Note: I've found and read quite a few fics about the G-boys getting pregnant. So I, Blue Violet have decided to jump into the bandwagon. But somehow, the only preggy fics I've come across had either Trowa, Wufei, Heero or Duo who gets to be pregnant but never a fic that has a very preggy Quatre. So you can just guess who gets pregnant in this fic, ne?
Suddenly Quatre's eyelids fluttered open to reveal big, sparkly blue eyes. They were the colour of a clear sky on a sunny day or the colour of the ocean. Quatre saw his lover smiling down at him and he smiled his prettiest smile.
"Ohayo, little one," said Trowa with a loving smile. "It's about time you got up."
"Ohayo Trowa," murmured Quatre as he sat up to give his lover a good morning kiss. As he drew the taller boy's head towards his, he felt sick. He felt like he was gonna barf. Immediately he ran towards the bathroom and proceeded to hurl last night's dinner into the toilet bowl.
'Does my breath stink that bad?' wondered Trowa bewilderedly before he went to the bathroom to see if Quatre was all right.
~*~*~*~
Later, it was time for breakfast and the whole gang were all ready seated at the dining table, waiting for Trowa to bring them their food which was just some plain old bacon and ommelettes and fresh orange juice.
The scenario that morning was pretty much like every morning. Duo was complaining about how he was nearly starved to death and pestered Trowa to cook faster. Heero was reading the newspaper while Wufei was snapping at the braided American to shut up. Quatre, who would usually help Trowa in the kitchen and join in Duo's constant chatter was sitting quietly in his seat.
Trowa noticed that Quatre looked somewhat pale. But of course the blonde had assured him and reassured him after the barfing incident that he was feeling much, much better and there was nothing to worry about. Quatre had told him that maybe he had eaten something bad last night.
"Breakfast is served," announced Trowa as he pretended to be a waiter from a posh restaurant and placed a plate of steaming bacon and ommelettes and a glass of orange juice on everybody's place mats.
"Yay! Food at last!" cheered Duo and clapped his hands gleefully.
"Maxwell, you are sooo immature," muttered Wufei as he watched Duo dig into his food like he hadn't eaten a single morsel of food for years. "You're eating like a pig."
"Oink, oink," said Duo with his mouth full and made a loud snort which wasn't a good thing because it made him choke on his food.
Duo coughed and wheezed like anything! His face was getting red and he was clutching at his throat. The food he was eating was obviously stuck in his wind pipe. The others just stared at him while he coughed and coughed.
Finally, seeing that Duo was about to die from suffocation, Heero whacked the American hard on the back several times until the food was out of the wind pipe and Duo was breathing normally again.
"You didn't have to clobber me!" hissed Duo as he glared at Heero.
"Well, you're all right now aren't you?" asked Heero as he continued to eat his breakfast.
"And the rest of you! Can't you guys be kind enough to help a person who's choking on his food?" cried Duo with an accusatory tone.
"It was your fault that you choked in the first place," said Heero flatly.
"What! You're against me, too?" cried Duo incredulously. "I thought that you were on my side!"
"You should have left him to choke to death, Yuy," muttered Wufei under his breath.
"I heard that!"
Trowa smiled as he watched the two boys bicker and trade insults back and forth. It was always like this. And he felt happy - cos it made him feel as if they were one big, happy family. Even though some of them argued a lot some time. No, make that most of the time!
The unibanged pilot glanced at his lover with a frown. Quatre seemed to be awfully quiet that morning. Usually he would be cheerful and laughing at Duo and Wufei's never ending bickering. But that day, he was slumped in his chair and ate his food quietly and slowly.
"Quatre, is any - "
Before Trowa could continue the rest of his sentence, Quatre jumped up from his seat towards the nearest bathroom with a hand covering his mouth. His face was sort of green, Trowa noticed worriedly.
"Hey, where's Quatre going to?" asked Duo.
'Was it my cooking?' he wondered worriedly. He didn't want to be the one to have caused his beloved Quatre to be sick all because of his bad cooking. But he felt that his food was fine. He shoved more of his meal into his mouth. It tasted OK.
Then he glanced at the other three pilots. Heero and Wufei were eating their bacon and ommelettes without a word of complaint. But then, those two practically never complained about anything. Except, maybe for Wufei. But the only thing he complained about was Duo. And Duo... he was wolfing down his meal quite happily. But then again, Duo practically ate everything! From leftovers to burnt food.
But he and the rest of the pilots weren't getting sick or anything so it wasn't the food that made Quatre sick, right? 'Quatre must be sick from something,' he decided and went to check on Quatre.
