Burt’s Pov

Summertime.

I swear, this was the most eventful summer I have ever had. If I had a dime for every time I caught Kurt and Blaine making out, Finn and Savannah making out, Kurt and Blaine without clothes on, Finn and Savannah singing too loud, Kurt and Blaine asleep on my couch, and Finn and Savannah making a mess in my freaking kitchen, I’d be VERY VERY rich man.

~~0o0~~

“Seriously dad!” Kurt yelled at me, as I walked in on him and Blaine, again! On his bed, shirtless and sweaty.

“Oh god!”  I mumbled. “Put some damn clothes on, boys I swear!” I shouted at them, shutting his door with a quickness.

~~0o0~~

The wretched kissy noises were the devil! Smooch, suckle, lick, smooch, suckle! I never want to hear it again. I’ve been nauseous for a pretty good percentage of the summer so far.

~~0o0~~

“Carole, honey that’s of point of going swimming. Because it’s a million degrees out. I’ll turn the heating on just a bit!” I called to her from the backyard porch.

“I’ll only swim with you if the water’s not ice sweetheart.” She called.

I rolled my eyes. My wife is such a girl. Of course, I love that fact, but still. I went to the switchbox to set the pool’s temperature when I heard it.

“Mhmm…”

“God… Kurt..”

I closed my eyes slowly, and counted to three.

“You have 5 seconds to get out of the pool or you’re both getting yanked out by the hair! One!-“

It never ends…

 ~~0o0~~

And Kurt and Blaine were not even close to the only one’s causing my ongoing headache in these months. Not even close.

~~0o0~~

“No! Finn, the recipe said 3 cups of yeast! Not baking powder!”

“They’re the same thing! My mom used this stuff to make crepes last weekend!”

I rolled my eyes from my recliner in the family room. I already turned the game up once trying to tune those two out, but they seemed to just get louder. So I turned the game up a little more and picked up a newspaper.

Of course that didn’t stop them from continuing on.

“Yes Finn, that’s because crepes are flat! Pancakes need to rise, and that’s what the yeast is for you dork brain.”

“Who’re you calling dork brain?”

I sighed loudly. Here we go.

“You! You are a dork brain!”

“Oh yeah? Well you like this dork brain!”

A fit of giggles broke out and then some clangs, and a crash!

Gasps. “Finn!!!” Savannah cried.

“Ah crap!!”

“AH!”

Ok, enough is enough! What are they doing? I got up and walked towards the kitchen archway.

“Guys what is going on in-“

I saw white. Lots of white. Finn covered in white, Savannah covered in white. MY WIFES KITCHEN COVERED IN WHITE!

I’m gonna kill’em.

~~0o0~~

And then, before I could even yell at them myself, Carole came home at that exact moment that morning from her night shift and saw the monstrosity they made of the kitchen. She was anything but pleased. She ordered them to clean the mess up immediately, and expressed her deep disappointment in their blatant disrespect for her kitchen.

I enjoyed angry Carole. But of course, we should’ve known that even that, would end in disaster. It’s like those two simply can’t be left alone…….

Seriously.

Let’s just say they started bickering in their flirty best friendly way again, and ended up giggling and tickling each other, knocking down several containers from our pantry shelf.

There was rice, cereal, popcorn kernels, and even fruit from the fruit bowl, added to the original flour and broken eggs mess all over the floor.

Suffice it to say, they were in there cleaning all day long.

When they finished the cleaning, I can safely say that I have NEVER been so happy to walk into a room and see one of my sons in bed with their girlfriend or boyfriend.

Those two, sleeping, is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

But of course, that wasn’t the only time I had a day ruined by Finana either…….

~~0o0~~

“Heheheheheh!” I laughed happily. The kids are all out of my house! Meaning they are out of my pool! A day off! And I am ready to simmer in my nice, cool and relaxing------

……………….Pool………

Let’s just say the pool was occupied. And my stepson was taking off Savannah’s bikini top as I speak.

