New story! My sister suggested that I write this, and so here it is! I hear people enjoy Mpreg? :)

Hope you like it, and please review!

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Nick Romano lived a life of exceptional normality.

He lived in his family of six—three brothers named Oliver, Vincent, and Anthony, plus his parents plus himself. He was the only gay sibling as far as everyone knew, and his family generally accepted that.

He attended school at the prestigious Dalton Academy where he was well enough liked. He met his boyfriend, Jeff Griffin, in his freshman year at Dalton and the two of them had been going steady since.

And things were normal. At first.

A few weeks into junior year, things took a very strange turn…

It all started shortly after summer's end. Nick began to feel ill at random times every day. Sometimes, he woke up in the morning feeling extremely nauseous, but felt better almost immediately after spending half the morning hugging the toilet. Other days, he was nauseous all day long.

This went on for a while. He visited the doctor twice in three weeks to voice his concerns, but they always came up with zilch. Nick never had a temperature and he had no other symptoms besides the occasional nausea.

Well, except for one thing. He began to notice he was taking at least twice as many bathroom breaks as he normally did—before school, between classes, during classes, at lunch, and right after the final bell.

But when the doctor looked into this, he found nothing wrong. Nick was, medically speaking, perfectly fine.

Another problem was the fatigue. He was always tired, no matter how much sleep he got the night before. He began to make a habit out of sleeping through at least one class a day. He made the excuse that he was an insomniac, which wasn't true. But it wasn't like he had a real excuse.

Sometimes, at the most random times, he suddenly got intense cravings for certain foods. This was just spectacular, because once the nausea left him, he found that his appetite had pretty much doubled. Late at night, he suddenly craved cotton candy; in the middle of pre-calc, he daydreamed about mashed potatoes and gravy; when all he had to eat was cereal, his taste buds begged for crepes topped with blueberries; and the strangest, even though he hated the taste of it normally, he asked his mother to buy him baloney at the store one day.

He really started to worry, however, when his school uniform seemed to be getting smaller and smaller on him every week.

Was he simply gaining weight? He usually maintained his weight perfectly, no matter what he ate. His metabolism was fast and he never had to worry about weight gain before. But now he was having trouble buttoning his dress pants and he wished he didn't have to wear the belt.

When he connected the dots, the only conclusion he came up with was impossible. But the small nagging feeling in the back of his mind was enough to send him to a nearby free-clinic for reassurance.

He walked up to the receptionist desk, feeling extremely uncomfortable. She smiled at him and said, "Good afternoon, sir. May I help you?"

"Do I have to set up an appointment?" he asked. "I just have a question for a doctor…"

"Which one?" she asked.

"Any one," he answered. "Preferably one who works with…um…male anatomy and doesn't mind ridiculous questions?"

She smiled kindly. "Dr. Hawthorne may be able to help you," she decided. "He's on break right now…If it's truly only a question, I'm sure he can be of assistance." She stood up and made her way around the desk. "I'll show you to his office."

Dr. Hawthorne's office was located in the back of the clinic a short ways down a hallway. The receptionist pointed Nick to his door and returned to her desk hastily, having only left it for about half a minute.

Nick drew in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice on the other side was deep, but not throaty.

Nick pushed open the door and walked into a room that appeared to be an office. There was a man seated behind an office desk, eating a lunch consisting of a very leafy sandwich, an apple, and a bag of sun chips.

He could only assume this was Dr. Hawthorne. "Um, h-hello, sir," Nick greeted anxiously. "I don't mean to intrude, but…I, um…I have just a quick question, if you could listen for just a moment?"

"Certainly," the man answered. He placed his sandwich on a paper plate.

Nick sighed nervously. "Is it is at all possible for a man to get pregnant?" He said it all at once, as fast as he could, yet his face was still searing with embarrassment before he finished.

Dr. Hawthorne raised an eyebrow. "Is this hypothetical?"

Nick was weak with shame. "I'm not stupid, I promise," he insisted. "I have a 4.0 GPA average. I just…things have been happening to me lately that I can't explain. I have…pregnancy symptoms." Nick almost wished he could just keel over and die. Now.

Dr. Hawthorne actually seemed to be considering it. "Well…actually, I've seen this sort of thing happen before. There're a few possibilities…" he trailed away as if in deep thought. "Yes, a man can get pregnant. If you think you might be, you should stick around and I'll run a couple tests."

