*hits* *head* *repeatedly* *on* *table* (TW: vomit...wait is vomit a trigger warning? idk...fuck it I'll keep it)


You were leaning over a toilet, basically releasing your whole stomach into it. If Dave were there he would probably be kneeling next to you, but you were happy he was still asleep, you don't want him to see you like this. God you feel like complete and udder shit. How the fuck can being pregnant be so awful? You soon felt Dave rubbing your back, and you instantly felt 10,000 times worse.

You heaved one last time before pulling away, closing the lid and flushing it all away, wiping off your mouth. You really felt like crying. And so you did. You were fucking miserable as ever. Not to mention, you don't even want to have Dave near you, you felt THAT BAD. Sadly you couldn't have your alone time, since Dave pulled you close and held you, the bastard. So you made the best of it and cried into his shirt. Meanwhile he rubbed your back, slowly rocking you back and forth. It was soothing, you have to admit, you liked it. Apparently you liked it a lot, because you started purring quietly.

"Feeling better?" You nod slightly, feeling his thumb wipe away the tears on your face. "That's good." You sigh, closing your eyes and clutching your stomach. "Does pregnancy have to be this fucking bad?" "Sadly, yes, yes it does Karkat." You stand up, soon walking to your shared room and laying back down. It was too early in the morning for this shit. Literally it was only four fifty eight in the morning. You must have dosed off because you woke up while being held by Dave. You looked at the time, it was almost six. Then, in almost no time to spare, you are once again leaning over a toilet, puking. But this time Dave was there to just rub your back the whole time. He was fucking sweet sometimes you guess.

Once you finished, and flushed once again, you felt his head lay on your back. "That's it, I'm gonna stay home and stay with you for the day." "Dave," You protest "I'm fine, it's just some morning sickness." "Yeah, and World War Two was just a disagreement. Karkat, you look terrible and I just, I don't want to see you like this." You still have no fucking clue about anything on Earth with wars and stuff, but you did get the World War Two reference. "Dave, you need to go to work." "I haven't had a day off in a month Karkat, I'm gonna stay home with you." You can't argue with him, it's too early. "Fine." You aren't sure about this since you worry that he may lose his job.

~RANDOM TIME SKIP LATER~

You were laying on your side of the bed quietly, next to you was Dave. He was asleep the cute dork. You stood up, dizziness wavering over you. You tried your best to ignore it as you slightly staggered to the bathroom. You could see a bunch of white spots and every once in awhile you could only see blackness. You coughed a few times, feeling something slide out of your throat. You tried to grab the counter, and you missed it. You think you shouted out Dave's name, but you don't remember. You soon lost consciousness.

You soon woke up in Dave's arms. From the looks of it, you were in a hospital. Fuck. You looked up at him, his cheeks were tear-stained as he stroked your hair softly. You tried to speak, finding that you couldn't really talk so you tugged at his shirt to get his attention. He didn't respond. You tugged at his shirt a few more times, soon giving up on the whole shirt thing. So then you nuzzled your head into his neck, maybe he may respond.

"Oh my god what?" He didn't sound happy, so you moved away from him, looking up at him. He looked back at you, his shades hiding his perfect eyes. You lowered your head, not knowing what was going on. He sighed and pulled you closer. "Sorry, I didn't mean to act like that, I was dosing off." You nodded, soon gulping quietly and looking up at him. "Um...w-what happened?"

He caressed your cheek softly. "From what I saw you passed out and fell in a pile of your own vomit in the bathroom, the doctors looked you over, you were a little dehydrated." "Oh." You layed your head on his chest, starting to close your eyes, when something popped into your head that made you grip his shirt tightly. "Dave...d-did anything h-happen t-to the baby? Is it alright? Is it still in me?" You were starting to panic. He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back. "Yes, yes the baby is alright, you're fine. Baby's fine. Its all good. You're both going to be fine." You calmed down, hugging him slightly.

~ANOTHER RANDOM TIME SKIP LATER BC I FUCKING LIKE THESE STFU~

You had to stay in your bed for awhile, mostly because Dave is scared for you. And because you passed out every once in awhile he would see if you needed more water. Jesus fucking Christ, you think you had enough water already, if you drank any more your bladder was gonna explode. You didn't realize you told Dave that and so you just got confused when he froze. Oh shit you fucked up. He brushed it off and kissed your forehead, leaving you be for awhile. You feel sorry now, you didn't mean to do that to him. You wanted to call him back in and apologize, but you fell asleep before you could.

When you woke up again, you actually got up. You heard voices, yes you mean voices like plural, downstairs. You started towards the stairs, when you heard a familiar happy and slightly nasally voice call up to you. "Hey Karkat!" It was John. Well then. You went all the way downstairs to see John and Dave sitting on the couch while Roxy sat in a chair nearby. You slowly waved to them and sat next to Dave, you were usually this socially awkward even around your friends.

"So Karkat, Davey told us about your little peresitend. *Present." Roxy winked at you, and then you slowly looked at Dave, who lightly did his 'oh-shit-I'm-in-a-fuckload-of-trouble' chuckle. Well, he wasn't really in trouble, but you were slightly pissed that he told them. You sighed and nodded. Roxy then squealed. "OMFG! So it IS TRUE! Oh Karks dat is SO AWESOME! Congrats!" You blushed lightly, not knowing how to thank her. "So um, Karkat...when's the due date?" You honestly didn't know, so you looked at Dave for help. "About February 20th." Okay, how the fuck did HE know your due date but YOU DIDN'T? Oh well you let it be.