A/N: Chapter 5! Alright, so I have chapters 6 through 9 I think done, so I will try to get those up as soon as possible! Until then, I present to you, Chapter 5. :D
Chapter 5
Nick and Jeff's Dorm
Nick's POV
"Nick... I'm pregnant." I'm probably just sitting there with a stunned look on my face, because Jeff just says, "Nick? Nick, are you okay?" I snap out of my trance-like state and look directly into his eyes.
"You're pregnant?" I ask. He nods. Before I realize it, I'm crying.
"Oh, my god. Are you upset?" Jeff asks.
"N-no, no." I say in between shaky breaths. "I'm not upset. I'm just... really h-happy. I-I'm going to be a d-dad." I smile at Jeff. He smiles back softly. I calm myself down and stop crying.
"I'm going to be a dad." I repeat.
"Yeah, and I'm going to be a mom. Just what every guy imagines he'd say." Jeff says, laughing. I laugh, and then say, "So, that's why you were sick this morning..." Jeff nods.
"It's probably going to be like that for the a few weeks; then I'm going to start craving everything that I've never even liked. Then, eventually, I'll get so big that I won't be able to put my shoes on, and you'll have to cram my smelly feet into my shoes every day for me." Jeff says, smiling and laughing. I laugh, too, and realize that it's near dinner time. I mention it to Jeff and we head to the cafeteria for dinner. We sit at our normal table, with Kurt, Blaine, Wes, David, Thad, and Trent, and set our trays down.
"What are you so smiley about?" Kurt asks.
"Oh, nothing. Can't two guys just smile about how amazing life is?" I say. Jeff kicks me under the table.
"Okay..." Kurt says, questioningly. He turns back towards the other Warblers, continuing their previous conversation.
The next morning is pretty much a repeat of the previous. I tell Jeff to stay in bed, but he keeps insisting on going to classes.
"It'll be fine, I promise. Nothing bad is going to happen." he says. He decides to tune me out, so he ends up going to classes anyway, even though he's running the risk of getting sick in the middle of class. Luckily, today I have all of my classes with him, so I can keep an eye on him. Each class we go to, I inform the teacher that Jeff isn't feeling well, bringing the mini trashcan in each room over by his desk, just in case. We're mid-French class when he next gets sick. We're working on a group project, when I notice him clutching his stomach.
"Honey, are you okay?" I ask quietly, so our partner in the assignment and school gossip, Trent, doesn't hear. Jeff shakes his head and says, "I think I'm gonna be sick." With that, he doubles over above the trashcan and proceeds to vomit into it.
"We'll be right back." I say to Trent, as the teacher lets us leave to get Jeff cleaned up.
"Are you okay?" I ask him as we get to the bathroom.
"Yeah, fine. I'm feeling better, what with that up and out." he says. I shudder.
"Do you want to come back to classes? Because... yeah." I say.
"Yeah, sure, but if you think that I shouldn't, then I won't." he says.
"As much as I love being with you every period, I really think that you should just rest. Go back to the dorm, lay down, take a nap, eat some crackers." I say. He sighs.
"Okay..."
"I'll drop off your books after class. I'll sse you then." I say.
"Bye." Jeff says. I kiss his forehead before going back to class.
