Ok, so this story is a kenlos Mpreg. Basically what's going to happen is that every chapter will be split in two; time before/during the pregnancy and present day. The line break will always split them. Plus I apologise for any medical mistakes I make. I hope you like this!

Carlos and Kendall were seventeen, Carlos only a month from becoming eighteen. He'd received a growth spurt a mere seven months ago, he and Kendall now being almost the same height, with him just miraculously passing the blonde out, leaving Logan as the official short one of the group. They were currently working on their second album in Big Time Rush, all still living in apartment 2J together. And today was the day Carlos was finally gonna pluck up his courage and ask the youngest band member out on a date. He wasn't really sure how long he'd had feelings for Kendall. He'd noticed it one day maybe half a year ago, but had a feeling his crush had appeared long before he realised it was there.

Kendall was currently sitting on the orange couch of 2J, reading some Harry Potter novel with a smoothie on the coffee table in front of him. "Hey, blondie," Carlos greeted. "Watcha doin'?"

"Readin'," Kendall replied in the same playful tone. "What's up?"

Carlos took a deep breath. I can do this. I may be terrible with girls, but thankfully Kendall isn't one of those . . . "I was wondering if you wanted to come out to dinner with me tonight."

"Oh yeah? Dinner with you?" Kendall's face broke into a smile. "I'd like that. What kind of dinner are you thinking of?"

"I thought we could go to this place, the woman who owns it is really cool,and the pizza is amazing. You up for that?"

"Sure, I like pizza. When will we go?"

"Um, sevenish, I guess. I'll drive us, since I know where it is."

Kendall smiled and nodded. "Ok. Can't wait."

That evening, Carlos walked Kendall down to the Palmwoods parking lot, chatting about the upcoming concert the band was planning, as well as a new EP they were working on.

"This isn't awkward for you or anything, is it?" Carlos couldn't help asking as they arrived in the Palmwoods parking lot. "I just don't want you to be weirded out or anything . . ."

"Carlos, it's fine." Kendall smiled at him as they walked to the car. "I don't think this is weird. I mean . . . I like you. You're cute."

"I am? I wasn't aware?"

"Yeah, sure you weren't. Anyway, this isn't weird for me as long as it's not weird for you."

"Trust me, I don't find it the slightest bit strange. I think it's good." Carlos climbed into the car, smiling as Kendall got into the passenger seat next to him. "Ok, let's go."

When Carlos found a good parking lot, he pulled in and stopped the car. He got out, and deciding to be a gentleman, ran around to the other side and opened Kendall's door for him. Kendall smiled sweetly up at him, though he looked a little puzzled. "Thanks, Carlos. Aren't you a gentleman?" He got out of the car, shutting the door behind him. "Alright, lead the way."

Carlos nodded and walked down the street, Kendall walking along next to him. Carlos longed to reach out and take his hand, but he worried that might be too forward. For once he could find hardly a speck of confidence.

"Carlos, where exactly are we?" Kendall asked, looking down the sidewalk to see soda cans and candy wrappers tossed around. "I've never been around here before."

Carlos detected the slight nerves in Kendall's voice as they passed three teenage boys smoking and passing a large brown bottle between them. "Somewhere downtown, I think. Not really sure. But it's ok, no need to worry."

"What were you even doing in this part of town?" Kendall asked as he followed Carlos down the street.

"I got lost," Carlos replied a little sheepishly. "And I got hungry. It's safe though, once you don't bother anyone."

"Um, ok," Kendall said slowly, following Carlos the last few steps to where a slightly shabby but bright restaurant was situated.

"We're here," Carlos said, leading Kendall inside. Kendall looked around, finding it was a lot nicer than he'd expected. He quite liked it, actually.

"Hey, it's my little chico!" a plump woman behind the counter greeted. "And you brought a pretty blonde with you. I approve."

Kendall bit his lip, giving her a little wave as his cheeks turned pink. "This is Angela, the owner," Carlos introduced. "Angie, this is Kendall."

"Lovely to see you both," Angela said before taking out her order pad. "What'll you two have?"

Soon Kendall and Carlos were seated at a table, watching Angela walk over with their pizzas. "Here you are, chico." Her hand dove into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a fresh red rose. "From the vase over there."With a flourish, she handed it to Kendall. "Just say it's a kind gesture from that handsome lad across from you, kay? Enjoy your meal."