The shame burning in Nick's chest was instantly replaced with horrible dread. Most of him had assumed it was a ridiculous question. He may have been happier if the doctor had laughed in his face.

But now, he might actually be pregnant?

…

The tests were simple enough. The doctor asked a lot of questions about Nick's sex life and similar. Afterwards, Nick took a traditional pregnancy test—with much discomfort and awkwardness just at the thought of what he was doing—and the doctor took a blood sample.

Then he waited for an hour. The anxiety was killing him. When he was finally called back to see the doctor, he almost had a heart attack.

He knew it wouldn't be good when Dr. Hawthorne asked him to sit down.

"Nick, I ran the appropriate tests, and there's no other way to put this…but you are indeed pregnant."

His heart stopped. "How is that possible?" he asked weakly. He imagined he would have been freaking out hysterically at this moment, denying everything and insisting the doctor was just an idiot who had no idea what he was doing. But instead, he felt nothing but subdued horror and panic.

"It's rare," Dr. Hawthorne began. "Your body is a hospitable environment, to put it simply. You have female-like internal sex organs that enable such a phenomenon to happen, despite the fact that you are a male. It almost never happens—the odds are one in a million."

"What can I do about it?" Nick asked. "Can I…get rid of it?"

"I can go over options with you," Dr. Hawthorne responded. "You're probably late into the first trimester."

"There are no options," Nick said resolutely. "If I can get rid of it, I'm getting rid of it." He couldn't even imagine going through nine whole months of pregnancy. It would be humiliating.

Dr. Hawthorne nodded sympathetically. "I understand," he said. "You'll need parental permission in the state of Ohio to get an abortion."

"I have to tell someone about this?" Nick asked, horrified.

"I'm sorry, but it's the law," Dr. Hawthorne said. "I'll write a note to explain everything, if it'll make things easier."

"Yes, please." He couldn't imagine explaining this. They'd never believe him.

"Are you going to tell your partner? The—other father?"

Nick shook his head. "If he doesn't have to know…I'd rather not," he said. He knew Jeff loved him, and if it really came down to it, he might be supportive of Nick in this insane situation. But what if he wasn't? Nick couldn't risk it. It could ruin everything.

"Well, I would advise telling him," Dr. Hawthorne said. "But you have every right to ignore my opinion."

"I'm sorry." He didn't want to have to kill this…fetus growing inside of him. But how could he not? It wasn't like he could remove it and let it grow somewhere else.

But, it occurred to him, this was his baby. His and Jeff's. It was a part of them both. Jeff's DNA was half of what made up this fetus. Did he have a right to know about its existence?

Except this wasn't happening to Jeff. Nick was the one stuck with the overwhelming task of pregnancy. It was his decision to make, not Jeff's.

Besides, ignorance is bliss, right? It might be better if Jeff never knew. Nick could terminate this mistake pregnancy and then they could get on with their lives. Nick would do everything he could to forget that he was a freak of nature.

Would Jeff still love me if he knew?

…

Nick brought the doctor's letter with him home that night. His chest felt like it might explode under all the emotional pressure. It was late by the time he pulled in car into the driveway.

Just as he walked in the door, his 19 year-old brother, Vincent greeted him with the regular teasing hostility. "Where've you been, Nicky? Your boyfriend was over here earlier. Said you had a date—I just told him you had better things to do."

Shit. He'd completely forgotten he was supposed to go to the movies with Jeff tonight. "Vince, I'm not in the mood," Nick snapped. He told Jeff never to take Vincent seriously, so he wasn't too worried about what his brother may have told Jeff. He was too stressed to dwell on such trivial things anyways. "Where are mom and dad?"

Vincent shrugged. Quick as the snake he was, Vincent snatched the letter Nick had clutched in his hand. "Hey, what's this?" he questioned obnoxiously.

"No!" Nick dove to retrieve the letter, but Vincent dodged and ran up the stairs, trying to read the letter on the way up. Nick ran after him. "Vincent, stop it! I'm serious! That's private!" His throat felt abnormally tight with his desperation.

"From the free clinic? What, did you get an STD?" Vincent jeered loudly.

"Vincent! I swear to God, I am not kidding around. Give it back!"

Vincent halted in his tracks before Nick managed to take back the letter. "You're pregnant?" he choked in disbelief.

"Who's pregnant?"

