The sound of the ambulance sirens was deafening to his hazy mind. Every sound seemed to be magnified, soft voices beside him almost sounding like yelling in his ears. All he saw was black, his eyes too heavy to open.

"Sixteen year old male. Possible internal bleeding. In and out of consciousness."

Beyond the sharp pain still residing in his stomach, he could feel a hand holding his own, a thumb stroking across the back of his hand. "Everything's going to be okay." Kendall.

James had been so consumed with pain that he hadn't even realized that Kendall had climbed in with him. Then again, he'd been unconscious for the majority of this ordeal.

The next thing James remembered was waking up in a hospital bed, inexpressibly happy that he no longer felt that stabbing pain in his stomach. His eyes quickly scanned around the room, an incredible unease creeping up on him at the realization that Kendall was nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed less scary with his boyfriend by his side.

He hadn't even been up for five minutes before the door to his room was opening and he found his whole body yearning for it to be the blond boy. He was only slightly disappointed when a doctor entered the room instead. There was a brief moment of conflicting confusion and uncertainty that passed the doctor's face and James was convinced that he was dying. It seemed like an eternity before the doctor finally started speaking.

"James," she began, pausing as if to choose her words carefully and James' eyes teared up in fear of the terrible news he was surely about to receive. "There are a lot of surprises in the medical field. There are hundreds of unsolved, unlinked mysteries that there are maybe, one in a million people affected."

"Oh god," he mumbled in horror, "I'm going to die from some rare disease with no cure." His eyes seemed to widen in realization. "I'm too pretty to die so young!"

"You're not dying anytime soon James," she assured him, hesitating briefly before adding, "And neither will your baby."

"I'm sorry, my what?" James questioned, shock and confusion etched all over his face. He sat up in bed, staring the doctor down like she was crazy, because it was pretty outrageous to think a guy was, could actually, get pregnant.

"I know it sounds crazy James," she reasoned and James wondered if she really did understand how ridiculous she sounded. "There have been a few cases in the US alone..."

"That doesn't really make this any less insane!" the pretty boy exclaimed, perhaps out of denial, perhaps just disbelief.

"Before you completely disregard this, I want to show you something." She pulled out two pictures out of the folder she held, handing one to James. "This is a sonogram of a woman who is one month pregnant." She handed him the second picture. "This is yours from an hour ago."

The resemblance between the two pictures was startlingly similar, almost appearing to be two copies of the same picture. James shoved them away, believing, for a second, that this was the truth, that this was real. "It has to be a growth...or a tumor or something!"

"Do you honestly think I didn't test every other possibility?" the woman questioned softly, "Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you."

"I don't know," James muttered, shaking his head slowly, finding the information hadn't quite absorbed yet. "I think I've got a slight leg up here."

The doctor could only nod in agreement. "There's a boy outside waiting for you. Do you want me to send him in?"

James heart rate increased tenfold at the mention of his boyfriend. In all this surprise and disbelief, he had completely forgotten about the blond and the huge role he played in all of this. How was Kendalll going to react to the news that he was going to be a dad? For a moment, James thought he was going to be sick all over again.

Biting his lip nervously, he nodded his head, eyes squeezed shut as each passing second seemed agonizingly slow. In reality, Kendall was by his side in a matter of seconds, rushing to his beside the second he entered the room. He couldn't help the soft smile that upturned his lips as the blond reached up and brushed his hair back. The action almost calmed his nerves.

"Thank god you're okay," Kendall sighed, letting his lips brush against James' forehead.

"Yeah," James agreed slowly, his hands beginning to shake as he continued, "We're okay."

James couldn't describe the worry that shook his body at the way Kendall's face contorted in confusion. "What do you mean 'we're'?"

James reached forward silently, grabbing the evidence and handing the two pictures to his boyfriend. He averted his gaze from Kendall's face, finding he didn't want to see the anger or disgust that would soon be painted upon there. Instead, he stared at the white walls of the hospital room, soft brown eyes filling with tears of fear, worry and confusion.

"You can't mean..." Kendall wanted to negate what these pictures were implying because it sounded just to insane to be true. "That's not even possible."

"That's what I thought," James whispered, lips pursed together tightly as the tears spilled down his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut as if to block out the world.

