A/N: Okay so before I beging there are a few things that I need to cover. First this is SLASH and MPREG. If either of those bother you, you know what to do. If you continue to read after you have been warned that's on you. Any and all flames will be read, disected, and laughed at by both my sister and I. Second I know Mpreg is impossible. I'm 20 years old and took both biology and AP Anatomy in high school. I'm not stupid. However that said, I am female and upon occasion, mostly when I'm PMSing, I like to inflict a little torture upon the male of the species. I mean what girl doesn't? Third, I have never been pregnant and although I have done some research, most of my experience with it comes from watching my mother when she had my siblings and more recently a couple of my coworkers. Fourth what I said about pregnancy? The same is true about hermaphrodites. I have done some research but I don't pretend to know everything. I also modified to concept to fit the story. It wasn't my intention to offend anyone and if I did I appologize. Fifth and finally, the concept of a pregnant hermaphrodite comes from and old Emergency! story called Pregnant! and I belive it is by RB so credit goes to them. So now that being said, I'm going to post this before I lose my nerve.
I awoke slowly, automatically reaching out to pull Logan closer only to find his side of the bed empty. Sitting up, I searched the room for my missing husband who was nowhere to be found. Faintly, I could hear the sound of vomiting filtering out from the half-closed bathroom door, and I swung my legs out of bed, hurrying towards the sound. Knocking lightly on the doorframe, I gently pushed it open, spying my husband kneeling before the toilet emptying what seemed to be everything he had eaten for the past week into it.
Entering the tiny room, I quickly wet a washcloth, before making my way over to Logan and kneeling behind him rubbing soothing circles on his back. Once he finished paying homage to the porcelain gods, I handed him the washcloth and he leaned back against me with a sigh, smiling his thanks.
"You okay, babe?" I asked him concerned. "That makes five times this week. It's not exactly normal."
"I'm fine, James," he replied sounding tired. "I'm sure it's just the flu and it'll be gone soon."
"I don't know, Logan," I said, "Maybe you should see a doctor."
He shook his vehemently. "I'm fine!" he protested. Despite his previous aspirations of becoming a doctor he absolutely hated visiting them himself.
"Please?" I begged him. "I'm worried about you. If you won't do it for yourself, at least do it for me."
I could feel him giving in and I quickly hid a grin. I knew he couldn't say no to me, and although it was low, I wasn't above using that to my advantage. I could feel guilty about it later.
Reluctantly, he nodded and I stood, helping him to his feet and shuffling him to the bedroom. Placing him gently on the bed, I scurried around the room, looking for clothes and tossing the first clean set I could find in his direction.
"Whoa, James. Slow down. It's only," he glanced at the clock, "six in the morning. I said I'd go, but I didn't mean right now."
"Oh no. No. I know you better than that." I said continuing my search for socks. "If I let you put this off, you'll never go. Ah ha!" I held up a pair of socks in triumph before flinging them at him. "Here, put these on."
He stared at me, unmoving, his mouth slack, on sock on top of his head, the tip resting between his eyes, and the other dangling over his right knee.
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to him, retrieved the socks, and proceeded to try to put them on him myself.
"James. . ." I ignored him. "James. . . James, stop!"
He tried to wrestle his foot away from me. "James. . . Really? James, come on. . . Grrrr. . . James. . . JAMES!"
"What?"
He sighed, "I can do it myself you know."
I sat back and huffed. "Well?" I cocked an eyebrow, waiting. He took the socks from me and put them on grumbling. I handed him his shoes. "These too." He flipped me off but otherwise did as he was told.
"There, happy?"
"Insanely." He just glared at me.
-.-.-.-
Two hours and one very unhappy Logan later found us in the office waiting on the results of the multitude of tests the doctor had insisted on running. Logan sat perched on the table refusing to speak to me, but every few minutes he would glance in my direction, staring at my nervously bouncing knee. I couldn't take it anymore.
"What's taking them so long?" I blurted.
Logan finally turned to look at me fully.
"This is normal, James. These things take time."
"I know," I whined, "but we've been here forever."
"Hey, this was your idea. Remember?"
I winced. Yep, he was still furious with me. I opened my mouth to reply, but I was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. I jumped, my nervousness increasing tenfold. The doctor entered, his face serious as he studied Logan's chart with a frown. He sat, arranging himself comfortably before he looked up at us. "I don't know how to tell you this. . ." he began.
My heart stopped. I couldn't breathe. I groped for Logan's hand blindly. He grabbed it, squeezing it tightly, terrified. Oh God, no.
