A/N: My Tumblr made me do this. I was bound to write a mpreg fic sooner or later.

"Am I getting fat?"

Connor looked up from his phone with a raised eyebrow. Oliver was standing a few feet away from him, one hand holding his shirt up and the other rubbing his stomach. Connor couldn't help but notice how adorable his boyfriend looked, all focused and serious. Oliver pretended to be paying close attention to the stomach. Sure he and Oliver were prone to late night snacks and many takeout Chinese food, but he was sure that they weren't gaining any weight.

"You look fine," Connor answered with a smirk. "Come here," the law student motioned for his boyfriend to join him on the couch. Oliver shot him a pointed look but obliged anyway.

"I swear I'm getting fat. We need to stop with the Chinese food," Oliver muttered, plopping down next to Connor with a petulant pout. Connor chuckled and leaned against him.

"Even if you did gain a bit of weight, I can't tell and I don't mind," Connor murmured against his boyfriend's neck.

"Don't lie. If I got fat, you wouldn't stick around."

"How fat are we talking about?" Connor asked with a cheeky grin, earning himself a smack in the face with a nearby cushion.

"You're impossible."

"No, but seriously. You look fine. In fact..." Connor growled playfully, pushing his boyfriend on the couch and straddling him. He pulled his tee off in a single sweep and watched Oliver's lips curl up into a smile.

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Almost a month later, Oliver was back in the living room, examining his own stomach yet again. He had been working out at least three times a week and had made a great deal of effort to eat right, yet his stomach kept growing ever so slightly.

"OK, you can not tell me I'm not getting fat," Oliver began with a huff, turning towards Connor who was fixing a bowl of salad (per Oliver's request). "Look at this," he continued lifting his shirt off and pointing at the small, round bump.

Connor walked over and placed a hand on his boyfriend's stomach. He cocked his head to the side as he rubbed against it and poked a couple of times. It didn't feel like fat. It didn't jiggle quite as much. Maybe it was some strange muscle buildup?

"Alright...so maybe you've gained a few around here, but...you've been eating a lot healthier. Beer maybe?"

"I've had like...one beer in the last month."

"That's true."

Oliver had refrained from drinking in his effort to help Connor stay sober, and the only time he did drink was because he had a beer left in the fridge that he didn't want to throw away.

"I've been hitting the gym, too...what the hell?"

"Look, maybe you're just getting bloated. If it keeps getting worse, we'll go see a doc, OK?"

"Fine. Give me that salad. No dressing."

"How the hell do you eat salad without any dressing?" Connor made a face as he grabbed some for himself.

"You will, if you start looking like this."

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Another couple of weeks later, both men couldn't ignore the bump anymore. Oliver's stomach kept growing little by little, no matter how much he worked out and skipped dinner. Oliver had put a complete stop to their takeouts and dining out, but it wasn't helping at all.

"God, it's like I'm pregnant or something," Oliver muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Connor was behind him, rolling his eyes.

"Now, wouldn't that be fun," he drawled, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. "Alright, we're going to see a doctor tomorrow. Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Even when you press it?"

"Nope. This better not be...cancer or something."

"Stop being so dramatic, I'm sure it's just...bloating from I dunno, something hormonal," Connor did his best to reassure his boyfriend as he wrapped his arms around him.

"Yeah, like having my period?" Oliver asked sarcastically.

"You'll be fine."

"This sucks. I'm not fitting into any of my shirts and I just bought new ones last month."

"We'll just grab a few more if we need to, alright?"

"Fine."

"Now we're going to get some sleep," Connor finalized before pressing his lips against his boyfriend's temple. "And stop thinking about it so much."

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Connor Walsh enjoyed being a law student. He enjoyed the thrill of it, the deceit, the competition. He loved spending hours in Professor Keating's residence with the others, trying to be the best out of five. Now, usually he wouldn't mind having to stick around, but right now, he couldn't wait till he got home. Oliver had texted him saying that they needed to talk. In person.