"Hey Trowa! Can I have the rest of your food?" asked Duo loudly with his mouth full and just took Trowa's plate without waiting for an answer.
"Greedy pig," muttered Wufei.
~*~*~*~
It wasn't such a great day for Quatre Rebarba Winner. It was all ready 3 o'clock in the afternoon and he had barfed for like, practically more than ten times since the time he woke up. He was also feeling sort of hungry - he had eaten some lunch but he had hurled it into the toilet bowl. Plus, he was having the biggest headache of the century and it wasn't getting any better what with Wufei and Duo constantly arguing here and there.
Trowa was worried about him. He was worried about himself, too. He had never felt that ill in his entire life. He didn't even know why he was feeling so horrible. He wasn't having a fever or a stomachache or anything.
"Quatre, why don't you take a nap?" suggested Trowa. "Maybe you'll feel much better after that."
"I would like to but I think I'm feeling too sick to be able to fall asleep,"said Quatre. "I just can't understand what's wrong with me today!"
There was a loud stomping noise in the house as if there was a stampede but it was just Duo and Wufei chasing each other around in the livingroom to get full control over the remote control.
"Would you guys shut up!" yelled Trowa. "Quatre's not feeling well and it would be nice if there was a bit of peace and quiet around here."
"Oops, sorry!" said Duo and smiled sheepishly at a glaring Trowa and a pale-faced Quatre who was slumped in the big armchair in the livingroom. Then he and the Chinese continued chasing each other again - but in a more quieter manner than before.
"Let me handle this," said Heero and he whipped out a gun from his spandex shorts and pointed it at the two running boys who instantly stopped dead in their tracks. "Omaetachi o korosu."
"Eep!"
And for probably the eleventh time that day, Quatre dashed towards the bathroom to barf again.
~*~*~*~
Trowa sighed. It wasn't fun watching his lover watching his lover make a wild dash towards the bathroom every fice minutes. He really couldn't understand what the hell was the matter with Quatre. And right then, Quatre was in the bathroom barfing. Again.
"Hey man, what's wrong with Quatre?" asked Duo. "He doesn't look so good."
"Of course he doesn't look good," snapped Trowa irritably. "You don't look good when you're feeling sick."
"You know, with Quatre barfing all day long, maybe he's pregnant or something," said Heero. "It says here in this medical encyclopedia that pregnant women usually have motion sickness."
"Pregnant women, not pregnant guys," pointed out Trowa. "And guys don't get pregnant."
"Well, it's just an idea," said Heero with a shrug.
"But then again, maybe Heero's right. I mean, you never wore a condom when you're uh, having sex with Quatre, right?" asked Duo with a wicked grin.
A fountain of crimson blood spurted from Wufei's nose at that statement.
Trowa blushed. "But we're guys! Guys don't get pregnant from having sex!"
"Well, who knows?" said Duo with a wink. "If Quatre's really pregnant, then you're going to be a dad!"
"Yeah, right," said Trowa with a snort. "As if Quatre's gonna get pregnant. Only women get pregnant."
Suddenly Quatre was back from the bathroom with a weird look on his face. "Trowa?" he began.
"Yes, angel?"
"I think that maybe I'm pregnant."
Trowa fell to the floor with a thud.
~*~*~*~
"Trowa!" cried Quatre in alarm as his lover fainted and landed in a heap onto the floor.
"Don't worry. He's fainted, that's all," said Duo assuringly.
"You guys can't leave him like that!"
"Oh, OK then. I'll wake him up," said Duo cheerfully and grabbed a small flower vase from the coffee table and dumped the water along with the flowers on Trowa's face. Trowa instantly woke up.
"Uh, where am I?" asked Trowa as he blinked his eyes. He spotted Quatre looking at him with a concerned look. "Quatre. Tell me you were joking."
"I hope I was," said Quatre with a sigh.
"Then you're telling me that it was all a joke?" asked Trowa hopefully.
"No. I still think that I'm pregnant."
Trowa fainted for the second time that day.
Was this fic funny? I hope it turned out to be funny and not dumb like all my other fics. I just wrote something that popped in my head so it must be... Wonder if I should continue this fic or not. It's up to minna-san to determine the fate of this fic. To continue or not to continue, that is the multi-million dollar question. Anyway, just send all you suggestions or ideas or flames to me at blue_violet@gundamwing.org. Yes, I'll be happy to recieve flames. But I hope I won't get any cos so far I haven't been flamed yet!!