“Really guys!” I shouted, at the lovebirds in the corner of the swimming pool exchanging saliva with no shame.

Savannah gasped as she turned to face me, and Finn took his hands away from the string tie on her back faster than I could blink.

Geez……

“Sorry Mr. Hummel!” Savannah called, blushing a flush pink as I shook my head, appalled at my stepson and his girlfriend.

It never ends…..

“Get a room!” I mumbled as I swung my towel over my shoulder and retreated back into the house.

So much for swimming. It’d be a friggin miracle if I actually got to swim in my pool at some point this summer....

Jesus……

~~0o0~~

Yeah…. Next year, I’m may send them all to summer camp!

And they’re all not even my kids!!!!

Of course, these months have had their high points too.

Watching my son ogle Blaine whenever he did sportsy stuff with Finn was always funny.

~~0o0~~

The boys were in the front yard tossing the football back and forth. Finn had a few of his football friends over. Sam, Puck and Mike. They all wanted to play some ball, and of course Kurt opted out and sat on a lawn chair reading a magazine while I skimmed the Sunday paper.

With all of the boys, hot and very sweaty in the heat, I think Kurt was enjoying the view, because his attention hadn’t been on his magazine in quite a while.

I smirked at him, incredibly amused at his facial expression.

“Close your mouth son. Flies might get in.” I told him.

~~0o0~~

We had our ordinary family dinners and Kurt and Finn both spent a good deal of time working with me at the shop. It wasn’t a bad summer. It was just a stressful one. Kids never seemed to disappear.

Particularly from my pool.

I hate to say it, but I am about 50% not looking forward to Savannah’s twins being born because once they are, it’s going to be like a mad house here probably more often than I will like. I love kids, and I know that if Kurt really plans on being daddy 2 like he says, I’ll love those kind of grandbabies. But it is going to be CHAOTIC around here.

There really was no talking Kurt out of agreeing to co-parent with Blaine and Savannah. Carole and I partially wanted to, but we couldn’t do it. He is being so responsible, and he loves Blaine, and Savannah, so he already loves their babies. And in all honesty, he can’t get pregnant, so in a way, Carole and I have just accepted that we are going to be grandparents. Sort of.

And very soon.

~~0o0~~

“What day are you due honey? Exactly? We need to figure out when to have a baby shower for you, and when you have to switch to independent studies, when you can take maternity leave, when you have to prepare a nursery here at home. The time is running out hun. You have a lot to do.” Her mom Janah said.

...........

Ok, so I eavesdrop a lot.

It’s my house.

We were having a barbeque this evening and the Lakes were over. And Blaine. His family was invited, but they are off at some cocktail company party. Some ‘Company superior to every other American shindig’ Blaine called it.

Frankly, I’m kind of glad they didn’t come. The way Blaine talks about them, they sound like rich jackasses. And his dad is a homophobe. No thanks; we don’t need that kind of poison around.

“I know mom. I’m due in October. I have some time.”

Not much. Its August now, and school starts back up in less than a month.

“Savannah, it may seem like you have time right now, but the clock is tickin. School is starting back up soon. Time is gonna fly by once it does. You’ll see.” Harry said, and I turned and pointed to him.

‘My thoughts exactly’.

“I know, but I can’t get baby stuff and everything. I don’t know what to do! And I still have to work my butt off for the rest of the summer. AND when school starts. I’m already overwhelmed.” She whined.

“It’s okay Savannah. You’re not alone. Me and Kurt are here to help too. I’ve been working, and Kurt does enough research for all three of us. We’ll be okay.”

Savannah was shaking her head though.

“I’m just… scared….I’m not ready…. It takes two parents to raise one kid right. How can two teenagers raise two! I’m- I just know I’m gonna screw something up.”

I frowned. She’s been under stress through her entire pregnancy, and it just never seems to go away. She needs some calming meds or something. She worries a lot more than she needs to. She has a huge support system.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Kurt sounded insulted.

