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And to CannibalHolocost, there is no way in the fiery depths of hell that I am going to have Dave's baby killed!

I feel like I should share this with you all.

My family carries the gene that causes a bunch of types of cancers. It's called Lynch Syndrome, and if you have it, you are 80-90 times more likely to develop sometype of cancer than you would if you don't have the gene.

I have been tested for Lynch Syndrome, and I find out the results tomorrow. If I have it, then I have decided not to have children, to spare them from that curse. If I have the gene, and I go on to have children and one of them ends up having it and ends up getting cancer because of it; I don't know how I would be able to live with myself, knowing that I gave my babies a gene that could possibly kill them. I can't bring myself to do it.

I can't, I won't let anything happen to the baby in this story. Because I may not be able to have a healthy baby of my own.

Anyway, here's chapter 6. I know y'all have probably heard me say this before; but I'm going to try and get 2 chapters out this week! I'm going to try REALLY hard!

Chapter 6: Fateful Decisions

Dirk stirred as he felt the warmth of the sun's rays press against his back as it brought light into the dark hospital room. He groggily shook his head at the soft, stringy sensation just below his nose. He slowly peeked open his eyes and was greeted by platinum blond locks.

"Dave," Dirk quietly smiled as kissed the back of his baby brother's precious head.

He ran a hand through his brother's stringy hair, and the smile soon fades when he noticed the bruises and dried blood on his knuckles.

He begins to start having slight flashbacks from his erratic behavior the night before. His eyes blinded by fury, his face red with anger, his fists beating a man's face into the pavement.

With the flashbacks flooding his mind, a voice rang in his ears, a warning.

'You are going to regret this...,' the tell tale British accent of best friend kept ringing over and over again in his head.

Every time the voice rang, Dirk's own followed.

'Did I do the right thing? Was Jake right? Would I regret it?'

Dirk looked down at the sleeping form beside him and found his answer.

'Oh course I done the right thing? How could I just stand by and let the man who defiled my baby get away?! No, the only thing I regret is leaving that man with a breath of air in his lungs!' Dirk's thoughts raged but quickly subsided when he looked down at his sleeping angel; whose arm was stretched over his occupied belly, protecting the innocent soul inside of him.

Dirk felt a smile make itself at home on his face as he kissed his brother once more on the back of the head. He felt the hand that was resting on his brother's stomach begin to slowly rub up and down, trying to feel the growing life form inside.

It's funny, less than 24 hours ago, he wanted to kill this little, helpless ball of life. And now, he can't possibly imagine doing anything to hurt it. In the back of Dirk's mind, he smiled at the thought of having a little niece or nephew running around their apartment.

He couldn't help but imagine what he, she, it would look like. Would it look like his little man? Would it take after himself? Or, would it be just like their mother?

"Mama," Dirk quietly whispered.

The image of Cynthia holding her new grand baby flooded Dirk's mind. Her gleaming smile, cooing down at the little bundle of joy brought an ear to ear one on Dirk. Honestly, deep down Dirk hoped that the baby would be a girl.

So big Uncle Dirk could protect it, like he had done with Dave. And besides, after two boys, Dirk felt their mother would want a little girl.

Maybe, just maybe they could...

'No, no, no Strider. Get that out of your head right now,' Dirk kept himself from continuing that train of thought.

'The decision has already been made. Dave is going to give this baby up for adoption, to a kind loving family; who will love and protect it as their own. And that'll be the end of that, okay? It'll be the best thing for all of us, including the baby," Dirk tried to convince himself.

The hand that was slowly rubbing up and down Dave's stomach suddenly stopped, causing the boy to stir and awaken from his sleep.

"Bro?" Dave grunted as his stretched his stiff limbs, before grabbing his shades off the table beside him and putting them in their rightful place.

Dirk quickly threw on a smile for his little bro, "Hey Little Man, how did you sleep?"

"Good," Dave said rolling over onto his back.

Dave looked down at his stomach and frowned as he rested his hand on it.

"Do, do you think the family, that will adopt the baby, will love it? Do you think they will take care of it?" Dave asked.

