Okay sexies, I just couldn't leave without writing SOMETHING for this fic (even if it is a few sentences) and I'l probably completely re-write it when I get back, but thats life. lmao! - - - - - - - - - - - “Are you mad at me, Brian?” Justin’s voice broke the silence that had filled the jeep since they left the male pregnancy clinic. "Mad? Why the fuck would I be mad that a simple fuck has ruined my life,” he said, not caring to how that sounded. Justin’s eyes burned. “God! What the fuck did I do to deserve this punishment….” Brian mumbled, merging onto the freeway. “Two fucking babies and Gus….shit….” Justin stared straight ahead, vision blurry as Brian ranted on. Brian’s words really, really hurt. It wasn’t like he asked to get pregnant, it just happened. Accidents happened. “Stop whining Brian, this is a lot harder for me than it is you.” Brian snorted, changing lanes. Justin went on. “I’m serious! At least you have money, a job, your own home….you won’t be the one getting all fat! You fucking asshole! Fuck you Brian, fuck you!” “Gee, I guess what they say is true – pregnancy causes drastic mood swings.” ------------------------------ hence, where it ends so suddenly! I promise more will be added to this chappy...