I turned the grill on low, and left the food for a moment to sit and join the conversation.

“Kurt, you’re not the dad. It’s not really your responsibility.” Harry said.

“Well then I want to make it partly my responsibility. I love those babies, and Blaine is my boyfriend. It’s not like I wouldn’t be around constantly anyway.”

He has a point, but I really don’t know how I feel about this….. He’s 16.

“Son, are you really up for what you’re saying? Parenting is a HUUUUGE commitment. And Savannah and Blaine are much more capable than they think. You can be involved with them and everything as if you’re like an uncle or something without considering yourself a dad. You don’t need to take responsibility.”

He was staring at me now with those eyes. The ones that said his mind was made up.

I was going to lose whatever argument or debate this may start.

“Dad, I looked it up. It’s called co-parenting. A lot of gay couples usually do it and keep their surrogate around to have a mother for their child, and they just have 2 dads or vice versa. I want to be the babies’ second dad. If Savannah was okay with it I mean.”

I looked to Carole who had just walked to the table with chips and hot dog buns, with a blank expression on her face.

Janah looked at Savannah. “Honey? Would you be okay with Kurt being a third parent to the babies?”

Savannah looked confused now. “What? Of course! He’s my best friend and Blaine’s boyfriend. He’d be around all the time anyway! Why not?”

Carole sat beside me now. “Savannah hang on a second. Co-parenting has a whole ordeal and contract with it and everything. You would have to be completely 100 percent ok with the babies having a third parent. It’s not just as simple as saying it. It’s legally binding.”

Savannah was nodding. “Well, that is a big deal, but I trust Kurt. More than anything. If he wants to, I’m not against it at all.”

Carole exchanged glances with everyone at the table. “Kurt would be legally as responsible as you and Blaine. Kurt, you need to be much more aware of this than I think you are. This is a lot more than you’re ready for.”

“But it’s more than any of us are ready for, and we have to make the best of it. If Kurt wants to be involved, why shouldn’t we let him? Savannahs right. He’d be there anyway. I sure as hell am not letting him go anywhere.” Blaine said with a smile as he kissed Kurts’ cheek.

It is so strange how much these boys have changed in just 6 months. They’ve grown so mature, and responsible. I am proud.

Really proud.

It was quiet for a little while. Maybe a minute before someone broke the silence. “I mean, that’s better for the babies’ right? More support? More love, stability.” Harry shrugged.

That’s very true.

Kurt bit his lip and looked to Blaine. “I want this. Blaine and I are going to stay together. Savannah is my best friend. There is no way I wouldn’t want to be a part of this family completely. I’d be lucky. I want to do this.

~~0o0~~

And that pretty much settled it. We all did some research that night. Janah and Harry were texting us anything they found out and we all had conference called when the info got to be too much to text. It is actually surprisingly easy to work out. Just a few signatures after a lot of reading.

Blaine thought it best to leave his parents out of the loop with this discussion until it was too late for them to stop them. I agreed fully. They would be anything but okay with the babies having two gay dads.

Not even an entire day after that conversation happened, did Kurt start going baby crazy. I’m very afraid of what this boy is going to do to my wallet. He alone can make me broke. Now?

I’m afraid.

~~0o0~~

 “Look what I got at the mall!!!!” Kurt ran in with 4 bags of new clothes from the latest of men’s fashion as usual, but this time, there was a bag from a baby outlet store.

“Check it out!” He exclaimed, and he held up two onesies. The first one said ‘Buy one’, and it had frills on the bottom, And the second said, ‘Get one free’ and it had no frills. For a boy and a girl.

“Right? They’ll be soooo cute on the twins!!” Kurt said gesturing to the outfits in his hand.

Oh boy, I thought.