Dirk stared at him for a moment before answering.

"What? Oh course they will! They'll love it and take care of it as their very own," Dirk reassured his brother as he tilted his head up and looked his dead in the eyes, or lens rather.

"What's the matter Little Man?" Dirk looked at his brother.

Dave let out a slight sigh, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking."

'I hope I'm making the right decision. What if I can't...no you have to Strider. It'll be the best thing, for the baby.'

Dave thanked God he had his shades on, he didn't want his brother to see the little watery drops forming in the corner of his eyes.

'I just hope that whoever gets this baby will love it, as much as I already do.'

Dirk pretty much knew what Dave was thinking about. He was the only person that could read Dave like an open book, with or without his shades on. He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door.

"Good morning David," the doctor said walking into the room, "How did you sleep?"

"Can't complain," Dave said sitting up as Dirk got off the bed as the doctor took a look at Dave.

"Okay, you seem to be doing well. You're not dehydrated anymore, that's a good sign. That means you can go home today," the doctor said.

"That's great," Dave said, "Now hurry up and take this thing out of my arm so I go..."

"Hold up there cowboy," the doctor said, "There's still somethings we have to go over first."

"There are some dos and don'ts you need to follow by in your first trimester," the doctor continued, "First off, drink plenty of water, keep yourself hydrated so you won't wind up in here again..."

"It's kinda hard to keep yourself hydrated when your puking up just about everything that goes down your throat," Dave sarcastically said.

"I'm going to give you medication for the morning sickness, so don't worry about that," the doctor informed, "now as I was saying, Secondly, it's best if you stay away from cold cuts, deli meats, hotdogs, basically any type of processed meats..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up a second doc," Dave blurted out, "you tellin' me that I can't have hotdogs?!"

"You can have them, you just have to cook them thoroughly, until they are steamy. But since you probably won't remember to do that, it'll just be best if you stay away from them at home. But, if you go to like a restaurant or somewhere that serves hotdogs, that should be fine just so long as they are cooked and steamy."

"Now; stay away from unpasteurized foods and drinks. Stay away from sugary drinks like sodas and..."

"Now hold on just minu..."

"Doc you sure you don't want me to go find a roll of duck tape somewhere?" Dirk said holding his hand over Dave's blabbering mouth.

The doctor just laughed.

"No, not yet, but I may need you too," the doctor chuckled.

"You can have some sodas in extreme moderation."

"Define 'some' and 'extreme moderation'," Dave said, managing to slip Dirk's hand away from his mouth.

"Absolutely NO MORE than ONE can a day, and even that is pushing it," the doctor said.

Dave looked extremely irritated and let out a heavy sigh through the nose.

"Fine!" Dave pouted, causing both the doctor and his bro to chuckle a bit.

"It would be best if you stay away from coffee and seafood as well," the doctor said.

"That's fine, I don't eat or drink either."

"And try to refrain from doing any strenuous activity."

"Fine by me," Dave said, "Now I have an excuse to sit on my ass all day," Dave smirked.

"Oh really? What was your excuse before?" Dirk picked.

"Shut up you ass," Dave retorted.

"And by strenuous activity, I mean things like heavy lifting and stuff like that. And you'll want to stay away from chemicals as well," the doctor said.

"Now for the to do list, you're going to need a lot of vitamins and minerals so eat as many fruits and vegetables as you can."

"Yeah that ain't gonna happen," Dave mumbled under his breath.

"David," the doctor replied, "Do I need to get your brother to go find that roll of duck tape?"

"Sorry, I'll shut up."

"Try to eat as healthy as you can," the doctor continued, "and be sure to get plenty of rest. Be sure to do stretches and if possible, try to walk every other day for about 10-15 minutes."

"I suppose I can do all that," Dave said.

"Good," the doctor said, "now I'm going to give you a complete list of all the dos and don'ts so you won't forget. Pin it somewhere you can see it frequently everyday, like the fridge or on the back of your bedroom door. Just be sure to go over it thoroughly."

"And David," the doctor added, "Have you thought anymore about adoption."