He felt a soft touch, a thumb swiping across his cheeks, wiping away all of his tears. He let his eyes flutter open as he turned his head to hesitantly meet Kendall's eyes. Slight relief washed over him when he noted that Kendall didn't look upset. "Why are you crying?"

"Why do you think?" James questioned quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm pregnant Kendall. I'm scared and confused and I don't know what the hell I'm going to do now."

Kendall expression softened considerably at his boyfriend's confession. He slid into bed alongside the other boy, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him against his side. He pressed his lips to James' temple, murmuring softly against his skin. "We are going to get through this. Together."

Kendall held onto James tightly as the brunette cried softly. As much as it hurt him to witness, he found himself unable to blame the other boy for being so scared. After a few hours passed and it had finally sunk in, he found himself worrying as well. They were just sixteen; they were far too young to be parents. Not only that, but they were both guys which was bound to cause trouble in the future. But as the brunette beside him slowly fell asleep, he couldn't help but place a hand on his stomach, eyes tearing up happily at the realization. Beyond all the fear and disbelief, he felt an overwhelming sense of excitement. He was going to be a dad.

When Kendall woke up a couple hours later, a slight panic washed over him as he noticed James was no longer curled up at his side. Relief quickly replaced it when he got his answer, muffled heaving sounds coming from the bathroom. He slid out of bed, quietly pushing the door open. His heart broke a little bit when he thought about this and how much pain James would endure in the next 8 months.

He crouched down beside the brunette, much like he had done that morning, trailing his fingers down his back, slipping them under the hospital gown and rubbing small circles against the small of his back. He brought his other hand forward to brush back James' hair from his face as he hugged the toilet bowl even tighter.

Even to Kendall it felt like hours passed that they remained in the bathroom, James puking his guts out while Kendall watch helplessly, wishing there was something he could do to take this suffering away for James. He could only imagine how James must be feeling at that moment.

Just as another wave of nausea hit the poor brunette, his mom appeared in the door way, looking shocked and worried. "Should I go get the doctor?"

Kendall shook his head. "No, he's fine Mom."

"Kendall," his mom spoke softly, concern obvious in her voice. It was just her motherly instincts kicking in; James was like a second son to her, she practically treated him like her own. "He does not look fine."

"That's because..." Kendall trailed off nervously, his hands shaking slightly. He knew he had to tell his mom; she would find out eventually anyways but it was just so nerve-racking to admit to her. He knew his mom would never hate him, or James for that matter but he still didn't know how she was going to react. "James is..."

"Pregnant," James finished miserably, his moan echoing in the toilet bowl.

"Before you question it," Kendall cut her off before she could begin to question it. "There's two pictures by the bed. Go look at them."

"Kendall," James whimpered, turning his head to gaze up at the blond boy with wide, tired eyes. "Make it stop."

"I'm sorry babe," the blond murmured sweetly, "I wish I could."

Mrs. Knight reappeared a few seconds later, clutching the two sonograms in her hands. She looked just as confused and in shock as they had earlier when they first discovered the news. "Oh my god," she breathed, holding a hand to her chest in awe. "I'm going to be a grandmother?"

James finally leaned back, slowly sitting down, resting against Kendall for support. "Yeah," he answered so quietly it was barely audible. Disbelief was something they were all feeling an excess of that evening.

That night found the two lovebirds and future parents curled up in bed, much like they had been earlier. James had his head resting on Kendall's chest, who had his arm draped around the brunette's shoulder. There was a certain calm that had washed over the two boys, neither one speaking, just silently resting in one another's embrace.

Despite the relaxed atmosphere, there was an uncertainty hanging around them. There were still so many things left unanswered, so many obstacles they would have to face in the months to come. Telling Kendall's mom had been surprisingly easy; she took well to the news. They both knew that telling James' parents was not going to be that easy. They certainly wouldn't take it as well as Mrs. Knight had.

That's where the boys were when the doctor returned, lying beside one another, fearing the months of obstacles and hardships they were sure to face.

"How are we doing in here?" she asked softly, offering them a small smile.

Neither boy really had an answer to that. They just were; they were still in shock, still in disbelief that they were going to be having a baby. They were scared and worried, mere kids forced into a situation beyond their years. They were doing the best they could be and hopefully that was all that was expected of them at the moment.