Kendall was blushing again as he placed the rose on the table next to his plate. "She's sweet. How often have you come here?"

"Oh, a lot," Carlos replied with a grin. "Just try the food and you'll see why."

Kendall chuckled, before picking up a slice of his pizza the same time as Carlos and taking a small bite, as Kendall often did. Carlos chuckled as the blonde's eyes widened slightly as he ate it. "Fuck."

Carlos laughed at the reaction. "Like it?"

"Mmm, this is really fucking good," Kendall grinned, taking another bite of the pizza.

"Told you so," Carlos smirked, feeling oddly smug. They ate their pizza pretty quickly, chatting happily, occasionally throwing a cheerful line towards Angela when she wasn't busy.

"We should come here again sometime," Kendall said as they went up to pay. "I think it'd be fun."

"I hope to see you again soon, chico," Angela said with a smile as she handed over their change. "You too, little blondie."

When the two left the restaurant, the street was distinctly darker, only a few flickering street lamps working. They walked along, hands repeatedly brushing together but neither of them daring to make the move.

"Carlos, do you think I'm attractive?"

Carlos skidded to a halt, turning to look at Kendall on surprise. "What?"

"Um . . . you heard me," Kendall muttered, eyes on the concrete.

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. I mean, you're . . ." Carlos bit his lip in slight shyness. "You're kind of hot. Your hair is nice, you've got a . . . er, a good body, as far as bodies go . . . plus, you have really pretty eyes."

"Then . . . then why did you wait this long?" Kendall asked unexpectedly, looking up at him with a lost expression on his face.

"I . . . Kendall, I was shy before, I guess. I—"

Suddenly three voices wolf-whistling could be heard, and then, "Wassup, blondie with the legs?"

Kendall and Carlos both turned around. Three men were standing there, beer bottles in their hands. Te tallest one was a little at in front of the others and closer to the two boys, and they could clearly see the glaze in his eyes indicating he'd had a little too much to drink.

"Hey, baby, you look a little down," the man slurred, "Wanna ditch the Pollo and hang out with us?"

"Pollo?" Carlos exclaimed, eyes narrowing. "You wanna just say that to my face, asshole?"

"No . . . uh, no thanks," Kendall said quickly, avoiding looking at them before adding quietly to the Latino, "Carlos, just ignore them," placing a hand on his shoulder to hold him back. His comment didn't go unheard.

The man who'd spoken gave a drunken laugh, stumbling forward a little until he was closer to them. "Aw, it's ok honey. We don't bite," he laughed, reaching out and taking hold of Kendall's arm.

"Hey!" Kendall yelled in protest, trying to pry his hand off. "Let go!"

Carlos flew forward, punching the man in the gut in a split second. The man grunted in pain, but didn't let go until Kendall kicked him in the shin. Kendall and Carlos stumbled backwards, away from him. The two men behind him looked furious. "Right," one of them said with a menacing glare, stepping forwards.

In a second, Kendall grabbed Carlos's arm and turned around, running down the street. Carlos heard footsteps behind them as they took a sharp turn into a long dark alley. They ran passed a large dumpster, and Carlos quickly skidded to a halt to shove Kendall in behind it, before following close behind. He could hear the footsteps of the drunken men stumbling past, the three men slurring curses as they made their way back the way they came. They waited until the voices had completely died away before they dared to move.

Carlos only realised Kendall was gripping his shirt until he tried to stand up and couldn't. He looked at Kendall, who blushed and quickly let go, both of them getting to their feet. "First time I've ever seen you hit someone like that," Kendall said quietly. "I mean, you've only messed around with James . . . that was new to see."

Carlos shrugged. "Well, it was nothing. He was gonna hurt you, and I wasn't gonna take it."

"Thank you," Kendall replied, biting his lip thoughtfully for a moment.

They were both silent for a minute, breathing normally beginning to become difficult.

"Carlos?" Kendall said slowly, the rosy pink blush still on his cheeks.

