This is a fic I wrote as a birthday present for Kigeara (or otherwise
known as Aznfiregoddess). To Kigeara, I hope that you like this fic cos
I wrote this specially for you. If you don't... well, it's the thought
that counts, right?
Note: I've found and read quite a few fics about the G-boys getting pregnant.
So I, Blue Violet have decided to jump into the bandwagon. But somehow,
the only preggy fics I've come across had either Trowa, Wufei, Heero
or Duo who gets to be pregnant but never a fic that has a very preggy
Quatre. So you can just guess who gets pregnant in this fic, ne?
A
Preggy Fic
by Blue Violet
Trowa gazed at the face of his sleeping lover beside him with a small
smile on his lips. He thought about how peaceful and innocently child-like
his golden angel looked when he sleeps. To the tall pilot, Quatre looked
like a sleeping beauty to him. He could just stay there and gaze at his
lover for hours until end. It would be well worth his time. To Trowa,
Quatre was the god of beauty and he worshipped Quatre tremendously -
even the ground that the blonde had tread upon.
Suddenly Quatre's eyelids fluttered open to reveal big, sparkly blue
eyes. They were the colour of a clear sky on a sunny day or the colour
of the ocean. Quatre saw his lover smiling down at him and he smiled
his prettiest smile.
"Ohayo, little one," said Trowa with a loving smile. "It's about time
you got up."
"Ohayo Trowa," murmured Quatre as he sat up to give his lover a good
morning kiss. As he drew the taller boy's head towards his, he felt sick.
He felt like he was gonna barf. Immediately he ran towards the bathroom
and proceeded to hurl last night's dinner into the toilet bowl.
'Does my breath stink that bad?' wondered Trowa bewilderedly before he
went to the bathroom to see if Quatre was all right.
~*~*~*~
Later, it was time for breakfast and the whole gang were all ready
seated at the dining table, waiting for Trowa to bring them their food
which was just some plain old bacon and ommelettes and fresh orange
juice.
The scenario that morning was pretty much like every morning.
Duo was complaining about how he was nearly starved to death
and pestered Trowa to cook faster. Heero was reading the newspaper while
Wufei was snapping at the braided American to shut up. Quatre, who would
usually help Trowa in the kitchen and join in Duo's constant chatter
was sitting quietly in his seat.
Trowa noticed that Quatre looked somewhat pale. But of course the blonde
had assured him and reassured him after the barfing incident that he
was feeling much, much better and there was nothing to worry about.
Quatre had told him that maybe he had eaten something bad last night.
"Breakfast is served," announced Trowa as he pretended to be a waiter
from a posh restaurant and placed a plate of steaming bacon and ommelettes
and a glass of orange juice on everybody's place mats.
"Yay! Food at last!" cheered Duo and clapped his hands gleefully.
"Maxwell, you are sooo immature," muttered Wufei as he watched Duo dig
into his food like he hadn't eaten a single morsel of food for years.
"You're eating like a pig."
"Oink, oink," said Duo with his mouth full and made a loud snort which
wasn't a good thing because it made him choke on his food.
Duo coughed and wheezed like anything! His face was getting red and he
was clutching at his throat. The food he was eating was obviously stuck
in his wind pipe. The others just stared at him while he coughed and
coughed.
Finally, seeing that Duo was about to die from suffocation,
Heero whacked the American hard on the back several times until
the food was out of the wind pipe and Duo was breathing normally again.
"You didn't have to clobber me!" hissed Duo as he glared at Heero.
"Well, you're all right now aren't you?" asked Heero as he continued to
eat his breakfast.
"And the rest of you! Can't you guys be kind enough to help a person
who's choking on his food?" cried Duo with an accusatory tone.
"It was your fault that you choked in the first place," said Heero
flatly.
"What! You're against me, too?" cried Duo incredulously. "I thought that
you were on my side!"
"You should have left him to choke to death, Yuy," muttered Wufei
under his breath.
"I heard that!"
Trowa smiled as he watched the two boys bicker and trade insults back and
forth. It was always like this. And he felt happy - cos it made him feel
as if they were one big, happy family. Even though some of them
argued a lot some time. No, make that most of the time!
The unibanged pilot glanced at his lover with a frown. Quatre seemed to
be awfully quiet that morning. Usually he would be cheerful and laughing
at Duo and Wufei's never ending bickering. But that day, he was slumped
in his chair and ate his food quietly and slowly.
"Quatre, is any - "
Before Trowa could continue the rest of his sentence, Quatre jumped up
from his seat towards the nearest bathroom with a hand covering his
mouth. His face was sort of green, Trowa noticed worriedly.
"Hey, where's Quatre going to?" asked Duo.
'Was it my cooking?' he wondered worriedly. He didn't want to be the
one to have caused his beloved Quatre to be sick all because of his
bad cooking. But he felt that his food was fine. He shoved more of his
meal into his mouth. It tasted OK.
