A/N: As the summary states, this is a continuation of Hobbits, Hovercrafts and Headaches part 1, which is the sequel to St. Joseph's Shelter for Men. Again, this is an mpreg story. If you don't like mpreg, don't read it.

Thanks to Phish Tacko for beta'ing this.

Ch. 25

"I don't think you're right," Ichabod said as Ashley read off the results of the pregnancy test that she'd given him.

"Blood tests don't lie," She replied. "You're definitely pregnant. A little less than a month along, actually."

"But it's not possible. I took the pills every day, I never missed them!"

Ashley sighed. "Ichabod, sometimes they just don't work. It's rare but it happens. Maybe it's just fate."

"I don't believe in fate," Ichabod said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, then it's just how it is. I'm not sure what else to tell you. Do you want Dr. Schnabel to look at the test results, too?"

"Yes."

Ashley fought rolling her eyes, but took the test results out of the room with her. She brought Dr. Schnabel in a moment later.

"Hi, Ichabod. How are you feeling?"

"Terrible. I'm throwing up all the time, and I'm tired all the time, and this nurse is telling me that I'm pregnant."

The doctor nodded, and looked over the test results. "The test says that you are pregnant."

"It's. Not. Possible!" Ichabod said, tapping his knee after each word.

Dr. Schnabel sighed. He wanted to point out how childish Ichabod was acting, but realized that the man was probably just stressed out and having a hard time expressing it.

"I can give you another test if you like."

"You mean… another blood test?" Ichabod began to pale. He hadn't done so well with the last test.

"It's the most accurate way."

"I… um. No more needles."

The doctor wasn't really listening, though. Instead he was rummaging through one of the cabinets. He pulled out a rather large needle, and held it up.

"I'm sorry, did you say that you did or did not want another test?" He asked.

Ichabod couldn't even reply. He was unconscious within a few seconds.

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When Ichabod woke up, he was lying in a bed, in the dark. He squinted, trying to figure out where he was. It took a bit for the memories to come back to him; being at Dr. Schnabel's office, the needle, the pregnancy tests… the doctor must've put him in a bed when he'd fainted.

Ichabod sighed. He really did not want to accept that it was possible that he was, in fact, pregnant. There had to be something else wrong with him. Something. Maybe he simply had a stomach virus, and that was why he was getting so sick all the time.

Suddenly, Ichabod felt something that he had not felt in quite a long time. It was a very painful sensation, like extreme pressure in his lower stomach. It felt like the worst cramps he could possibly imagine, and he could not help but to groan in pain.

He'd been curled up and moaning for a few minutes before Ashley came in, having heard him. She rushed to his side, and began trying to comfort him.

"Why is this happening?" He asked through gritted teeth. He felt like he wanted to cry, it hurt so badly.

"It's a normal symptom that comes with pregnancy, dear," She said softly. She brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. He was starting to sweat and it was making his hair stick to his forehead.

"Make it stop, please," He begged.

"I'll get you some Tylenol and I'll get the doctor."

"Okay," Ichabod whispered.

Because things were never bad enough for Ichabod, at that exact moment, he felt a wave of nausea overcome him. Before he could stop it, he found himself leaning over the bed and throwing up. It was only after he was mostly finished that he realized what had happened. Ashley was standing there, with an expression of both horror and disgust on her face, but she seemed to be trying to hide it.

"I'm sorry," Ichabod said, out of breath. "I didn't mean to… Oh, God, I'm sorry." He was starting to cry.

"It's okay," Ashley said, taking a step back. There was vomit all over her scrubs. "I have a few other sets of scrubs. I'll just go shower and change my clothes. Do you want me to call your wife?"

Ichabod sniffed, and Ashley handed him a box of tissues.

"I… I guess you should," He said, pulling several out. He held one to his mouth, unsure if he was going to be sick again. When he was sure he wasn't, he spoke again. "I guess I have to tell her the news."