Nick whirled around to see his mother standing at the bottom of the stairs. Vincent widened his eyes and Nick swore he could have lost the will to live at that very moment.

This wasn't how this was supposed to happen!

"Vincent?" his mother demanded, narrowing her eyes. "Nick?"

Vincent casted a glance at Nick as if to say, "Oops." He wandered down the stairs reluctantly and handed the letter to his mom. "Apparently…Nick is."

She stared at Vincent incredulously for a moment before leaning over to read the letter. There was a long, agonizing, torturous silence as she did so.

Nick couldn't remember ever feeling so petrified in his life. When his mother finished reading and looked up at him very slowly, he could see the disgust in her eyes. "You…you're pregnant?" she demanded, sounding furious.

"I…I didn't even know it was possible," he said in a soft, shrill whimper. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"You had sex with that boy?" she demanded. "And without protection?"

"I'm sorry," Nick repeated.

"And now you're pregnant?" She said it with nothing but disbelief. "How the hell could this even happen?"

"I don't know," Nick answered in a tiny voice.

"This is disgusting," she spat. "You're my son! My pregnant son! It's disgusting!" she repeated, spitting as though the words left a foul taste on her tongue.

"I'm sorry!" he repeated yet again. "I want to get rid of it—but I need your permission…"

"I'm not associating my name with that thing!" she snapped. "This is your problem, Nick."

"But—"

"Get out."

Nick froze. "What?"

"I said get out. I don't want you in my house. You're filthy and you're no son of mine! Get out!"

Vincent looked horrified. "Mom—!"

"Go to your room, Vincent," she snapped. "This doesn't concern you."

"You can't just kick him out!"

"I said go to your room!" she whirled on him furiously.

Vincent backed up warily and casted a remorseful look at Nick before fleeing to his bedroom, leaving Nick alone with his mother.

"Mom, please," Nick begged. "I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"I don't want to hear it!" she snapped. "Go, get out of my house!"

Nick hesitated fearfully. "Can't I pack some things, first?"

She glared for a moment as if considering this. "You have fifteen minutes. I expect you gone by then."

Nick nodded and bolted for his bedroom. I can't believe this is happening to me. The tears spilled over as he yanked a suit case from the closet and began to pile his things inside. He packed whatever he could fit—school uniforms, a few weekend outfits, undergarments… all while sobbing uncontrollably.

He was forced to leave behind some of his valuables such as his guitar, his keyboard, and most of his CDs. He couldn't fit them anywhere and he didn't need them like he needed clothing.

His mother was waiting by the front door. When he came downstairs with his suitcase, she opened the door to let him out, refusing to make eye contact with her son.

Scratch that. Apparently, Nick was no longer her son.

Nick tossed the suitcase in the back seat of his car before taking his place in the driver's seat. He was in no state to be driving right now—he could hardly see through the tears—but he couldn't stay here. So he started up the engine, brushed away the tears clouding his vision, and pulled out onto the road.

He went to Jeff's house almost by instinct. He didn't even think about it. By the time he arrived, the sun was long gone.

He parked a little ways up the street so as to not alarm Jeff's parents if they woke up and saw a strange vehicle in front of their home and walked back to Jeff's house. He didn't knock on the door—Jeff didn't sleep in the house itself—and went around back to the pool-house.

The Griffin's lived in a very classy and large home. There were three stories and every room was probably double the size of the rooms at Nick's house. Jeff's parents were considerably wealthy. In the backyard, they had an extravagant in ground swimming pool, and beside it was a completely refurnished pool-house where Jeff's bedroom-and-living-space was. Aside from his father, he was the only male in the house, so his parents allowed him to redo and redecorate the pool-house into new living quarters for himself so he could have some privacy.

In fact, this pool-house was where they'd lost their virginity to each other and, thanks to the privacy, they'd used it a few other times as well... Normally, that would be a fond memory, but now, all Nick could think about was the thing growing inside of him.

As he knocked at the door to the pool-house, it occurred to him vaguely that Jeff probably didn't have many late night visitors to his secluded little living space. He hoped he didn't freak him out.

The door eased open very slightly at first, then all the way to reveal the tall blonde Jeff. He was dressed in an opened button-down nightshirt and sweatpants. "Nick?" he greeted in surprise. He seemed to notice the tears on Nick's face and the surprise shifted to concern in the blink of an eye. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Nick said nothing and stepped into Jeff's welcoming arms and nuzzled against his chest. "My parents kicked me out," he sobbed softly.

