I AM OBSSESSED, AND I DON'T REGRET IT XD And yes, this idea has been severely thought out, but going to be poorly written because I'm the one writing it.

Also... they're trucks. How can one get pregnant? No clue. How can a MALE get pregnant? Magic. (Abra-ka-PICKLE magic! XD)

ENJOY!

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Pickle first thought that it had been just the case of a flu.

His morning had started out fine; Wake up in the morning, make some breakfast for him and Crusher, search in the news for any upcoming races for Crusher to go on then head there after washing up the dishes.

Mid-search, however, had gone more eventful than wanted.

"Pickle?!" Crusher ran after his lover as the green truck made his way to the restroom to vomit. "Pickle, what's wrong?!"

"I... ugh, I don't know..." Pickle groaned, his head spinning as he stumbled back into the other's tires. "I don't feel so good..."

"Are you getting sick?" Crusher frowned and held the green truck's face to check. "Do you feel dizzy?"

"I feel... nausea... and hungry..." Pickle hissed and shook his head to snap himself out. "Really, REALLY hungry,"

"Hungry?" Crusher raised an eyebrow at the other. "But, Pickle, we just had breakfast!"

"But... But I'm hungry!" Pickle whimpered, puppy eyes shooting up at the dark blue truck. "PLEASE?!"

"Aw, Pickle, you know that I can't say no to the puppy eyes!" Crusher sighed and patted his head. "Alright, alright, I'll get you something to eat. What do you want?"

"Yay!" Pickle beamed. "Ooh! Ooh! How about some yummy fruit salad... with lots and lots of-"

"Let me guess; pickles?" Crusher guessed.

But Pickle shook his head. "Nope! I want fruit salad with... chocolate syrup and spicy sauce!"

"Chocolate syrup? Spicy sauce?!" Crusher looked horrified. "Pickle, are you SURE that you're feeling okay?"

"Maybe...? Maybe not...?" Pickle shrugged. "I don't know. What I DO know is that I'm HUNGRY!"

"Okay, okay, fine," Crusher let out another sigh. "Stay here and rest while I get you some... strange fruit salad,"

"Yipee!" Pickle hugged his secret boyfriend tightly. "THANKS, CRUSHER!"

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But after two weeks, the strange cravings and mood swings called off the first thought. And after that were more vomiting, after every meal that he had, and his favorite food was no longer delicious to him. Soon after, a weight gain. A sudden weight gain from an unknown reason.

By then, Pickle knew something else was wrong with him. Crusher did too, but the dark blue truck hid it well when driving together in public... until at home, of course, where he would flip out and try to figure out what the hell was going on with his lover.

"That's it! We're going to the doctor!" Crusher announced.

"But, Crusher, you have a race today," Pickle argued.

"Yes, I know, but whatever is wrong with YOU is getting stranger and stranger every day!" Crusher sighed, turning to the green truck. "We need to find out what's going on,"

"Hmm... why not ask your Grammy to go with me, so you can race?" Pickle suggested.

"Pickle-"

"Come on, Crusher, if you miss the race, everyone will be suspicious about it because you NEVER miss a race," Pickle pointed out. "You even raced in outerspace!"

"I- fine," Crusher let out a sigh in defeat. "Fine, fine, you have a point. I'll call Grammy, but if she's busy, WE are heading off to the doctor, alright?"

Pickle knew he couldn't argue any further, so he sighed and nodded. Crusher smiled and kissed his head then he drove off to get in contact with his Grammy.

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"Oh, there is no need to be nervous, Pickle, dear," Grammy reassured the green truck as they waited for the doctor to call them in.

"I'm not nervous, Ms. Grammy," Pickle shook his head, offering Crusher's grandmother a smile. "I'm just a little... scared,"

"If you are scared then my Crushy must be TERRIFIED!" Grammy laughed.

"Yeah, he's pretty startled by everything that's happening to me," Pickle let out a laugh. "He's like 'Pickle, what's wrong?!' then he drives around the house, all panicky and yelling out over and over again,"

"That's just a sign that he cares about you, Pickle, dear," Grammy patted him gently. "And you are very lucky. You are one of the few he cares about,"

"I know, I'm pretty lucky," Pickle beamed.

"Next patient; Mr. Pickle!" the Nurse truck called out.

"Ooh! That's me!" Pickle jumped for joy before driving over to the exam room, with Grammy following behind him.

"Well, hello, Pickle," the doctor offered him a smile as soon as he was inside. "What seems to be trouble?"

And so, Pickle recited everything that happened to him for the past two weeks. The doctor listened attentively, nodding at each symptom told and noting them down. After everything was listed, the doctor looked back at the green truck with a smile.