~~0o0~~

I don’t know how I feel about Kurt taking on this responsibility at 16. He’s not really a father, but he’s taking on the roll as one, and it’s a little scary for me as his father. I want him to focus on school, but I’m so proud of him for being such a great young man. His conversation with Savannah and Blaine this summer after they agreed to get the ball rolling on the co-parenting contract, was very heavy. I know I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but it was a big deal, and I wanted the information. And it’s my house. Best excuse ever!

I can eavesdrop all I want.

~~0o0~~

I feel like you guys are so much more like…… Equipped to handle these babies and I just…. Don’t know anything……”

“Savannah, what are you talking about? You have a bunch of people to help you learn to be a mom. Blaine and me don’t know what we’re doing either.” Kurt said reassuringly.

“Okay, but… You guys still…… You’re already buying clothes, and are more prepared than I am. You guys are smarter than me.” Savannah sounded so downtrodden; like she was depressed and believed with everything she had that she was less than Kurt and Blaine.

“Savannah, we’re only one grade ahead of you. And I’m technically the same age! You’re very smart. You’re just as smart as we are. You just don’t believe it, and you’re overwhelmed. You’re doing fine.” Blaine told her, and if I could see them, I could guarantee he had a hand on her shoulder.

“Okay, even if that’s true, I don’t have any money or anything like you guys do. I-“

“You just started your job Savannah! It’s going to take some time before you get money, but it’s okay. We still have over 3 months. We have time.” Blaine interrupted her.

“And I don’t have a job either.” Kurt said.

I wanted to swoop in and make my presence known, and interject my opinion to help, but I shouldn’t eavesdrop anymore. Blaine and Kurt seem to be saying all of the right things for now.

Savannah is capable of being a mom. She is very young, but she has to try and make the best of the situation she is in like Kurt and Blaine are. She can do this, but she needs to know that she can do it first.

She needs a pep talk. So I picked up the phone and called her dad.

“Hey Harry. I wanted to tell you something about Savannah. Do you have a few minutes?

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Later summer

This summer has had heat like you wouldn’t believe on some days. Not even funny heat. Heat to the point of me buying a giant nuisance of an air conditioner that’s running my shop’s electric bill through the roof.

But it’s that hot. I was working on the engine of this old expedition when the bell of the front door of the shop sounded.

The shop had been pretty busy all week. No one was voluntarily coming outside in this heat if they didn’t have to, but people’s cars weren’t responding well to this weather.

I came into view of the front to see my customer, finding that it wasn’t a customer at all. But my son’s girlfriend.

“Savannah, sweetheart what’s going on?” I asked her with concern. She was breathing heavily, but shallowly. Her forehead was shiningly sweating and she looked absolutely exhausted.

What is she doing out in this heat anyway?

Savannah didn’t say anything. She just swallowed, and grabbed onto the side of the wall.

She’s dehydrated. Upon the thought I rushed to her side and kind of pushed her to a chair so she could sit while I grabbed her a water.

I went through all of the kids to find why she wasn’t in a car to go wherever it was she is coming from today.

Kurt dragged Finn to some special holiday fashion thing today all the way in Columbus, so those two weren’t available to pick her up.

Blaine was working today, as were both of her parents. It being Labor day would render both the restaurant Harry works at, AND the hospital incredibly busy making her parents unreachable.

I couldn’t call Carole who was also at the hospital working, and…….

Well that explains why she’s out by herself. There is no one available to drive her anywhere.

“Savannah, what are you doing all the way out here?” I asked her.

My shop is in North Lima, at least a half an hour to our neighborhood.

Savannah downed the water in like 4 seconds before taking a deep breath. “I had a doctors appointment. Or, I had to go in and sign something. I took the bus, but I had to get off a few blocks from here, and I can’t find the bus stop for the bus I have to take home, then I saw your sign.”

I made a snap decision to close up shop and drive her home in that moment, but then the bell sounded again, and three more people walked into the shop.

On top of that, I had a few people waiting before. I can’t just leave right now.

