"Pregnant?"
Arthur was definitely sure he'd just heard the doctor incorrectly. He couldn't be pregnant! He was a man so it must've surely been impossible for him to have the ability to hold life within him. The Brit was sat, absolutely stunned into silence whilst the doctor explained the situation.
"We've never seen anything like this, but it appears that you somehow have a birthing canal system inside you, and have somehow been impregnated. If you don't want to abort the child, we'd like to keep regular checkups on you to test how this works. We would also like to run a few tests, check your blood and other necessities, to see if there's anything different about you to other men." Unsure of how to react, Arthur shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, pondering what to say. He was quite sure of who the other father was, and he was quite discomforted by how Alfred would react to such bizarre news.
"Would it be alright to contact the.. the other father first?" He asked the doctor who, in return, smiled understandingly and nodded.
"Of course! But please contact me again soon. This birth could have many complications, and I would like you to be safe." The Asian man seemed both quite serious and worried, which made Arthur swallow in slight fear. This all seemed so surreal and alarming. Standing up and brushing himself down, Arthur thanked the effeminate doctor, put on his jacket and walked out into the cold, English winter air. The wind nipped at his nose and cheeks, which in turn dusted into a light shade of pink. Arthur sighed, "Best go to Alfred's house and explain everything." So he made his way towards his child's father's house.
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Scowling down at the cup of tea Alfred had whipped up for him, Arthur let out a small sigh. He had no idea how to tell Alfred about the baby; he barely understood the situation himself. "So, why'd ya come all the way here Artie?" Alfred asked, sitting down in front of the smaller male and grinning. "I haven't seen you since..." he trailed off, chuckling awkwardly.
"I-I have to tell you something." Arthur muttered, uneasily fiddling with his tea cup. "I wasn't feeling well for a while, so I went to the doctors.. and, well.." But before he could continue, Alfred flew from his chair to stand in front of Arthur, looking absolutely panicked as he gripped onto Arthur's shoulders. "Artie, tell me you're not dying! Are you dying!? Oh my God!"
"A-Alfred! Calm down, you bloody idiot!" Arthur winced. "I'm not dying, I'm.. pregnant." He closed his eyes, awaiting Alfred to start accusing him of joking or for the American to start freaking out.
"Pregnant... You're pregnant? But," He sat himself back down, confusion etched onto his facial features, his blue eyes watching Arthur behind his glasses. "You're a man. You can't be pregnant!"
"I know that Alfred, but apparently I am. I just... I wanted to know what you thought." He averted his emerald eyes down to his tea cup, watching the hot liquid swirl around inside. Alfred noticed that Arthur seemed serious. He clearly wasn't drunk, and his eyes portrayed something close to sadness, making his heart clench in worry.
"Well, I mean.. ya can't get rid of it. It's.. alive and stuff." the American mumbled some nonsense, eyes flitting from Arthur to his hands. Arthur winced a little, feeling uneasy under the Americans occasional gaze.
"I suppose.. But I can't look after it, especially by myself." As Arthur said this, Alfred began shaking his head.
"No, no, you won't be looking after it by yourself! I'll help! And I can even get Mattie to come 'round and help through the next nine months, or however many months there are left!" Arthur sat, a little taken aback by what Alfred was saying. He looked down and nodded. 'I suppose I could keep it.. but there are so many implications. What about money? Looking after the baby itself will be a hassle.' He worried, rubbing his fingers against his teacup. 'But if Alfred's going to help, I suppose we might be able to do it..' Arthur smiled.
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Once Arthur had arrived back at his house, he shut the front door quietly behind him and leaned against it, closing his eyes as he slid down till he reached the floor. He placed a hand over his stomach, wondering how on Earth had any of this happened. The day had seemed to rush by, and Arthur was tired out.
He stood up from his spot on the floor and hobbled over to his bedroom, changing into his pyjamas, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go toilet.
By the time Arthur had reached his bedroom and lay down comfortably, his mobile on his bedside table went off, notifying him of an incoming text. With a grumble, Arthur leaned over and reached for his phone and opened up the text.
It was from Alfred.
From Alfred
To Arthur
hey, goodnight. :]
you free tomrw? we should meet up and talk.
Arthur sighed, replying to the text.
From Arthur
To Alfred
That would be good. When and where?
Good night to you too.
Laying himself back down in bed, with his phone in his hand, Arthurs eyes felt heavy and they began drooping shut before his phone buzzed. Another message.
From Alfred
To Arthur
ill come to your place at 12 or so.
have sweet dreams! :)
Replying an 'okay' to Alfred, Arthur kept his grip on the mobile device, closing his eyes to fall into a deep slumber.
Okay! If you have read this far, THANK YOU!
This is my first multi-chaptered fanfiction, so I have literally no idea what I'm doing! :S I'd be immensely grateful for constructive criticism.
Okay, so this chapter didn't exactly have a strong "humour" feel to it, and that's because at first this was going to be angst-y. I decided to change the genre last minute, so it'll probably get more humorous in the upcoming chapters. If anybody has any ideas for how I should go on with this, I'll be very thankful.
Seeing as I'm moving houses on Friday, I don't know if I can update extremely soon! :( Hopefully within the upcoming week I'll update if I've got the motivation! I'll be starting year 9 in some high school soon and I'm really not looking forward to that! (I already finished year 9 in London! Australia, why do you do this to me?)
Anyway, long authors note is long. Thank you to anyone who's read this! See you next chapter! :)