"I've never come across anything like this before," the doctor continued on, seemingly unaware of our abject terror. "I'm not even sure how this is possible, but we ran the test three different times with three different samples and three different technicians. We even opened a brand new kit thinking there was a problem with the old one, because this should be impossible, but they all came back the same. . ." He trailed off, realizing he was rambling. I swallowed.
"What is it?" Logan choked out, his voice strangled.
"You're not going to believe this Mr. Diamond-Mitchell, but you're pregnant."
"WHAT?"
Vaguely, I heard Logan protesting, arguing back and forth with the doctor over what was and was not possible.
Pregnant. The word bounced around in my skull. Pregnant. That's all it was, he wasn't dying, he was just pregnant. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could breathe again. Eventually silence enveloped the room, the doctor finally convincing Logan that it was real and he wasn't a few fries short of a happy meal.
Then it hit me. Logan was pregnant. He was having my baby. A goofy smile spread across my face, and I looked up at him, still completely shocked but also completely overjoyed. I was going to be a father.
-.-.-.-
"I really hate you right now."
"No you don't" Logan glared at me as he crouched on the floor of the bathroom at Rocque Records.
"I'm pretty sure I do," he replied before he ducked back over the toilet and heaved for the third time today.
We had only found out about Logan's condition two weeks ago, but the morning sickness was already atrocious. The littlest things kept setting him off. Today it had been the color of the walls of the studio, yesterday it was the carpet, and the day before that it had been the smell of Gustavo's coffee that had sent him diving for the nearest trash can.
The others were all really confused and highly concerned because they didn't have a clue as to what was going on, but we just weren't ready to tell them yet. I mean how do you tell your best friends and your boss that you seemingly very male husband was going to have a baby? I sighed and pulled myself from my thoughts as I took up my now familiar place behind Logan, rubbing his back gently, trying to relieve some of the tension in his muscles.
He leaned back into my touch, groaning in exhaustion.
"Whoever the genius was that decided to call this morning sickness was an idiot," he said finally able to stop throwing up long enough to speak.
"I know," I pressed a kiss to the back of his head, "but it only lasts until the end of the first trimester and your almost there right?"
He nodded but before he could continue the door swung open and Kendall walked in looking upset. "Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes darting back and forth between us, searching our faces for a hint as to why Logan was once again stuck with the Technicolor-yawn.
Logan sighed, "I'm fine," he said.
Kendall didn't look convinced but he reluctantly let the subject drop. "Gustavo wants us back in the studio ASAP," he said, eyes widening as Logan dived back over the toilet dry-heaving at the thought of returning to the studio. "You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," he said once more leaning aback against me. "Or at least I will be in a few months."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kendall asked, his eyebrows disappearing under his hairline in confusion. Logan sighed.
"We don't have to tell them if you don't was to Lo. We don't have to until you're ready," I said sensing his unease. He shook his head and pushed himself to his feet.
"No, it's okay. They're going to find out eventually, might as well get it over with," he turned to Kendall. "I'll tell you, but I don't want to have to explain this more than once, so let's go find the others first." Nervously he reached down to help me up before he turned and led us out of the bathroom, eyes on the floor trying to avoid looking at the walls so they didn't make him sick again.
The trip back to the studio seemed to take a lifetime. I didn't know why I was so nervous, I wasn't the one that was going to have to tell everyone that I was pregnant and in the process reveal a secret that I had been keeping from everyone. I guess I was just worried about how everyone was going to take it. When Logan had told me when we had first gotten together, I had accepted it easily. I had already known that I loved him and not even finding out his deepest, darkest secret was going to change that. The others though I wasn't so sure about. Kendall and Carlos I had no doubts about. They would be shocked but ultimately they wouldn't care. Kelly could go either way, but Gustavo on the other hand… him I worried about.
I glanced over at Logan as we walked hand-in-hand towards our fate. His face looked determined, but when he met my eyes I could tell he was terrified. God, I didn't think we were ready for this, but it was too late now. The studio doors loomed before us and I don't think I had ever seen them look so intimidating. Pausing briefly, I took a deep breath, squeezed Logan's hand, and stepped forward. "Gustavo, Kelly, Carlos, we've got something to tell you."
They tuned to look at us expectantly as Kendall moved to join them. "What's up guys?" Carlos asked sensing how distressed we were, he had always been good at reading us. "Is this about why Logan's been so sick lately? Oh my God you're dying aren't you?" he babbled on freaking out.
"What? No. No, I'm fine. I mean yeah I've been sick, but I won't be for much longer, but no I'm not dying."