“Alright honey, hang tight. Are you okay?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding quickly, and it was pretty unconvincing. I looked to her hand resting on her stomach and sighed.

I walked to the people. “Hi guys. Welcome to Hummel tires, I’ll be with you in just a moment. Excuse me.”

The customers who were here before looked agitated, but I could clearly see that the new entries were happy with the cool air in here, as they took seats.

I called Blaine’s work cell number that I luckily got a few days ago from Kurt.

“Anderson.”  Blaine answered speedy and formally.

A 16 year old big shot with a company phone. I smiled. That’s still funny to me.

“Hey Blaine, its Burt. I need you to come to my shop.”

Blaine shuffled around for a moment. “I know, boss, I’m sorry it’s, I have to… yes sir. What’s going on Mr. Hummel? I can’t really talk right now.”

“Who’s Mr. Hummel? Assy, that phone is for work related phone calls only!” I heard in the background. I rolled my eyes, because his boss really does sound like an ass.

“My babies are due soon boss. My family needs to be able to reach me. I only gave it to my family.”

I took a deep breath. “Blaine, I’m sorry to call you at work, but Savannah is here and needs to get home. I’d take her, but the shop is really busy, and I can’t get in contact with anyone else. I need you to get her.”

Blaine sighed quick, and responded whispering, “Sebastian is on my ass right now. I don’t think he’ll let me out of here. Where’s Finn or Kurt? Could they maybe get her? I’m really tied up.”

“Blaine! Off the phone, the meeting is starting. Get in here, NOW!” Sebastian reprimanded again.

I bit my lip and looked out at my duties, and saw frustrated customers looking at their watches. “Blaine, Kurt and Finn are both in Columbus and I can’t reach them. She needs you.”

“She said she would be fine taking the bus today. Is she okay?”

I looked out at Savannah; she was now slumped in the hard chair, with her head resting on the arm rest, completely drained.

She needs a nap. I remember Elizabeth when she was about 8 months pregnant with Kurt. It was mid-June, less than a month before Kurt was born, and the heat was making her very uncomfortable. Savannah is still more than two months from her due date, but she’s also having twins. She can’t be comfortable.

“No Blaine, she shouldn’t have been on the bus at all! Do you realize it’s over 100 degrees out today?”

I heard another sigh of frustration from the boy as he was surely running his hands through his hair. He didn’t respond.

“Look Blaine, work is very important. I understand that. But, this is part of your responsibility. Your babies’ mom is pregnant, and at risk for heatstroke if you don’t get your curly headed butt over here and take her home. I don’t care what your boss says. You’re the only useful assistant he’s got there, and I DARE him to fire you. You need to be stern and tell him you have a family emergency.” I said as nicely as possible, but with authority. I’d like to think that I can say this to my son’s boyfriend who is having babies that my own son is going to co-parent.

I think that grants me grandpa authority.

“Ok. I’m on my way…. I don’t know what to tell my boss but…. I- I’m on my way.”

And he hung up.

~~0o0~~

Savannah got home safely, and according to her parents, slept for 13 hours. Blaine arrived 12 minutes after I called, and almost carried her out to the car. He apparently got computer logging duty the weekend before school started for bailing on the meeting, which he wasn’t excited about, but responsibilities come first.

Thank god for school starting tomorrow, because this summer, has lasted A LOT longer than any summer has before.

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All knowing POV

“Hey Janah? Did you know about this?” Harry asked at the kitchen table holding a fancy piece of stationary.

Janah took the slip from him and read it.

The family members of Anderson Manor request the presence of Harry, and Janah Lake for the baby shower of Savannah and Blaine. Formal dress, and RSVP required for entry. Come and celebrate the 2 new upcoming births of baby girl and baby boy ‘Anderson’ on September 25th.

September 25th @ 1:00 pm, come and join us at the Trade Winds Condominiums’, #1886

“Baby shower? This doesn’t look like a baby shower invitation, it looks like some formal gala event invite.” Janah responded, still looking at the fanciness of the invitation.