"These symptoms are quite... familiar, yet unique for your... gender, but I won't know until we run some tests," she placed her notes down in her pocket then drove past the two. "Come on, let's go to the laboratory,"

"Uh... okay, doc," Pickle nodded and followed behind her.

Grammy patted him on the back reassuringly as they made their way to the laboratory. the doctor led Pickle to an x-ray machine (I mean, for trucks, it should be x-ray, not ultrasounds, right?). The green truck made his way towards the x-ray and watched as the doctor turned on the machine and placed it on his side.

"Hmm... just as I thought..."

"Is there a problem?" Grammy asked, driving to her with a concerned expression.

"Not... a problem, per se," the doctor shook her head and pointed to the x-ray screen. "Please see what's on the screen..."

Grammy blinked in confusion until she turned to the screen. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped before she shook her head and narrowed her eyes at the screen.

"Is this certain, doctor?"

"Yes, it is," the doctor nodded. "It is a rare condition, but yes, this is certain,"

"Oh my..." Grammy gasped. "This... This is amazing!"

"What's amazing?" Pickle was confused and curious as he tried to drive to see.

"Not yet, Pickle," the doctor stopped the green truck from moving. "Let me snap a picture for you to see,"

With a click and a print, the x-ray was turned off, and the doctor took out the picture from the printer and set it on the exam table. Pickle drove over and tilted his head as his eyes roamed over the picture.

"Uh, what am I suppose to be looking at?"

"Here, Pickle, dear," Grammy pointed a tire to a shape forming in Pickle's stomach.

"Huh," Pickle was still confused. "Is that... something I ate?"

"Oh, no, no, Pickle," the doctor shook her head. "That is something, or someone, growing inside you,"

"Growing... inside of me?!" Pickle's jaw dropped.

"Don't worry, Pickle, dear," Grammy rubbed his back comfortingly. "It's not dangerous, for it is a child growing inside of you,"

Pickle was silent. He contemplated everything for a moment before fainting.

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"Pickle, dear? Are you alright?"

Pickle woke up to the sound of Grammy's voice, his vision clearing up to see her and the doctor staring down at him worriedly. He groaned and picked himself up, rubbing his aching head.

"Ugh... what happened...?"

"You fainted when we told you that you were pregnant, Pickle," the doctor gave him a smile as she helped him up steadily.

"Oh, I see- wait, WHAT?!" Pickle turned to her in disbelief. "That's not possible! Is it?"

"It is, but it is very rare," the doctor explained. "A child from two males is truly a blessing,"

"And you're not the first to have it in your family," Grammy added. "I called your grandpa, and he told me that some of your male ancestors had gotten pregnant in the past,"

"I... I... oh my..." Pickle placed a tire on his head as he thought things through. "I... I'm pregnant..."

"And I'm having a great-grandchild!" Grammy beamed. "I'm so EXCITED! I'm gonna tell your grandfather and the rest of the Pickle Family! They're gonna be so happy for you and Crushy, Pickle, dear!"

"I... I'm happy too, but..." Pickle bit his bottom lip. "what if Crusher doesn't accept it?"

"Aw, I'm sure he will," Grammy assured him with a smile and a pat. "Crushy would never say no to family... or to you!"

"That's... kinda true," Pickle took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, I'll tell him when he gets back after the race,"

"That's the spirit!" Grammy smiled then she turned back to the doctor. "Mind if we get the x-ray, doctor?"

"Oh, not at all!" the doctor grabbed a brown envelope and carefully slid the picture inside then she turned and gave it to Pickle. "Congratulations to you and Crusher!"

Pickle gave the doctor a smile, but it faltered as he and Grammy made their way out of the hospital. As they drove to the Monster Dome to see and pick up Crusher, Grammy noticed the worried expression on the green truck's face. She pulled him close to her comfortingly.

"There's no need to fret, Pickle, dear," she told him. "I'll be there when you tell him,"

"Really?" Pickle's eyes lit up. "Thanks, Ms. Grammy,"

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"Ugh, so close!" Crusher hissed as he glared at his rival took the victory yet AGAIN. "Every time... argh!"

"Oh, Crushy!"

He turned to the voice and beamed. "Grammy!" He drove over to be enveloped in a big hug by his grandmother. "You're here!"

"Good to see you too, Crushy!" Grammy kissed her grandson dearly. "How was the race?"

"I lost... again," Crusher sighed then he turned to smile at his lover. "Hey, Pickle. You feeling better?"

"Um... kinda," Pickle faked a smile, which made the dark blue truck's smile falter in an instant.

"What?" Crusher turned back to his grandmother. "Grammy, what happened?"