Carlos ignored him, leaning closer until their foreheads were touching. Then he kissed him gently, unable to resist. The blonde was just too tempting. Kendall gasped against his lips, but he started missing back, their lips softly moving together. After a moment or two, at the same time Kendall's arms wrapped around his neck, one tangling through his short dark hair, while Carlos's hand tangled in his blonde hair with the other moving up and down his back. Carlos gently ran his tongue over Kendall's lips, grinning when the blonde opened his mouth for him. Their tongues clashed together, just pushing together for a moment before a slow battle for dominance began, their tongues mapping out every spot in each other's mouths.

Carlos walked forward slightly, pressing Kendall up against the wall and bringing their bodies flush agains each other as his hands moved to Kendall's hips. Kendall gave a little moan that sent shivers down Carlos spine as they continued to kiss. Carlos suddenly pulled back, squeezing Kendall's hips as he pressed little gentle kisses to his jaw and cheek. "Carlos . . ." Kendall breathed out, giving a little whimper and throwing his head back against the wall as Carlos began to kiss his neck, feeling the Latino's hot breath against his skin, his fingers digging into his hips before his warm hands slid up under his shirt.

Kendall's hand moved from Carlos's hair to run slowly down his chest to the hem of his shirt, before it disappeared beneath the fabric, his hand gently rubbing and moving along Carlos's toned chest and stomach. Carlos gave a little moan at the feeling, catching the skin of Kendall's neck between his teeth and nibbling on it. Kendall gasped in pleasure, his body arching against Carlos's.

It was a crash coming from somewhere further down the long alley that brought them both back to reality. They broke apart, breathless as they moved their hands from each other's bodies, the blush on Kendall's face returning as Carlos's cheeks darkened too. "We should probably get out of here," Carlos said at last.

Kendall nodded, then his face broke into a smile as Carlos did something completely unexpected; he took Kendall's hand and kissed it gently before leading him quickly out of the alley, back out onto the street in the distinctly safer part of town. Then Kendall chose to follow his steps in something unexpected, so he took his hand away from Carlos and wrapped it around the Latino's waist, smiling when Carlos responded with putting his arm around Kendall's shoulders. Together, they both walked off to where they'd parked the car.


"Kendall, dinner's ready!" Carlos called through the apartment. Logan had convinced James to come on a trip to some museum with him, and Mrs Knight had gone out for the day with Katie. Kendall and Carlos finally had the place to themselves, though all it really meant was peace and quiet. No major alone time that they couldn't have without the others around. Kendall was way too exhausted for that these days.

Then Kendall walked into the kitchen, or waddled as he now tended to do. A lot more than kissing had happened since that first date. Carlos almost had a heart attack when he found out Kendall was going to have a baby, his baby. Kendall was due in three weeks, and the last eight months had been amazing for both of them, if a little challenging. "It smells good, Carlos," Kendall said with a smile, walking over and kissing him gently, before sitting down at the table. "What is it?"

"Spaghetti," Carlos replied breezily. "I'm just glad you're having cravings for something I can actually cook."

Kendall giggled, grinning as Carlos set a large plate down in front of him. "Thanks, babe."

"No problem." Carlos got his own equally large meal and sat down next to Kendall. He turned and pressed a quick kiss to Kendall's temple before diving down on his food. "I'm starving."

"Me too," Kendall agreed, taking a massive bite of his pasta. "Fuck, this is good. Awesome job, Carli."

Carlos grinned at him, before going back to gobbling his food down, knowing Kendall was doing the same, even if the blonde didn't like anyone seeing him stuff his face, especially Carlos. But Carlos didn't mind; he'd become used to all those effects of pregnancy. The backache and feet aches, the mood swings, the extra sleep, the massive appetite and freaky cravings. As for those horny moments—he could handle everything.

When they were finished, Kendall started to struggle out of his chair, taking hold of his empty plate as he did. "I can do that," Carlos said quickly, moving to take the plate from him.

"I can take my own plate to the sink, Carlos," Kendall replied, slowly getting to his feet with his plate in his hands.

"But I insist on doing it for you," Carlos said firmly, taking Kendall's plate and bringing everything to the sink. "So, what are you gonna do now?"

"I think I might lie down for a while," Kendall said with a sigh. "Can't do much else these days." He gazed at Carlos, eyes growing bigger and watery on demand. "I don't wanna sleep, though. Come lie with me?" he asked, bottom lip jutting out.

