Warning: Mpreg
Buck jumped up when his phone rang, a common occurrence these days. "What is it? Are you having an emergency? Is the baby coming?" he barked at the phone upon answering it.
Tommy could only sigh. "I'm not in labor, Evan, but thank you for the panic. Love hearing it every time I call you these days. Can you pick me up some food on the way home?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course I will," Buck answered.
Tommy was about to respond when he felt something give and liquid trickled down his legs. He gasped before loudly whimpering. "Fuck. Evan, my water just broke."
"Shit. I'm on my way, Tommy." Then he beamed. "We're having a baby tonight."