouth. And fuck me, were those tears in the corners of her eyes? I thought she wouldn't care. I mean sure, how many mothers walk in on her son naked and against a god, but come on mom! Don't cry for fuck's sake!

Adam gasped and I groaned. She screamed bloody murder and my head began to pound out of nowhere. Adam mumbled something, but I couldn't hear him. It was fuzzy, and I didn't know why. I was lightheaded and my stomach felt like a bitch. I moaned a little, shutting my eyes on my mother screaming and crying. I felt someone shake me, but I was gone. Into nothing but blackness.

And it felt like knives were piercing my stomach. Killing Leo…