 “That’s not what I’m worried about.” Harry mentioned, opening the invitation and pointing to the phrase in the tilda’s.

~~Top secret House warming crossover party. Any gifts not related to the baby shower are to be put in the first room on the left after entry. The housewarming part of the party are NOT to be brought up, as the couple is unaware of the condo being their gift from us.~~

We hope to see you there. Please RSVP with Cheryl Anderson by September 15th.

                                                                                                                        The Anderson family

“They got them a condo?” Janah exclaimed.

Harry just nodded with a blank expression on his face. “I am not comfortable with that.”

Janah proceeded to sit down before speaking again. “That sure trumps our gift. Getting them cribs seems like nothing now; they’re giving them a roof over their babies’ heads.”

Harry walked in front of his wife now holding the card up in disbelief. “They have three roofs to go over their babies’ heads. And wait a minute, you’re okay with this?”

Janah shrugged and licked her lips. “Well, Harry, we told her that we weren’t going to be the parents to her baby, and truthfully, I didn’t think it would be very practical for Savannah to have the babies here full time. Blaine is very involved. He has been since the beginning. I’m sure he would want the babies at his house.”

“No no no no, this boy already got her pregnant! It’s not a matter of where the babies will be raised. I’m concerned about my daughter living, for any amount of time, in her own place with a teenaged boy!” He said raising his voice a bit.

“Oh honey, relax. Blaine is gay. He’s dating someone else, and they would not do anything together, you’re being overprotective.”

“Am I?” Harry asked, sitting beside his wife. “Their own place means a private place for her to be alone with anyone. And by anyone, I am most definitely referring to Finn. And Blaine too for that matter. He could be alone with Kurt anytime he wanted to. If they’re doing it, Finn and Savannah would do it too. This is a TERRIBLE IDEA!”

Janah sighed and nodded a bit agreeing with her husband. “I suppose they could’ve asked us what we thought of this. But I don’t think there’s anything we could do regardless honey.”

“What do you mean? I’m gonna call and tell them my 15 year old daughter is not old enough to be living in her own apartment!” Harry said, grabbing the house phone.

Janah stood and took the phone from Harry. “Honey, stop. Honestly, even if we told them we objected, it wouldn’t make any difference. They’d most likely be getting Blaine the place anyway because of the babies. Do you think they want Blaine to have babies pooping and spitting up at Anderson Manor? She sneered with sarcasm.

Harry agreed and looked at the invitation once more. “The couple is unaware?” He quoted. “Don’t they know that he’s gay? They are not a couple. ”

“Who’s not a couple?” Savannah asked, waddling into the dining room with wet hair, and looking comfy in a robe and slippers.

“Janah snatched the invite from her husbands’ arms and put it speedily behind her. “Oh. You and Blaine.”

Savannah rolled her eyes. “Um, ew. No. That’d be like…..weird now. Just, no.”

‘Weird now…. It wasn’t weird 8 months ago.’ Harry thought with sarcasm.

“What’s up?” Her mom asked.

Savvy sat down at the kitchen table and took a deep breath as she shifted in the seat.

She was really huge now with only 2 months left of her pregnancy.

“Um…. Can Finn come over? I haven’t seen him in a while because I’ve been working. I miss him.

Janah walked over to her daughter and sat beside her. She laid a hand on her stomach and smiled a little. “They’re kicking.”

“Yeah, they’ve been doing that all night.” Savannah said with a matching smile, but there was sarcasm there too. “It stopped being exciting when it started keeping me up all night! I swear they’re having a party in there. Be Still!”

Her mom could tell she was nervous about the babies. She could probably use some teenaged time with Finn. She wouldn’t have any teen time come the next 2 months.

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 With permission, Finn came over the second Savannah texted that she was waiting for him.

