Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

"Brett's bringing dinner. No worries," Ted replied.

John nodded. "Okay. I didn't feel like cooking anyway." He chuckled.

"So what do you want from Subway?" Ted asked, pulling out his phone so he could text Brett.

John smiled. "Italian grinder is fine." He said, laying down on the couch.

"You know there's two types of Italian, right?" Ted asked, looking at him.

John sighed. "I know that. I want Hot Italian." He said, sinking down in his seat.

Ted chuckled. "You mean Spicy Italian?" he asked.

"Same thing... sorta... I dunno. Just get me something spicy." John chuckled, cuddling with his large dog on the couch.

"What kind of bread, what veggies and what sauces?" Ted asked.

"French bread, toasted. Lettuce and tomatoes. Vinegar sauce, and the usual meat they put on it... and hot sauce." John said.

Ted nodded and sent the text to Brett, including his own order. He looked at John and smiled.

John smiled. "I'm gonna be eating for two now." He chuckled.

"You are," ted said with a huge smile.

"So if it's a boy, what do you wanna name him?" He asked.

"Ryan Alexander DiBiase," Ted replied after a few moments of thought.

John smiled. "That sounds perfect. Plus, I have a feeling it's a boy." He said, cuddling with Ted on the couch.

Ted chuckled. "Good. I want a boy," he said.

"You're not gonna push him into the wrestling lifestyle if he doesn't want it, right?" John asked.

"Not if he doesn't want it. But until he tells me otherwise, I'm gonna push him towards wrestling," Ted said.

John nodded. "Okay." He sighed, kissing Ted's jaw.

Ted smiled. "You want him to be a wrestler?" he asked.

"I want him to be whatever he wants to be." John said.

Ted nodded. "If he wants to be a gymnast?" he asked.

John sighed. "I'll tell him to be careful." He said quietly.

Ted nodded. "What if he doesn't want to do sports what-so-ever?" he asked.