Then he glanced at the other three
pilots. Heero and Wufei were eating their bacon and ommelettes without
a word of complaint. But then, those two practically never complained
about anything. Except, maybe for Wufei. But the only thing he complained
about was Duo. And Duo... he was wolfing down his meal quite happily.
But then again, Duo practically ate everything! From leftovers to burnt
food.
But he and the rest of the pilots weren't getting sick or anything so
it wasn't the food that made Quatre sick, right? 'Quatre must be sick
from something,' he decided and went to check on Quatre.
"Hey Trowa! Can I have the rest of your food?" asked Duo loudly with
his mouth full and just took Trowa's plate without waiting for an
answer.
"Greedy pig," muttered Wufei.
~*~*~*~
It wasn't such a great day for Quatre Rebarba Winner. It was all ready
3 o'clock in the afternoon and he had barfed for like, practically
more than ten times since the time he woke up. He was also feeling
sort of hungry - he had eaten some lunch but he had hurled it into the
toilet bowl. Plus, he was having the biggest headache of the century
and it wasn't getting any better what with Wufei and Duo constantly
arguing here and there.
Trowa was worried about him. He was worried about himself, too. He had
never felt that ill in his entire life. He didn't even know why he was
feeling so horrible. He wasn't having a fever or a stomachache or
anything.
"Quatre, why don't you take a nap?" suggested Trowa. "Maybe you'll feel
much better after that."
"I would like to but I think I'm feeling too sick to be able to fall
asleep,"said Quatre. "I just can't understand what's wrong with me
today!"
There was a loud stomping noise in the house as if there was a stampede
but it was just Duo and Wufei chasing each other around in the livingroom to get full control over the remote control.
"Would you guys shut up!" yelled Trowa. "Quatre's not feeling well and
it would be nice if there was a bit of peace and quiet around here."
"Oops, sorry!" said Duo and smiled sheepishly at a glaring Trowa and
a pale-faced Quatre who was slumped in the big armchair in the
livingroom. Then he and the Chinese continued chasing each other again
- but in a more quieter manner than before.
"Let me handle this," said Heero and he whipped out a gun from his
spandex shorts and pointed it at the two running boys who instantly
stopped dead in their tracks. "Omaetachi o korosu."
"Eep!"
And for probably the eleventh time that day, Quatre dashed towards
the bathroom to barf again.
~*~*~*~
Trowa sighed. It wasn't fun watching his lover watching his lover make
a wild dash towards the bathroom every fice minutes. He really couldn't
understand what the hell was the matter with Quatre. And right then,
Quatre was in the bathroom barfing. Again.
"Hey man, what's wrong with Quatre?" asked Duo. "He doesn't look so
good."
"Of course he doesn't look good," snapped Trowa irritably. "You don't
look good when you're feeling sick."
"You know, with Quatre barfing all day long, maybe he's pregnant or
something," said Heero. "It says here in this medical encyclopedia that
pregnant women usually have motion sickness."
"Pregnant women, not pregnant guys," pointed out Trowa. "And guys don't
get pregnant."
"Well, it's just an idea," said Heero with a shrug.
"But then again, maybe Heero's right. I mean, you never wore a condom
when you're uh, having sex with Quatre, right?" asked Duo with a
wicked grin.
A fountain of crimson blood spurted from Wufei's nose at that statement.
Trowa blushed. "But we're guys! Guys don't get pregnant from having
sex!"
"Well, who knows?" said Duo with a wink. "If Quatre's really pregnant,
then you're going to be a dad!"
"Yeah, right," said Trowa with a snort. "As if Quatre's gonna get
pregnant. Only women get pregnant."
Suddenly Quatre was back from the bathroom with a weird look on his face.
"Trowa?" he began.
"Yes, angel?"
"I think that maybe I'm pregnant."
Trowa fell to the floor with a thud.
~*~*~*~
"Trowa!" cried Quatre in alarm as his lover fainted and landed in a heap
onto the floor.
"Don't worry. He's fainted, that's all," said Duo assuringly.
"You guys can't leave him like that!"
"Oh, OK then. I'll wake him up," said Duo cheerfully and grabbed a small
flower vase from the coffee table and dumped the water along with the
flowers on Trowa's face. Trowa instantly woke up.
"Uh, where am I?" asked Trowa as he blinked his eyes. He spotted Quatre
looking at him with a concerned look. "Quatre. Tell me you were joking."
"I hope I was," said Quatre with a sigh.
"Then you're telling me that it was all a joke?" asked Trowa hopefully.
"No. I still think that I'm pregnant."
Trowa fainted for the second time that day.
Was this fic funny? I hope it turned out to be funny and not dumb like
all my other fics. I just wrote something that popped in my head so it
must be... Wonder if I should continue this fic or not. It's
up to minna-san to determine the fate of this fic. To continue or not
to continue, that is the multi-million dollar question. Anyway, just
send all you suggestions or ideas or flames to me at [email protected]. Yes, I'll
be happy to recieve flames. But I hope I won't get any cos so far I
haven't been flamed yet!!
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