Wishbones

"Umm." Morgue hummed as he sat Finn in the front seat. "Yeah, I guess. I've passed some stores before with baby clothes." He shrugged lightly.

Fin leaned himself back, watching Morgue closely as his mind wrapped around the idea that they were going 'baby shopping'.
This was f*cking stupid.
Still though, Finn listened to his lover, adding softly that Mathias had already bought a few things for the brat, that he would bring it by the damn house later.

"That was nice of him." Morgue nodded. He hated that he couldn't buy as much as he wanted for this new baby because of his lack of money. But Mathias certainly helped with that. "So what do you want to do first? Clothes?"

"Yeah, we need to get it some f*cking clothes and bottles and pacifiers and sh*t." Unbeknownst to Morgue, Finn had been talking to his brother, talking about the baby. Finn had learned plenty while listening to Mathias gush over the phone. He even had a few things that Prince had picked out for the little brat. "Mathias got a crib...A f*cking car seat....thirty packs of diapers to start off." Mathias had warned him that he would need them, to which Finn responded that he was not going to be the one changing the f*cking diapers.

"Oh wow." Morgue made a mental note to thank Mathias later, starting up the car and heading off. "Okay, so I guess we should get some outfits that could be for a boy or girl since we don't really know the gender yet.."

"I wonder if Trever can tell yet." Finn thumped his stomach with his hand, watching it dully as they drove. "It would suck to spend money on sh*t we dont need."

"I don't know if he'd be able to... you're not that far along yet. I guess we could go ask him?" He arched an eyebrow, glancing towards Finn for his opinion.

"Don't ever think that Trever is unable. That is the last f*cking mistake you will make with that f*cker." Finn grunted softly, he knew well of Trever's capabilities.

"I know he can do things but... I didn't think it was physically possible to tell this early. But whatever you say." Morgue shrugged, turning the car around to head to Trever's house.

Finn groaned softly, looking over to Morgue.  Disdain sat in his eyes, lurking and hateful as always.  He f*cking hated.  That was all.  He hated.
He cursed softly to himself, tearing his gaze from Morgue and instead focusing out the windows.

They soon arrived at Trever's home, Morgue moving around to help Finn out of the car before knocking on his friend's front door.

Trever yelled that it was open, in his back room he was busying himself with Ian. The boy was complaining about damn near everything, and Trever was trying to refrain was killing him.
Finn grunted as he pushed the door open, growling softly. "Come on assclown." He was ready to be done with this.

Morgue led Finn into the home towards Trever's room, grimacing as he caught sight of Ian in pain. He couldn't help it, he cared about the boy.
"When you're done there, do you think you can find out the gender of the little person in Finn's stomach?"

"Faggot." Finn sneared at his lover, rolling his eyes as he hopped onto Trever's table. Ian was sitting in a chair off to the side, where he had been b*tching at Trever for a good hour and a half now.
"Hello reaper." He winked at Morgue, crossing his legs as he watched Finn.

"Hello, darling." Morgue smiled softly, a hand resting on Ian's shoulder as he took a seat beside Finn.

Trever glanced over at them, leaning against the table that Finn sat on. "What do you creeps want?"
"I want to f*cking know about this damned brat." Finn snorted softly, patting his stomach. "Boy or girl."
Trever hummed softly, cocked his head to the side. "I estimate it to be a boy, but I mean...I cant know until your so far along."

"Told you it was too early." Morgue teased lightly, glancing to Trever. "But you think it's a boy?"

"Yeah." Trever shrugged, stepping back slightly as Finn began snarling viciously at Morgue. "I'll f*cking curb stomp you mother f*cker!"

Morgue simply sighed. While most people would be frightened, being Finn's lover, he had to learn to deal with the boy's anger. Especially now that he was pregnant.
"Calm down, I was only kidding." He reassured.
.

"Do I f*cking look like I thought it was funny dumbass?" The boy hopped up, gently pecking Morgue's cheek as he exited the room. He was odd, extremely odd but it was how he showed affection.

Morgue couldn't hide his soft grin, shaking his head as he watched the boy leave.
"He's something, isn't he?" He chuckled, his eyes alight with love for the other.

"Yeah, Something." Trever chuckled softly, he never understood what Morgue saw in Finn. The boy was a walking disaster . "You just make sure he isnt kicking your ass too badly."

"I'll be fine." Morgue grinned at Trever, kissing the man's cheek, finding that he was in a much better mood now. All it took was a small show of affection from Finn.

"I know it, but still. Be careful." He loved Morgue and worried about the boy being with Finn. He was familiar with the boys temper. "Marilyn! Come on! This f*cking brat needs clothes!" Finn's voice echoed through the home.

"I will be." Morgue smiled, leaning in to kiss Ian's cheek before heading after Finn. "I'm coming!" He yelled, seconds later at Finn's side.