This was written for the gleempreg. livejournal. com weekly writing mpreg challenge 7-4 to 7-10-11

Prompt: Daddy, where to babies come from?

Theme: Firsts

Pairing: Kurt/Puck

Rating: PG

This takes place in my Ginger Tea and Apologies 'verse.


"Daddy, where do babies come from?" Jake asked, his high voice curious as he watched Kurt load the dishwasher of their tiny kitchen in their small off-campus apartment.

Sighing as he finished his chore, Kurt looked over at his son. This was the first time Jake had asked about the birds and the bees and Kurt guessed at five years old it was about time for him to do so.

Glad Noah wasn't here to dirty his words, Kurt sat down next to Jake and said, "Well, it takes two grown-ups to make a baby. Usually it takes one girl grown-up and one boy grown-up but you were special because your Dad and I are both boy grown-ups and we made you together."

Jake seemed to think over this for a minute before asking, "But how did you make me?"

Kurt sighed and wondered whether or not he could just fall back on the stork tale. Jake wasn't ready to know about sex. He was only five! Finally he just decided to say, "There's a special hug that grown-ups do and if they do it a certain way, their ... um ... well they mix together and a baby is made. It's like how you've got my color eyes but Dad's nose. We made you together and then you grew in Dad's belly until you were ready to be born."

"Are you and Dad making another baby?" Jake asked, picking at the hem on Kurt's vest until he pulled it away from his son gently.

"No," Kurt replied, "why would you think that?"

Moving onto playing with a take-out menu on the table, Jake said, "Because last night I wanted ... I wanted a glass of water and I came to ask you for one and you said it was time for yours and Dad's special hugs so I had to go back to bed."

Kurt groaned a little and looked away from his son, remembering almost being caught very clearly. At least he'd still been wearing pants, unlike Noah, who'd hurried to cover himself up. Turning to Jake now, Kurt said, "Grown-ups can have special hugs without making babies, too. Don't worry, Jake. We're not having another baby anytime soon."

"Why not?"

Oh, the endless litany if whys! "Remember how we talked about money and about how Dad and I don't have very much right now?" Jake nodded vigorously. "Well, it wouldn't be fair of us to make another baby if we didn't have enough money for diapers and things for it." Not to mention the fact that having Jake had almost killed Noah in the first place. No, if they were ever going to have another kid, it would be through a surrogate, but using one of Noah's eggs, of course.

Then Jake surprised Kurt by asking, "If I save up all my allowance, can I have a baby brother?"

Hugging his son, Kurt smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sweetie, but it doesn't work that way. Let's just have fun being the family we are right now, okay?"

Jake hugged him back and said, "Okay, Daddy," in that way that never failed to make Kurt smile.