Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or Matt and Mello. The only character that belongs to me in this chapter is Dr. Marshall.
Author's Note: The first chapter of a MattxMello mpreg fanfic where Matt's pregnant. I know that a lot of people probably would have written it with Mello being pregnant instead, but I can't really picture that. So please no comments about that. Even though I'm nowhere close to getting to Matt and Mello's child I already have a name picked out. The name I chose means "calm snow", which is why I entitled this fanfic Calm Snow.
This was the worst wait I've ever had to go through, and even my Nintendo DS couldn't take my mind off of the anxiety I was feeling. To me it seemed like I had been called out of the waiting room hours ago, though I knew it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. Dr. Marshall came in, giving me a strange look.
"What were the results?" I asked, shifting myself slightly. Of course I can't be pregnant. It isn't impossible, is it? I was insane for even thinking it, though a very small part of me doubted that since Marshall was still looking at me strangely.
He quickly looked down at his clipboard, his eyes scanning the page as if he was trying to memorize a script. "Matt, you're pregnant." He answered quietly. He looked up from the clipboard, and eyed me once more. I looked at him, shocked, even though part of me was expecting him to say that. Some part of me knew that the home pregnancy test was right. "I've gone over the results, and there's no other explanation to it." He sounded like he was trying to get himself to believe it was real as much as he was trying to tell me that it was.
Marshall was very reluctant to check me when I first came in a couple days ago. He had looked at me like I was insane. I think he would have made me leave if I hadn't been so persistent. All of that had changed now, though. He had a far-off look of fascination in his eyes. "You have some options with this." He said.
I nodded. "I know, but I want to keep the baby." I stated. I didn't want my child to grow up in an orphanage like Mello and I did. Or grow up with a family that I've never met before. No, that wouldn't happen, not if I had a say in it. After Mello got used to the idea of me being pregnant, he would be okay with it. He would have to be. My biggest fear now was Mello leaving me over this. I don't know what I'd do if he did leave.
"Do you live with anyone who can help you?" He asked, writing something onto the paper on his clipboard.
"Yeah, my boyfriend lives with me." I answered. "I'll talk it over with him tonight. He doesn't know about any of this yet."
Marshall just nodded. "You're not showing yet, but I'd say that you're about two months into your pregnancy." He stated. "You can schedule an ultra sound for your next appointment so you can see the progress. Do you have any questions right now?"
Other than how this can happen to me? "No, I can't think of anything right now." I answered, as calmly as I could manage. I got down from the bed, and walked out of the exam room. With my mind still reeling, I left the doctor's office, and got into my car. There was only one thought I could coherently manage: How was I going to tell Mello?