I'm overwhelmed by the number of views and follows this story has gotten! I'll honestly admit that I'm a little disappointed by the lack of reviews, though. I'm not going to be one of those authors that demands reviews, but they would be greatly appreciated!
Before the story goes any further, I'd like to explain how my version of mpreg works. Basically, men are born with a 50/50 chance of being a "carrier", meaning that male pregnancies are not altogether uncommon. These carriers have the full reproductive system of both a male and female, but of course maintain a male physique. Carriers have the same reproductive cycle as biological females and are able to deliver naturally if they so choose. With this being said, if you have a problem with this, then please just stop reading. As the author of the story, it is my decision as to how the mpreg is possible and if it bothers you, then please just click the back button. I'm not forcing you to read my story and would like to be respected as such as an author with my own creative freedom at my disposal.
With all this out of the way, please continue if you'd like and I hope you enjoy!
Over the course of the next eight months, they try as hard as they possibly can. Unfortunately for the rest of their team, they try everywhere they possibly can, too. They try on Danny's desk, they try on Steve's desk, and Chin even catches them up against the table once too. They try to make a baby on the beach, they try with Steve bent over the hood of the Camaro, they even try in the bathroom at the bar one night.
Danny knows Steve is getting discouraged. He doesn't want to admit it, but he is a little bit too. He wants to give Steve this baby so badly; wants to see him happy again. They're having fun trying, but he knows Steve is getting worried. It's so hard to watch his husband take test after test and watch them come back negative. Every time Steve wakes up with cramps and a sour attitude that usually leads to a perp finding himself eating concrete, Danny knows that Steve is breaking a little bit more.
As winter finally rounds the corner into spring (not that Danny can tell in this pineapple infested hellhole where the temperature never changes and he's always sticky), Danny starts to pick up on the changes that have taken hold of his husband. He's sleeping a lot more, even having been caught napping at his desk or on the lounge in his office a few times. He turns odd shades of green at odd points in time and he's become an increasingly picky eater.
Danny convinces him to take a test, having to actually beg because Steve's gotten stubborn and stopped getting his hopes up. When the test finally, finally comes back positive, Steve gives a sort of war whoop and then promptly bursts into tears. Danny isn't sure whether he wants to get excited and laugh or if he wants to cling to Steve and bawl right along with him. They immediately set up an appointment to go see the doctor and see how far along they are and Steve instantly starts picking out baby names and nursery colors and bedding prints.
Danny is floored. He knew Steve would be excited, but usually when Steve gets like this, it's over the latest issue of Guns & Ammo or some new toy he's been allowed to buy for whatever manhunt their fearless leader is going to take them on. But Steve is excited over a baby. He's excited over picking out strollers and stuffed animals and frilly little pink baby bikinis and Danny suddenly realizes that his husband has no desire to have a boy. He doesn't want another football playing, Navy SEAL leading McGarrett in the family. He wants a mini Monkey. He babbles about how they're going to have a little girl just like Grace and Danny is starting to feel like maybe Steve hit his head again. But he can't help but just let this shit eating grin spread across his face because he's never seen Steve this happy in his life and he knows that he did this.
When they see the doctor a week later to confirm, Steve and Danny are in seventh heaven. The doctor orders a sonogram for later that afternoon and the couple decides to make a day of it. They see Kamekona for lunch and Steve drinks what appears to be a gallon of water to prepare for the ultrasound. He's fidgety and nervous by the time they're back at the hospital and he can hardly sit still as the ultrasound technician gets him settled and starts to spread the gel over his taut abs. Nothing can prepare them for what they see next, though. Even though Danny went to every doctor's appointment and ultrasound he could with Rachel when she was pregnant with Grace, he's never seen anything like this. He's not sure if he wants to laugh, cry, or faint and Steve seems to be in the exact same predicament.
On the screen, highlighted by little positional markers, are two tiny little gestational sacs and two tiny little beans. The doctor steps in and confirms what they're seeing; she notes that Steve appears to be between nine and ten weeks along and points out that there's only one placenta.
They're having twins. Identical twins.