And he was freaking out because he knew that Oliver had just come back from the hospital. It couldn't be cancer right? There was no way a tumor can grow so big and not be painful right?

As soon as they were dismissed, Connor was running into Oliver's apartment. He saw Oliver sitting at the dining table, his face pale and his eyes unfocused. Connor swallowed hard. What the hell was going on? Was it really cancer? Something worse? The very thought of Connor with a terminal illness made him want to empty his stomach all over the floor.

"What's going on?" he asked softly, his trembling fingers grabbing a chair next to the still silent Oliver. "What did the doctor say?"

Oliver looked up, his expression the very definition of misery. Connor held his breath as he watched Oliver blink slowly, a single teardrop running down his cheek. Oliver never cried. While most people thought Oliver was the more emotional one, Oliver rarely fully displayed his emotions. He would get angry, but he wouldn't shout or throw things. When he was happy, he didn't jump up and down. Instead, he'd stay quiet with a smile on his face. That was the kind of man Oliver was.

So to see him crying like this, so vulnerable and upset, drove Connor's gut free-falling into the ground.

"Oliver, say something," Connor tried again, his heart thumping loudly against his chest. He reached out and held the other man's hand. Oliver's hand felt surprisingly cold underneath his.

"What am I going to do," Oliver began, his voice weak and broken.

"What did the doctor say, Oliver," Connor demanded with a bit more force. He was going into full blown panic now. He desperately needed to know that the one person he truly cared about was going to be OK. He couldn't live without Oliver.

"...I'm pregnant," Oliver whispered almost inaudibly. The words were spoken like a fleeting wisp of wind, brushing against every inch of Connor's skin.

The law student tried to comprehend the words that had come out of his boyfriend's mouth. He knew the words individually. He knew what the words were supposed to mean when strung together in that specific order, but it just didn't make any sense.

"You're what?"

"Pregnant," Oliver repeated, dropping his head and avoiding eye contact.

"I don't know what that means..."

"I'm pregnant, Connor, Pregnant with a baby! Your baby!" Oliver yelled almost hysterically, pulling out his hand and standing up so quickly that he sent the chair flying backwards. Connor remained still in his chair, dumbfounded. Was this some weird, twisted joke? Did the other put Oliver up to this?

He studied Oliver. The way he was pacing around the kitchen now with his hands shaking uncontrollably. The way his eyes were looking around frantically, his jaws clenched to keep himself from crying anymore. Everything about Oliver screamed that this was all real.

Connor got up as well and reached out to stop Oliver.

"How is this possible?" Connor asked, because really, he couldn't understand how it was. Sure, there had been internet hoaxes about pregnant men, but this. This wasn't possible.

"I don't know...the doctor said something about a very rare kind of hermaphroditism and I wasn't really listening after that, and, I mean, she did all the blood work and we did an ultrasound just in case and God, there's a heartbeat and I don't know what to do, I don't know how this happened, I don't-"

"Shh, OK, Oliver, look at me," Connor interrupted, holding his now frantic boyfriend by the arms. "Oliver, come on, look at me."

Oliver finally looked up, his eyes wet and so pitiful.

Connor wanted to deny the entire situation altogether. He wanted to retreat to his room and scream or punch a wall or something equally aggressive to let go of the storm of an emotion boiling inside him. But he had to be strong. Oliver needed him right now.

"We'll go see the doctor together tomorrow, OK?" Connor tried his best to calm his boyfriend. "But right now, you need to rest." Connor led Oliver into the bedroom and sat by him until Oliver fell asleep crying. Needless to say, Connor spent the rest of the night up, trying to figure out what was going on.

Oliver was pregnant. With a baby. His baby. Oliver was pregnant, like a woman. There was a baby growing inside Oliver's stomach now. He didn't know how and wasn't sure if he'd ever understand the science behind it, but it happened.

What the hell was he going to do now?

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Continue? (Nervous laugh)