 Her dad making the rule of keeping the door open when he was over was really not changing anything at all. Savannah was too pregnant to do anything more than kiss, and even if she wasn’t, she is too afraid of getting pregnant again to mess around.

Finn’s mind however was fighting, and fighting hard.

Literally.

Ever since summer came to its near end, Savannah started showing more. A lot more.

And in more places than her stomach.

Finn wasn’t even subtle with his opinions.  She was getting really nice breasts.

And he was liking them, MUCH too much.

Savannah was lying on her side, stretched out on her bed, while Finn lay in a fetal position beside her, kissing her face like it was dessert.

Savannah wasn’t complaining. Her hormones had been going completely crazy for weeks!

And she wanted Finn. She had been working more since summer started, and she missed Finn.

Finn definitely missed her too if the way that he started to suckle on Savannah’s bottom lip with caress, was any evidence. His confidence built with Savannah’s little whimper from the kissing. His hand started to slowly creep its way up the side of her breast.

His heart nearly skipped a beat. It was full and warm and heavy and-

Harry walked in clearing his throat. ”Dad?!” Savannah yelled annoyed.

Finn was more relieved though. There was definitely a problem starting that couldn’t get finished here, so it needed to be stopped before it started.

“What's going on?” Harry asked, with crossed arms and a fatherly glare on his face.
Savannah struggled to sit up. “Dad, we’re just kissing. It’s no big deal. Is making out against any rule all of the sudden?”
Harry scoffed. “Uhhh, yeah. It kind of is. We all know what making out can turn into.”
Finn looked guiltily at Savannahs stomach and scooted away a little.

Seeing Finn’s reaction, Savannah frowned, thinking with the reminder that she got pregnant, Finn is grossed out by her pregnant stomach. 

That’s wasn’t it at all though.

Shrugging the thought off, Savannah stood and continued to protest.
“Dad, we weren't doing anything and we weren't going to. I’m like a million months pregnant.”

“Exactly. You should be resting anyway. Get back in bed.”

“Daddy, I don’t know what you are so worried about. I CAN'T GET PREGNANT AGAIN.”
Harry took a deep breath, just the thought of that suggestion made him want to strangle the both of them.

He was calmed of his previous thoughts though as he noticed Savannah make a face and exhale deeply, eyes on her stomach. “Did you know that sexual activity can induce labor?” He told the two of them.

Finn’s eyes in that moment mirrored a character out of a bug’s life.

Neither teen said a word.

“Yeah. I think it’s time for Finn to go home. Goodnight Finn.” Harry said, gesturing out of the room.
Finn got up all shuffley and grabbed his bag, dropping several things out of it. Savannah got up to help him, but Finn shook his head.

“No Savvy don’t get up, I, I got it.”

Savannah didn’t listen seeing Finn still shaking a bit and his hands stumbling. She knelt to pick the last something up, but Finn had reached for it too. Their hands touched and for a moment, they looked in each-other’s eyes. Their lips were so close, they almost met for a kiss until Harry cleared his throat.

They hurried to pick up the rest of Finn’s stuff before Finn stood and grabbed Savannah’s hand to help her stand. They stared at each other for a moment before Finn looked at Harry briefly.

A request to give his daughter a proper goodbye.

Harry rolled his eyes, exhaled, and nodded turning around to walk out of the room. Finn kissed Savannah for a moment, closed mouth and innocent afraid of making her go into labor or something.

Harry was brilliant to put that thought in his mind, because now, he likely wouldn’t touch her until she wasn’t pregnant anymore.

As Finn came down the stairs and to the front door, Harry led him out. “Goodnight Finn.”

“Bye Mr. Lake, sir.” Finn responded, tripping before stepping off the porch.

As Harry closed the door, he closed his eyes and entered deep thought.

Once these babies are here, she won’t be pregnant anymore. Meaning she’d be susceptible to GET pregnant.

Oh boy.

Would it be relevant for Harry to say that he was not ready?

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