In the Future

Disclaimer: I don’t own D/D Never will, never have. Rbe Nbe NC-17…Have fun!

By Rose Angel

Daniel Jones stared at the TV as he stuffed potato chips in his mouth. "Come on," he growled at the TV. "Come on." "Daniel," Darren Hayes-Jones walked into the living room. "Wait a second, Darren," Daniel waved his husband away. "I'll fix it later." "Daniel, I don't need anything fixed," Darren whispered as he tip toed a little bit closer to Daniel. "Yes!" Daniel yelled and jumpp asp as the potchipchips went flying. "Goal!" "Daniel, could you please turn off the soccer game for a moment?" "Are you kidding?" Daniel stared at his husband. "We're going into a penalty shot, this is going to decide the game!" "Daniel, what I have to tell you is a little bit more important than a game," Darren looked scared. "Can it wait?" "I've been waiting long enough. Please, just turn it off for a moment." Daniel muted the game and waved Darren over. "Comherehere, Dazza," he whispered. "What's the matter?" Darren sat down next to his husband. "You know how I've been throwing up a lot lately and I've had trouble sleeping and I've felt really light headed?" "Yeah," Daniel nodded as he stared at the screen. "Well," Darren smiled, "I went to the doctor and-" "Yes!" Daniel jumped up. "England won!" "I'm pregnant," Darren shouted. Daniel turned around. "What?" Darren nodded and smiled. "I'm pregnant, Daniel. We're going to have a baby."

 Luv,

Rose Angel, Queen of Broken Hearts