"Later, Crushy, when we get home," Grammy told him with reassuring smile. "Don't worry. It isn't bad. Promise,"

"Alright..." Crusher wasn't convinced, but he trusted his grandmother over many things, so he just nodded before following her and Pickle home.

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"Hey, isn't that Crusher's Grammy?" AJ asked, pointing to the dark indigo truck leading Crusher and Pickle out of the Monster Dome. "And isn't that Pickle with her?"

"Huh," Blaze turned to catch a glimpse of them before they left. "you're right, AJ. Strange,"

"What's so strange?" Stripes asked as he and the others gathered over at their victorious friend.

"Did anyone see Pickle with Crusher today?" Blaze questioned.

"Zeg no see Pickle," Zeg shook his head.

"Nobody did," Darington replied, shaking his head too. "It was so weird,"

"Yeah," Starla agreed with a nod. "Pickle's always with Crusher... even when he cheats his worse cheats on us!"

"What's more is that Crusher didn't seem to mind that Pickle wasn't with him but knows that Pickle isn't there," Watts added.

"I'm surprised that we never asked where was Pickle," Gabby pointed out as she hopped off of Watts. "He never misses Crusher's races, right?"

"Yeah... it's... odd," Blaze nodded.

"What do you think is going on, Blaze?" AJ asked his best friend. "I mean, this IS Crusher we're talking about,"

"Do ya fellas think something happened to Pickle?" Starla raised an eyebrow.

"Something Crusher knows but... doesn't want to tell us," Stripes frowned.

"Calm down, guys," Blaze offered them a smile. "Whatever it is, it seems that Crusher's Grammy knows about it too, so it can't be too bad,"

"How can you be sure, Blaze?" Gabby questioned.

"We've met Crusher's Grammy, and she's great," AJ agreed with the red truck. "If it's something bad, I'm sure she'd tell us if we were needed,"

"Yeah, you're right, AJ," Blaze grinned. "We can't assume something without having proof. We'll leave it alone for a while, alright, guys?"

The friends exchanged glances but nodded with their friend in agreement. It couldn't be too bad now, right?

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"So, what's going on?" Crusher asked as soon as they got home. "What did you find out at the doctor?"

"Well... I'm not sick," Pickle started out, still as nervous as ever.

"That's great!" Crusher beamed.

"BUT... whatever I'm getting will still be here," Pickle winced at how terribly nervous he sounded. "For... 9 months, at least,"

"9... what?" Crusher turned to his grandmother with a confused stare. "Grammy?"

"Pickle, dear, I think it's much easier to show Crushy what you mean," Grammy suggested to the green truck.

Pickle swallowed but nodded and took out the brown envelope from earlier. He opened it and held out the picture of the x-ray to the other, who gently took it into his tires and narrowed his eyes to see it.

"Is it... something you ate...?" Crusher tried to guess.

"No..." Pickle shook his head.

"It's... something... inside you?!" Crusher gasped. "GROWING inside you?!"

"It's not something bad, Crushy, don't worry," Grammy patted her grandson gently. "Look at the picture. What is the shape of the thing inside?"

"Hmm..." Crusher looked closer and tilted his head. "It's a shape of... a truck?"

"A baby truck, actually," Pickle confessed then he took a deep breath before adding. "I'm pregnant, Crusher,"

Crusher was speechless at the news. Speechless and amazed, but he didn't want to excite himself too early. He waited, waited for them to call the bluff and tell him that it was something else. That it wasn't a child and that it was just a clickbait.

But it never came. Pickle just stared at him with soft, sincere eyes. His Grammy smiled at him, eyes just as soft as they both waited for his reaction.

"You're... You're pregnant?"

"Uh-huh," Pickle nodded slowly.

"And it's... our child?"

"Mm-hmm," Another nod.

"I... I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yes, Crushy, you're gonna be a father," Grammy chuckled.

"I... I'm gonna be a dad!" Crusher let out a gasp, tires going to his head in both surprise and alarm. "Holy, I'm gonna be a DAD!" His face then turned horrified. "But... what if I'm a terrible dad?!"

"Oh, Crusher, it's okay," Pickle gave him a smile, stretching a tire to his lover's. "You're gonna be great! I believe in you,"

"You... do?" Crusher blinked at him. "But... But what if I'm not ready?!"

"No one can ever be truly ready for parenthood," Grammy told him. "but you'll learn as you go,"

"Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm ready either," Pickle confessed. "but as long as I'm with you, I KNOW that things will be fine,"

"Oh, honey..." Crusher smiled and kissed his lover's cheek. "I love you... SO much..."

"Aww, I love you too, sweetie," Pickle laughed as he was enveloped into a hug.

It looked like things were gonna be more interesting around them now.