Carlos quieted, sniffling slightly, the thought of Logan potentially leaving us driving him close to tears.
"So if you don't have some kind of weird disease, that what is it?"
Logan turned to look at me, and I smiled at him encouragingly.
"Guys," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "I really don't know how to tell you this, because hey, it should be impossible even with what I am, and I can honestly say I can hardly believe it myself…" he trailed off realizing he was rambling. He took a deep breath and plunged head first in the conversation that could change everything. "I'm pregnant."
The room was completely silent, their faces shocked. Logan clung to my hand waiting for the other shoe to drop. Suddenly, Kendall snickered and before long Carlos had joined him in full out laughter. Kendall leaned on Carlos desperately trying to remain standing as he clutched his stomach doubled over.
"That's a good one Logan. You almost had me there for a minute," Carlos said wiping his eyes as he finally managed to control himself.
"Yeah," Kendall agreed. "I needed that. I really did. Now what's really going on…" he cut himself off realizing that we weren't laughing. "You're serious? But…" he looked back and forth between the two of us, searching our faces for any sign that we were kidding. "You're really serious? This isn't some kind of joke. You're really pregnant?"
"No Kendall," I told him. "It's real."
"But how?" Carlos stuttered. "Logan's a guy."
"Yeah, about that…"
Carlos ignored him. "Guys don't get pregnant! It's biologically impossible. Even I know that!"
"Normally that would be completely true, but… uh… you see I'm not exactly, completely… a guy," Logan rubbed the back of his neck, face bright red.
"What? You can't tell me you're not a guy Logan. I've seen you naked… more than once. You're most definitely a dude!"
"Yes, Kendall, I remember out hockey days, but I promise you I'm not what I look like."
"So what are you then? Some kind of deformed girl?" I winced and glared over a Gustavo who had finally seemed to have overcome his speechlessness and had spoken up. Logan rubbed his thumb over my knuckles soothingly before he answered him.
"No, I'm not a girl."
"So if you're not a girl and you're not a guy then what are you?" Kelly asked and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to work out the answer. Unfortunately, I could also tell that Carlos was thinking as well and as I watched the thoughts flicker behind his eyes, I wanted to groan. He was going to come up with some completely ludicrous idea and the bad thing was, once he decided it was the truth it would be almost impossible to change his mind.
"You're an alien!" he exclaimed excitedly. "That's so cool. What planet are you from. Do you have any cool super powers? Is James an alien too?"
This time I did groan. Leave it to Carlos to come up with the craziest idea possible. At least it was amusing though, and successfully broke the tension that had been building in the room.
"What? No!" Logan stuttered out laughing. "Neither James nor I are aliens. How do you even… Never mind you know what I don't really want to know. No, I'm completely human; I'm just not a normal human. I'm a hermaphrodite."
"WHAT?"
"Huh?"
"English please, Logan." Kendall, Carlos, and Gustavo all managed to say simultaneously as the proverbial light bulb went off in Kelly's head.
"It means that although I look like a guy physically, behind all that I have… girl parts too," Logan's face now looked like a tomato. The guys faces were comical as their brains tried to take in and process the information they had been given. I kind of felt sorry for them. I remembered being on the receiving end of this conversation not that long ago and I could only imagine what my face had looked like at the time. It almost made me want to laugh honestly, and if the situation hadn't been so serious I might have.
"Wait, so you're saying you actually have a…"
"Yes Carlos!" I cut him off before he could actually say the word, trying to save Logan's dignity as much as possible. Plus I really didn't like other guys thinking about my husband's anatomy.
"So," Kendall shuffled awkwardly, "You're really having a baby?"
"Yeah," Logan smiled and placed his free hand over his still flat stomach. I placed my hand over his interlocking our fingers as Kelly squealed and pulled us both into hugs.
"Congratulations," she whispered smiling from ear to ear.
Kendall and Carlos were next. Now that they were convinced that no one was going to jump out at them with a camera yelling "Surprise!" they were happy for us just like I'd expected. As they stepped back, we all turned to Gustavo waiting for him to say something, anything.
"Dogs," he began but as Kelly raised a hand threateningly, he swallowed and muttered, "Congratulations."
"Thanks." I could tell he wasn't exactly happy, he had never really been completely comfortable with our relationship, but at least he wasn't screaming.
"So," Carlos rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, "do you have a period?"
"CARLOS!"
"What? It was just a question."
Logan buried his face into my chest, his face once more a bright, cherry red.
"I really need new friends."
A/N: So first chapter is done. I'm not sure whent the second and probably final chapter will be up as my schedule is kind of hectic but hopefully it will be soon.