Earth AU! Bubba is upset. Him and Marshall will never have a child of their own. Marshall; well, he's unprepared for a tiny human to join the residence of their home anyways.

"I'm home, baby." Marshall Lee called into the seemingly dead apartment as he kicked off his torn up chuck-Taylors. He pulled his hat off of his head and threw it up into the closet, resting his guitar bag against the wall. There came no happy reply from his boyfriend, actually, there came no reply at all. This was abnormal, and panicked Marshall immediately. "Gummy?" He hurried through the apartment, peering in the kitchen and then rushing through the living room. He checked in the bathroom, then opened their bedroom door.

There was Bubba, curled up under sheets, sniffling and pouting. "Y'scared me, Why didn't you answer when I called?" The man on the bed stared past him, snuffling again and turning over. "It's just not fair, Marshall." He brought a fist up to his eyes, rubbing them. "What's not fair, baby?" Marshall had a seat on the bed beside him, turning him over to look into his damp blue eyes. "When you were a kid, did you ever want something but you couldn't have it?" "Yeah, alot of things. But what does that mean?" Bubba rolled over and sat up, looking down at the bed instead of at his boyfriend. "Marshall. I want a child. But I do not wish to adopt. I just want a child we can call our own. I want to raise a baby girl, to bask in the joys of parenting. But I can't have that, now can I?"

Marshall's expression changed completely, his arms going around the pink haired man's shoulders and pulling him onto his lap. He pictured a baby crying, waking him up in the night, and the thought of changing diapers for a whole year. He knew he was being selfish, but a baby meant quitting the band and quitting drinking and those were Marshall's favorite things. "I guess you're right. We can't have a baby, Bubba. But it's okay. It's going to be okay. Maybe we're not meant to be parents anyways? I know I'd be a bad father." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"You just don't get it. We'd be amazing parents, admit it. I have practically motherly qualities, and you; you're your father's son. Don't lie. You just don't want responsibilities, that's all, Marshall." The shorter man pushed himself away from the Abadeer. "Forget it though, it can't happen anyways." Marshall was stronger, and knew than when Bubba pushed away, it was only because he wanted to be held tighter, so that's what he did. His arms trapped Bubba's, locking him in a bear hug and kissing the top of his head.

"You're right there. I haven't really grown up yet. I'm trying, baby, I am." He heard sniffling, then quiet crying and felt damp tears soak through his flannel shirt. Bubba was shaking now, and it was hurting Marshall to feel his pain through the sobbing. He could feel how bad the other man longed to be a father, and how it was affecting him. He needed to fix this, he needed to fill the hole where a child fit in Bubba's heart somehow.

Once the crying had quieted, and the pink haired man had grown tired, Marshall lay back with him in his arms and stroked his spine until he slept.

In the morning the Abadeer was not awoken by the usual sound of the radio and a sizzling pan on the stove, but Bubba sleeping still beside him. He got up and prepared himself for the day, then kissed his lover, who shifted in his sleep, and left for work. He ran his errands at the end of the day as he usually would, then stopped in front of a petstore window at the mall. This was cheesy, but was also sure to please his boyfriend and keep his mind off of the baby business for a while. He pressed both hands up against the window where inside lay napping kittens. One golden tabby cat awoke, toddling over to the window where Marshall's fingers where pressed and dragged her little pink tongue across the glass.

Marshall went inside the store and requested to see the kittens, as the same fluffy tabby watched him from behind the baby-gate they'd been closed off by. He sat with the kits for a half hour, deciding that little cat was the right one for Bubba, and ended up leaving the store he'd entered empty handed, with a kitten in a carrier.

Bubba sat on the sofa as he heard the door creak open, then inside walked his boyfriend with a large box. "Hey, gorgeous, can you help me out with this?" He hopped to his feet, taking the box off of Marshall's hands and putting it on the living room floor. "Y'can open it if you like." Bubba smiled, pulling at the cardboard tabs to the box as Marshall settled on the sofa, stretching out his back after such a long day. There was shuffling and little mewls coming from inside the box, and out Bubba pulled a pet carrier. "I didn't chose a name for her, thought you'd think of somethin' better than I could." He said casually , cracking open a beer.

The man on the floor placed the carrier down beside him and opened the door, out waddling a kitten, tripping over it's own paws and sniffing at the new-scented air. "Marshall, you didn't." Bubba gasped happily, reaching out to pick up the kitten. "Oh, but I did. She's a baby, isn't she?" "Only one of the cutest! Oh gosh, what'll we name her? I can't believe you did this! You're so cute, Marshy." He grinned. "Let's name her... Cake." "Why Cake?" "I don't know, just, Cake." It seemed that this cat would make his love happy again, and if Bubba was happy, Marshall was too.