Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Aristotle nodded he always wanted to do that. He turned it on his T.V. as he settled in Ashers lap

Asher carded his finger's through the boy's hair, pretending to watch the show as many different thoughts raced through his mind.

Aristotle was close to falling back asleep, he hadnt slept well lately with Asher being sick.

Part of Asher wanted him to stay awake so he could tell him as soon as possible. The other part wanted the boy to sleep so he could put it off.
A while into the episode when Aristotle looked a bit better, Asher almost said something but then figured he should be nice and wait until the episode was over although they had already seen it a thousand times.

Aristotle knew all the words to every episode. He was just trying to watch for a ten millionth time while avoiding sleep so he could spend time with his lover.

It felt like the episode lasted years...
When it was over, Asher bit his lip before speaking.
"Ary baby, I gotta talk to you..."

Aristotle groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Kay...?"

"Um.. well you know how I've been a little sick lately. Today, I want to see the doctor to see if something was wrong and..." He paused, trying to think of a better way to say it. But he came up with ntohing. "Ary.. I'm pregnant."

Aristotle blinked at him, a deep frown on his face.
"N-No..."

"Yes baby... I am." He sighed softly, nodding at Aristotle.

"No...." Aristotle whispered again, shaking his head. furiously "No."

"Yes." He sighed, leaning his head on Aristotle's shoulder. "You don't want it?" His thumbnail went in his mouth and he began chewing. He had a problem with nailbiting when he was nervous.

"Asher...No...." He couldnt be a daddy, he didnt want to have a child.
What if it was slow...
What if he hurt it?

Asher frowned lightly.
"Well... I don't want to kill it..." He whispered softly.

"No...No...Asher no...." Aristotle backed away from him, frightened eyes wide and fearful

"Well... what do you want me to do, Aristotle...?" He looked down at his stomach.

"No baby...." Aristotle stared at him. "No."
He couldnt do this.

"B-but..." He blinked. "I... I can't kill it..." That was his baby... even if he was not ready to be a momma... it was his child.

Aristotle shook his head at Asher, moving off the couch and further away.
"No..."

"Aristotle... You want me to kill this...?"He was quickly panicking, his body trembling.

Aristotle just sniffled, staring at him.
"N-No baby...."
He couldnt do this, He couldnt do it. He was not SMART ENOUGH to be a daddy and what if he made the baby stupid to...
Asher would hate him...
"N-No!"

"I-I'm sorry..." Why the fuck hadn't he made Aristotle use a condom... or at least been on birth control... It was all his fucking fault.

Aristotle sniffled, covering his face, still shaking his head.
What would they do...

Asher stood and walked to him, rubbing his back soothingly.
"shhh, Ary..."

"N-No! W-We can't have it!!! A-Asher no! I-I can't...."
He couldn't be a daddy...