Carlos laughed at the blonde's cuteness and nodded, walking with him into their shared room. After a little persuasion, James had agreed to swap rooms with him so he and Kendall would share, even though the pretty boy had complained about rooming with someone as uptight as Logan. Kendall lay down on their double bed, which as really just their to sin,e beds pushed together. He scooted over to give Carlos room, patting the space next to him.

"Maybe you should practice your breathing," Carlos said, lying down on the bed next to him. "For when you have the baby."

Kendall groaned, raising his eyebrows at his fiancée. "Do I have to? Breathing is so dull."

"Your mom said it's a good idea since this is your first time having a baby," Carlos persisted. "And the doctors said they can't predict what'll happen because it's one of their first male pregnancies . . ."

"Alright, Mr Bossy," Kendall sighed, smiling and rolling his eyes playfully.

Carlos grinned, sitting up a little. "Ok, what your mom said . . . when the baby starts coming, you need to take deep, slow breaths."

Kendall chuckled, before taking a deep breath and letting it out, both of them doing it together, blowing out great gusts of air, Kendall's hand resting on his belly. He giggled suddenly. "I think the baby's practicing too."

Carlos eagerly moved forward and rested his head gently against Kendall's large belly, smiling when he felt the soft taps of the baby's feet against his cheek. His heart swelled every single time he felt his son or daughter moving inside the person he loved most in the world. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"No idea, but I think it'll be a nice surprise." Kendall looked down at Carlos, smiling lovingly at him. "Why don't you talk to them?"

Carlos chuckled, before quietly murmuring against Kendall's t-shirt, "Hi, baby. It's your daddy here. Are you a boy or a girl? Wanna let me know?" He laughed as he felt the baby kick again. "Boy or girl, they're gonna be a soccer player."

"They really love your voice, you know," Kendall said with a smile as Carlos sat up and leaned to kiss him. "This one time I was trying to get to sleep, and the baby heard you singing in the kitchen and started kicking me really hard."

Carlos chuckled. "Well, at least they like one thing about me." He lay down on his side. "Ok, next. When the pain gets worse, you're supposed to give little pants, kind of like a puppy."

Kendall giggled and did as he said, both of them giving little quick puffs of breath, Carlos kidding around and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth as he panted. "Hey, don't get hormonal on me," he teased as Kendall lightly whacked him on the head with his hand. "Do you think the special breathing actually helps with the pain?"

"I don't know. Maybe it just acts as a distraction." Kendall sighed as he ran a hand down over his round belly. "I've gotten so big. Hard to believe I might get even bigger these last three weeks."

"You're still beautiful, baby," Carlos said with a smile, kissing Kendall's forehead.

Kendall was getting a little too big to curl around Carlos like he used to, so Carlos curled around him instead, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and resting their foreheads together. Kendall gave a happy sigh as Carlos rested his other hand moving to rest on Kendall's belly, rubbing soothing circles into his shirt, the blonde's hand moving down to intertwine with his. Carlos loved little moments like this, with the two of them (three, counting the baby) just lying together, wrapped up in each other's arms.

Kendall gave a little gasp, his hand in Carlos's tightening slightly. "Are you ok?" Carlos asked immediately. "Is the kicking hurting you?"

"No, I just felt weird for a second," Kendall murmured, shutting his eyes. "I'm alright now."

"Ok, if you're sure," Carlos replied slowly, a little uncertain. He shut his eyes too, pulling Kendall a little closer. He hummed in contentment, making up a little tune as he went along.

Kendall was breathing slowly and deeply, fidgeting a little.

"Are you practicing the breathing, without actually being asked?" Carlos asked, a trace of a smirk on his face.

"No," Kendall replied breathlessly, rolling onto his back and away from Carlos, clutching his stomach. "I'm doing it for real. I think the baby's coming."

"What?" Carlos exclaimed in a panic, sitting up. "Shit! What should I do? Everybody else is gone out, what am I gonna do, oh my God—"

"Carli, it's ok," Kendall said, moaning a little at the end of his sentence. "Just drive me to the hospital, it'll be fine—fuck." Kendall squeaked in pain, clutching his stomach with both hands as his face scrunched up in pain and discomfort. "Ok, I need to speed up, this is starting to—ugh—hurt."

