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Note: So…no reviews, eh? Oh, well. I guess since the rise of Klaine, people aren't into Kartie as much anymore. It's okay, though. I'm still going to write this for those of you still reading. And those reading but not reviewing…review!
Six months later
"Hey, Kurt, put Artie on the other line," Mercedes said on the phone with her best friend.
"One sec. He's reading Scientific Monthly, and it's almost impossible to pry him away from that. ARTIE!" Kurt yelled.
"What?" Mercedes could hear Artie yell back.
"PICK UP THE PHONE," Kurt screamed.
Mercedes laughed. "Chill, Kurt. You don't have to scream."
"Yo, Mercedes, Artie here."
Mercedes laughed. "I have some big news for you two." She heard a yelp. "What was that?"
"Kurt has my arm in a death grip," Artie groaned.
"Sorry," Kurt loosened his grip on his husband. "What was the news, Mercedes?"
"I'm pregnant!"
Kurt let out a scream that nearly shattered Artie's eardrums.
"I think he just hit that high F," Artie joked, taking a jab at Kurt's unusually high vocal range.
"Are you sure, Mercy?" Kurt said breathlessly. "I mean, are you sure?"
"Yes," she said. "I went to the doctor today and everything. I am most definitely pregnant with your child. Well, it's yours, too, Artie."
Artie thought his face was going to break in two, for he was smiling so hard. "We're going to be fathers in nine months," he said in disbelief.
"Eight," Mercedes corrected him.
"Oh my God," Kurt muttered, his heart rate finally coming down. "I…I can't believe it! How do you feel?"
"A bit nervous," Mercedes admitted. "But excited."
"I'm going to call Dad and Carole now! You go get some rest, mama!"
Mercedes laughed. "Tell them I said hi. I'm going to try not to puke up my toast."
Artie chuckled. "Drink some peppermint tea. My mom said it helps with morning sickness."
"Thanks, Artie. Congrats, you guys!"
"Okay Mercedes love you bye!" Kurt hung up the phone and immediately dialed home. He still wasn't used to living in his own house with Artie yet, even though they'd been living there for a few months now. "Come on, pick up," he begged the ringing phone. "Hey, honey," Carole picked up. "What's going on?"
"Mercedes is pregnant!" Kurt blurted out happily, and Artie shook his head.
Carole let out a scream. "Oh, that's wonderful! Hold on, I'll get Burt…"
"Carole was screaming. What's up, buddy?"
"I'm going to be a daddy in eight months!"
"Kurt…are you…she's pregnant?"
"Yes," Kurt giggled. "It's confirmed. She went to the doctor today and everything!"
Burt choked back a sob. "I'm going to be a grandfather," he mused.
"Wait, I'm going to be an uncle?" Kurt heard Finn's voice in the background.
"Yes, Finn, you're going to be an uncle," Kurt called to him.
"YEAAAH!" Finn whooped.
Kurt laughed. "Glad he's happy about it. What about you, Dad? Are you happy?"
"I couldn't be happier for you, son. Artie, too. Congratulations, my boy. You're going to make an amazing father."
"You really think so?" Kurt brushed a tear of happiness away.
"Of course. You're your mother's boy, Kurt. She would've…she would've loved to have been here right now."
Kurt felt another tear come. "I miss her so much."
Artie took his hand. "I have an idea," he whispered.
"I'll talk to you later, Kurt," Burt seemed to have heard Artie.
"Bye, Dad," Kurt hung up. "So what was your idea?"
"You'll find out in eight months," Artie had a mysterious smirk on his face.
Two months later…
"I can't believe we get to find out if it's a boy or girl today," Kurt jumped up and down in the elevator.
"Kurt, stop jumping," Artie begged. "You're making the elevator car shake."
"I'm!" Jump. "Just!" Jump. "So excited!"
"Calm down, Kurt," Mercedes warned. "Or I'll puke on your new sweater."
Kurt stopped jumping. "I hope it's a girl. I'd love a girl. I'd take her shopping at least once a week, and bring her up on show tunes and coordinate our outfits and-"
"I kind of want a boy," Artie said wistfully, bringing Kurt out of his fantasy.
"A boy would be nice," Kurt said thoughtfully. "But I really want a daughter."
"What do you want, Mercedes?" Artie asked.
"I don't really mind what it is, as long as it's healthy," she said. Girl, boy, gay, straight, I will love him or her as just as much as I love you guys.
Kurt patted Mercedes's tummy as they sat in the waiting room. "Hi there. I'm your daddy. Well, one of your daddies, anyway. I'm Daddy Kurt. And I love you very much, and I can't wait to see you today."
"And I'm Papa Artie," Artie said, holding hands with Kurt. "I'm your other daddy. I also can't wait to see you and hear your heartbeat for the first time."
"Mercedes Jones?" the nurse called. "Come on back." Kurt grabbed Artie's chair and pushed it along. "So is one of these gentlemen your husband?" the nurse asked, preparing the sonogram machine.
"Oh, no," Mercedes said. "They're married, actually. To each other. This is their baby that I'm carrying."
"How sweet," the nurse fiddled with the machine. "First time seeing the baby?" she asked the boys.
"Yes," Kurt said, squeezing Artie's hand. "I'm excited. Really excited."
"Me, too," Artie agreed.
"Well, let's get started!" the nurse put the gel on Mercedes's stomach. She moved the sonogram wand around for a few moments. "I have good news," she smiled. "Do you want to find out what you're having?"
Kurt nodded, thinking he was going to burst.
"You're having…."
Cliffhanger! I know, I'm so mean. Also, a note about the timeline of this chapter. When Mercedes calls the boys with the news, she is one month pregnant, almost in her second month. She is between three and four months at that doctor's visit.
