[Marley]

Braylin didn't think he'd actually go as far as he had, so when all was done and over with his was pleasantly content. He'd somehow managed to find his way out of bed and asked for a ride home, considering he didn't have his car and he was just the slightest hungover. He'd called out of work he next day and the rest was history... at least until the throwing up began. 

He didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was probably something he'd eaten that made him sick. Working at the hospital, some of his co-workers lightly teased him about it, but the teasing was what brought his attention to what he'd feared most; a possible pregnancy. He tried to conve himself in he beginning it was impossible and that that one night with James hadn't done it, but one night was all that was needed, and after taking a pregnancy test - many, in fact, and in different brands too just to be sure - his fears were confirmed. He'd gotten screwed over and knocked up. Braylin was angry initially but he had to calm himself because it made him terribly stressed at work. He wasn't even sure if he should tell James or not, remembering how the man had said he didn't want anything other than a hookup. So he did just that, he didn't tell James, and he handled the situation himself. 

But weeks went by and nothing changed except his pants size and weight, and he now had a noticeable bump protruding from his once flat abdomen. He'd brought a larger pair of scrubs just to hide the fact and while no one at work knew, they were starting to catch onto something and it was unsettling Braylin quite a bit. This evening, just to get his wits about him, he'd headed down to the same bar he'd met James in those months ago, tired and disheveled looking and still sporting his scrubs from work. He didn't even notice the other man there but opted to take a seat on some kind of couch off to the far corner of the bar, his eyelids drooping as sleep threatened to take over.