Carlos nodded, finding he couldn't breathe properly as he helped Kendall up, sitting him down at the edge of the bed and bending down to put how shoes on, before grabbing his own and both their jackets. "Um, we packed an overnight bag, didn't we? Just in case?"

"It's in the closet," Kendall gasped out, pulling on his jacket and waddling/stumbling out into the hallway. Carlos grabbed the duffel bag and ran after him, helping him towards the apartment door and grabbing the car keys on the way.

Carlos led Kendall into the elevator, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulder. "You'll be fine, Kendall, we'll get to the hospital and it'll be fine . . ." He kept repeating it as they walked through the lobby and out into the parking lot, towards the Big Time Rush mobile.

Carlos quickly got into the car, starting the engine as he slammed the door shut. Kendall had collapsed into the passenger seat next to him, taking deep slow breaths that didn't seem to be helping calm him down at all. Carlos took one second rest a calming hand on Kendall's knee, then he was driving, pulling out of the parking lot and out onto the street. Hospital, hospital, hospital . . .

"Shit, Carlos!" Kendall cried, clutching his stomach in agony. "Drive faster!"

"But—"

"Faster!"

"Ok, ok!" Carlos had never been a fantastic driver; he couldn't help the extreme paranoia as he sped up the car that he would get somebody killed. He kept at it anyway. "Just do the special breathing, like we practiced—"

"I know, but it's hard—ow!"

They finally got to the hospital, Carlos leaping it of the car and Kendall following him. Carlos grabbed him by the arm and led the moaning Kendall up the steps and through the front. "Where's the maternity wing?"

When they got there, a nurse immediately ran forward to lead them both into a ward, lying Kendall down on the bed. The blonde was crying now, trembling a little as he clutched his stomach. "God, this hurts so much . . ."

"I know, baby, but it's gonna be fine," Carlos reassured him, running a hand through his hair, all the while wondering how fathers could cope with this.

"Ok, Kendall, let's get started," The nurse said briskly, changing Kendall quickly before hooking his legs up. "We're not sure exactly what to do during a pregnant like this, but I'm sure it'll go just fine. You just have to push . . ."

Kendall nodded, took a deep breath, and pushed. His eyes widened and he screamed, Carlos's heart cracking at the sound. His Kendall was in pain, and the worst thing was that he couldn't do anything to help. Kendall was pushing again, crying and and screaming. But the nurse was frowning at him in a way that made Carlos uncomfortable. Sé turned to the other nurse in the room and said something to her in a low voice, the second nurse nodding and leaving the room.

Carlos looked back at Kendall, who was panting uncontrollably. "Th-this is so hard . . . I'm so tired . . ."

"Come one, Kendall, just keep pushing," the nurse said firmly, turning her head slightly as the second nurse returned with another nurse and a doctor by her side. This worried Carlos. Why did they need more people? There was nothing wrong . . .

"I can't, I can't," Kendall gasped, sweat trickling down his forehead as his eyes fluttered shut and half-opened again. "I-I'm so weak . . ." He let out a hoarse scream of pain, shaking uncontrollably.

"Kendall, it's ok, you can do this—"

"I can't . . ." The hand gripping Carlos's began to loosen as the blonde's eyes drifted shut.

"Kendall? Kendall!" Carlos immediately began to panic, running a hand down Kendall's pale face, panicking even further when he felt that Kendall was too hot to touch. "Oh God, what's the matter with you? Wake up! Ken—"

"We might have to do a section—"

"Doesn't look like he can get the baby out—"

"Sir, you'll need to leave the room—"

"No, I can't!" Carlos protested as a nurse began to lead him away from the bed.

"Sir, we need space to handle this situation, and you're causing a disturbance!" The nurse pulled Carlos over to the door.

"No, I have to stay!" Carlos yelled desperately, only catching another glimpse of Kendall's ghostly white face before a doctor stepped in front and blocked his view. "What's wrong with him—"

"We'll let you know, sir. But now you'll have to stay out here."

The door slammed in his face, and he was immediately knocking on it, "Kendall!" But he stopped, knowing it was no good, he stepped nac Kwai from the door, walking away until his back hit the opposite wall. Before he knew it, he was sliding down to sit on the shiny hospital floor, head in his hands. "Kendall . . ."

Please be okay.

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