Okay so here goes, I have literally never written Mpreg in my life and for all I know, this could go horribly wrong. Judge me if you will, if you don't like it then don't read it. Fanfiction, where it's normal for a man to have a baby…for those who do read it, thank you for your support in advance and please review, I'd like to know if I should continue or not.

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Where It All Begins

Hannigram

Chapter 1

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Hannibal sat in front of Doctor Callie Francis, his eyes drifting in to space as he tried to piece together what was happening. Callie came around her desk and kneeled down in front of the older man, trying to get him to look at her.

"Hannibal…did you hear what I just said?" She smiled softly.

"I…it…there has to be some kind of mistake Dr Francis."

"Hannibal, we've known one another for many years. I know you better than most people, so let's drop the formalities shall we."

"It just can't be true; I'm forty-nine years old."

"I admit you are older than most but there's no room for doubt here that it's happened."

"What do I tell him, what do I tell Will?"

"Well…have you and Will ever discussed children?"

"Not really, I mean we had Abigail for such a short time until I…."

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to talk about that." Her hand coming to cover his own.

"What kind of father could I be, the man I became."

"Hannibal please listen to me, you are not that man anymore. You served your time and Will waited for you, he wouldn't have done that if he didn't love you would he?"

"I will always be known for my past, how is that fair on a child."

"Okay listen to me, here's what's going to happen. You are going to go home and you're going to talk to Will and tell him about the baby and you decide together what you want to do."

Hannibal got up from the chair, a little unsteady at first; Callie was on her feet and by his side as he held on to the back of the chair for support.

"You both have a very big decision to make and nobody else can make it for you, all I ask is that you really think about it. If you decide it would be better not to go ahead with your pregnancy then of course I will arrange a termination for you, but Hannibal please…think about this very carefully, you might not get another chance."

Hannibal looked up at the woman he had come to consider a very good friend; she had always been the one person, even back in the days of his killing that he never once attempted to kill. There had always been genuine concern for him when he was in her presence, even after discovering what he'd done to all those people, she remained his friend...his doctor.

"Thank you Callie, I don't know what I'd do without you for guidance."

"You know I'm always here."

"Why did you never walk away form me, even when you found out what I'd done, when I was sent to prison. You were still there, you visited me regularly, demanded that you remain my doctor during my imprisonment."

"Honestly, I don't really know. I just know the Hannibal I first met twenty years ago, I know you've hurt a lot of people but you've never once tried to hurt or kill me and that's enough for me to trust you."

"I trust I may need you now more than ever."

"Well I'll be right here…are you okay to drive home, I could ring you a cab."

"No…no it's alright, I'll manage."

He tried his best to smile but failed immensely. Callie did something she didn't normally do with her patients and hugged the older man, feeling his arms coming around her back.

"Call me tomorrow and let me know how things went or I can always come to you if it's easier."

"I'll let you know, thank you Callie."

She watched Hannibal walk away, slowly closing the door behind him as he went.

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Hannibal entered his home, his home that he now shared with Will. He heard Chopin playing in the background and the smell of salmon invading his senses as he removed his long jacket and hung it up on the coat rack by the door.

"Hannibal is that you?" Will called from the kitchen.

Hannibal let out a shaky breath before making his way down the hallway and came to stand in the kitchen doorway as he watched Will cook, his back to him as he hummed along to the music.

"I never thought I'd see the day Will Graham would listen to Chopin."

Hearing Hannibal's voice behind him, he turned to see the older man staring at him. Will was about to reply with a witty remark but saw something in Hannibal's eyes that suddenly stopped him. He put down the wooden spoon before making his way over to Hannibal and placed his hands on either side of the mans hips.

"I thought you had patients all day today?"

"Cancelled them, something came up."

"Are you okay…you seem, odd."

"I'm perfectly fine Will."

"Well good, I hope you're hungry, I made your favourite…Salmon En Croute."

"You are becoming quite the cook Will."

"I learned from the best…Wine?"

"Please."

Hannibal took a seat on one of the bar stools as he watched Will at work, pouring the red wine in to the glasses and handing one to Hannibal. Will took a long sip from his glass and watched closely as Hannibal went to drink his but stopped himself, setting the glass down on the counter.

"Is there something wrong with the wine?"

"What…no, I just…I'm not really in the mood for wine tonight."

"I'm sorry, did I just hear you right." He joked.

"Will please, I don't feel like explaining myself…not tonight."

"Fair enough, well dinner will be another ten minutes."

"I may go and take a quick shower then, I won't be long."

"Sure…Hannibal?"

"Yes." He said turning back.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Perfectly."

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Hannibal let the warm water run down his back, easing his aching muscles. He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, going over everything Callie had said to him in her office. He loved Will so much but had never told Will that he was capable of having a child, it had never been something that had been an issue until now. He straightened up and turned off the shower before drying himself off and getting some fresh clothes from his closet. He didn't feel like dressing smart so decided on a pair of his favourite Jeans and a blue sweater. He stood in front of his mirror and ran a comb through his wet hair, he stood watching himself in the mirror for a few moments, looking himself up and down, his hand finding its way to his stomach, pressing his palm flat as he closed his eyes, thinking about the life inside him.

"Hannibal dinner's ready." Will called out.

"Coming."

Will took the last few bites of his meal before finishing off his wine and looked over at Hannibal who had barely touched his meal. Will pushed his plate aside and brought his chair around so that he was closer to his partner, legs almost touching.

"Okay spill…what's going on?" Will demanded.

"I'm sorry."

"Come on, something's off with you tonight. You've barely said two words since you came home, you've hardly touched your food or wine…what's happened?"

Hannibal got up and turned his back to Will, placing his hands on the counter as he leaned over, closing his eyes. He heard Will push his chair back, coming up beside him and placing his hand on Hannibal's back.

"You're scaring me Hannibal; I don't think I've ever seen you like this before."

"I'm sorry Will, I'm ruining our evening."

"I don't care about that, I care about you. I'm worried, clearly something's happened. Whatever it is…please let me help."

Hannibal took a step back and turned to face Will, trying his best to hide the fear on his face.

"There is something I need to tell you but…I don't think I can bare the hatred in your eyes."

Will moved in, placing his arms around Hannibal's back, pulling him close.

"I could never hate you Hannibal, talk to me."

"I…I went to see Callie today."

"Callie? Oh your doctor."

"That's correct."

"Wait, are you ill. You never said, though it does explain why you…"

"Will, I'm not ill. Well not as such."

"Okay I think you'd better tell me what's going on."

"I have a condition…one that I have never told you about."

"What kind of condition."

"One that is quite possibly going to change our lives forever."

"Hannibal I don't…"

"I'm pregnant Will…."

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To Be Continued…