Adoption. God, Dave didn't even want to think about that. Could he really let someone just take his child after he had done carried it for 9 months, or however long, and raise it and just let that be it?

All those first joys that parents get to experience with their little ones, he would miss out on. The baby's first words, first steps, first birthday. They would all have the memories. Him? He wouldn't even have a picture. All those first precious moments, he would never have.

'Maybe, maybe I should, ah who am I kidding!' Dave mentally slapped himself, 'I can't take care of a kid! I would be the worst parent on the face of the earth! I'd ruin both it's life and mine. And besides, Bro would kill me if I decided to keep it'

"David?" the doctor asked, knocking Dave out of his stupor.

"Huh? Yeah, yea I have thought about it more," Dave said.

"And?"

"Yeah," Dave quietly said, "I'm gonna do it."

'It'll be the best thing I could ever do for it."

The doctor could sense Dave's reluctance, but he didn't say anything. It's something that alot of first time single parents consider. About 60% of them actually go through with it. And the doc couldn't tell if Dave was one of those 60% or not. It would be tough, being a single teenaged parent, but he's seen it happen before, with both parent and child thriving. And who knows, maybe Dave could be, would be, one of those success stories.

"Very well then," the doctor cleared his throat, "as I said before, there are dozens of adoption agencies that you can contact, whenever you feel ready. In the meantime, may I recommend getting in touch with the baby's father, I mean uh, sperm donor, if you know him, and tell him your plans of putting the baby up for adoption. I recommend..."

"NO!" Dave yelled out, "I mean no," Dave brought the frequency of his voice back to indoor levels, "Me and the baby's, whatever, aren't on speaking terms," Dave gripped the bed sheet at just the thought of Noir EVER finding out about his child.

If Noir were to ever find out,

'He'll kill both me and the baby if he ever found out. No, I can't let that happen! Noir can NEVER find out!'

The doctor wasn't surprised at Dave's reaction. He knew it was going to be hard being a pregnant teenager in the state of Texas, much less a pregnant MALE teenager. He could definitely see why he wouldn't want anyone else finding out about his pregnancy.

"Very well then," the doctor said, "I'm going to write you a prescription for the morning sickness and I'm scheduling your next appointment for the 23rd. You should be about 2 months along then."

"And you are good to go," the doctor said, handing Dave the prescription.

"Thank you doctor," Dave said.

"Thanks doc," Dirk said, handing the release form back to the doctor.

"My pleasure," the doctor said, "See you two in a couple of weeks, and David keep up with that list, you hear?"

"Will do doc," Dave said, playing in his wheelchair he was in.

Dirk quickly grabbed ahold of the handles before the boy flipped himself over.

"Quit before you hurt yourself or the baby," Dirk got onto Dave.

"You can't be reckless anymore, you have to watch out for the baby," Dirk's protective instinct kicked in.

He just didn't have his little man to look after and protect anymore, he now had two babies he had to protect at all costs.

When the doctor told Dave that he should contact the baby's father, Dirk broke out in a cold sweat.

Last night, after he paid that fateful visit to Noir, he said something he shouldn't have said.

'If you ever draw breath near my brother or his baby; the pain you are feeling now, will be nothing in comparison.'

Those words rang in his ears like a glass shattering screech. And he felt his world shatter and crumble at his feet.

What had he done? By opening his big mouth, could he have put his brother and his unborn child at risk?

'No, no no no no no no oh God no! What have I done?! How could I have been so stupid?!' Dirk's thoughts screamed as he mentally slapped himself over a dozen times.

'I can't, I can't let anything happen to my little man, or the baby. I will never forgive myself if I ever let anything happen to them. I must protect them, at all costs!', Dirk told himself, looking down at his little bro, sitting in his wheelchair as the nurse took them to the front of the hospital.

Dirk had called Jake to come pick them up, being that they had no other way of going, and they waited for him up front.

As Dirk saw Jake's green Landrover pull up, he could already hear his best friend tell him that he is stupidest bastard alive once he tells him what all he done last night. And he couldn't help but agree with him.

Jake always told him his big mouth was going to get him into real trouble one day. He just didn't think it may cost him the two most important things in his life.