"What? Why!" Jeff demanded softly. "What happened?"

Nick sniffed. He really had no choice at this point other than to carry out this whole pregnancy. His parents definitely didn't consent to the abortion. Not because they didn't want his baby dead—they'd probably love that—but because they didn't want any association whatsoever with their freak of a son's homosexual love child.

He had to tell Jeff. There was no other option now.

"I have to talk to you," Nick said faintly, his voice fragile. It sounded like it could shatter to pieces any moment.

"Alright," Jeff said gently. He pulled Nick inside the pool-house and closed the door behind him.

Nick took a seat at the sofa and motioned for Jeff to sit next to him, to which the blonde complied. Nick made sure there was a comfortable distance between them.

"You're going to think I'm insane," Nick began. The terror he'd been feeling only too often today was creeping up on him again. "You aren't going to believe me. But I swear to God, I am not telling a sick joke."

"What is it, Nick?" Jeff demanded worriedly.

Nick stared down at his lap and said feebly, "I'm pregnant."

Silence.

Jeff stared at him in dumbfounded disbelief. "What…?"

Nick bit his lip to hold back more tears. "Please don't make me say it again."

Again, Jeff seemed lost for words. "I don't understand," he said with dumb shock. "Pregnant…? How is that possible?"

"I don't know." Nick's voice broke. "The doctor said something about my internal sex organs…and my body is a hospitable environment for a…a fetus…" Tears overflowed in his eyes again. "I wanted to get rid of it, but my mom freaked out when she learned about it. She called me filthy. And she kicked me out." By now he was fighting back the sobs threatening to burst from his chest. "I'm a freak!"

He expected Jeff to be stunned. He expected sheer disbelief. And a part of him expected Jeff to break up with him on the spot.

He didn't expect what actually happened, which was this: Jeff leaned over, pulled Nick into his arms, and hugged him tightly. "You're not a freak," he insisted sternly, yet gently. "You're beautiful and perfect in every way." |

"I'm supposed to be a guy!" Nick sobbed. "But I'm…I'm some sort of wacked-up she-male!" he half protested. "How could you possibly love me?"

"I don't love you for those things, Nick," Jeff answered. "I love you for you. And I promise I'll be here for you, no matter what happens or what you decide." He kissed Nick's forehead. "I'll admit, I never in a million years saw this coming…but we can face it together. I promise."

Nick sniffled. "I was going to abort it," he admitted. He was calmed significantly by Jeff's supportive words. "But I can't without parental permission. So I have to keep it."

"That's okay," Jeff said. He gave Nick an affectionate squeeze. "It'll be our baby. Mine and yours. In a way, we're lucky! Most gay guys don't have that chance."

Nick smiled faintly through the tears. "I suppose so." He let out a trembling sigh and the smile disappeared. "Jeff, I'm scared," he whimpered plaintively. "I'm seventeen. I'm a boy. I'm not ready for this."

Jeff held Nick tighter. "I know," he murmured. "I'm sorry…I wish I could do more to help…"

Nick breathed Jeff's comforting scent that wreathed around him. "You're doing perfectly right now," he told him. "I love you so much, Jeff."

"I love you too," Jeff murmured. "No matter what." He leaned back a little and placed his hands on Nick's shoulders. "It's late. Let's get some sleep. We can tell my parents tomorrow."

Nick sighed. "Oh, right," he mumbled. "There are still more people who need to know about this, aren't there? Just fantastic…"

"Don't worry," Jeff soothed. "They'll understand. But even if they don't, I won't let you do this alone. You can stay with me no matter what they say."

Nick nodded, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't smile. "Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank me. This is half my fault…"

"We're both equally at fault," Nick reasoned. "We were stupid enough as it was for not using a condom… how many times have we been told it was dangerous? We just never imagined that this would be the consequence."

"But you're the one with the hard end of the deal," Jeff said remorsefully. "I'm so sorry…"

Nick couldn't even bring himself to deny that. This was completely unfair for him. He was the one who would have to deal with the humiliation, the pain, the judgmental stares… Jeff, on the other hand, just had to be there. That was the easy job.

But it wasn't his fault that he had the easy part. "It's okay," Nick said. "I don't blame you. Now how about that sleep you mentioned? I've had a really long day."

And this one long day was probably just the first of many…