James just shrugged to express these feelings.

"Well, I know you guys are still taking it in and its a lot to deal with at one time," the woman spoke sympathetically. "I just wanted to check in and let you know that we'll be discharging you in the morning. Before you leave, we'll set up your first pre-natal appointment and give you some pre-natal vitamins to start taking."

They just nodded in understanding, finding the information went in one ear and out the other. They were hearing the words but they had a hard time believing them. It still felt so surreal. Unlike Kendall, James was having a hard time seeing the excitement in this. He was just scared beyond belief; it had yet to really hit him that he was going to have a baby. He knew once the initial fear wore off, he would be ecstatic about it. Hopefully it would only be a few days before this all soaked in.

Nervous didn't even begin to cover it. Better words to describe his dread included: frightened, worried, anxious. Kendall was picking him up after his discharge and that inevitably meant going home and, consequently, facing his parents. Facing them surely meant telling them; he knew this was something he couldn't hide for too long.

He knew how his parents would react to the news; they were less than thrilled to hear about his relationship with Kendall in the first place. Though they didn't like it, they accepted it. Now that he was carrying the other's baby, there was no telling what they would do. It would be unpleasant, James knew that much. It turned his stomach to think about.

He rested his hand against his flat stomach, disbelieving there was a baby inside him. His face contorted in momentary horror when he realized how his body would be changing over the next few months. His washboard abs would be ruined. James had yet to see the positive to this situation they'd been forced into; so far it seemed like nothing but a pain to him (if the hour spent puking in the bathroom that morning was any indication).

He hoped, as Kendall grabbed his hand while they were walking to his car, that the blond boy couldn't feel how severely his hands were trembling. Kendall placed a kiss to his temple and James could tell that the other boy instantly picked up on his restless nerves. He was silent the whole ride home, practically drowning in a sense of surrealism, or maybe denial. It was just so hard to accept.

They sat in James' driveway for a good ten minutes, James too nervous to go in and Kendall trying to assure him that everything would be fine. James wanted to believe him so bad, because Kendall was his anchor but things just seemed so much worse now more than ever. This was going to change their whole lives and he wondered if Kendall had realized that yet. After they shared a soft kiss and James promised to call his later, James reluctantly headed inside to face his parents.

Kendall's eyes were glued to the TV, staring at the hockey game playing but not actually watching it. His mind was elsewhere entirely. He couldn't help but think. It was starting to really hit him; he was going to be a father. Him and James were going to be parents. Despite the immense fear in the back of his mind, he smiled at the thought.

He'd have a son to teach hockey to or share advice about girls when he got older. He was already committed to attending each and every game his son would play in. And even though he was scared to death about being a parent, he found he quite liked the idea. Especially with James. True, they were still so young, but Kendall always imagined having kids with the pretty boy. He'd always just assumed they would be a lot older with their own place and they would adopt.

It was weird and unexplained but Kendall liked the idea of James carrying their baby. It'd be the perfect mix of both of them, having James' beauty and hopefully not his huge eyebrows. He also liked the idea of watching his baby develop personally, being able to put his hands on James' stomach and feel their baby. The thought filled him with nothing but excited anticipation.

Only when he thought of his boyfriend did his nerves return. It took his parents the longest time to accept their relationship; he could only imagine how long it would take them to accept this. He checked his phone again, hoping to hear from the other boy. He was about to check again when there was a soft knock on the door.

Standing from the couch, he swung the door open, heart pierced by the sight in front of him. The tears in James' usually happy brown eyes told him everything he needed to know. Without a word, James stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Kendall's neck and burying his his face in the crook of his neck. Kendall returned the embrace whole-heartedly, arms secure around James' waist, holding him flush against his body. And when James sobbed, he felt it, the sudden jerk against his body.

After a few minutes, they pulled back slightly, just enough so Kendall could soothingly smooth his hand over James' soft hair, hand then dropping down to thumb away the tears trickling down his cheeks. As if he knew the question before Kendall even asked it, James sniffled and meekly met Kendall's gaze. "They called me a freak and kicked me out," he confessed softly, voice wavering in fear and worry.

Anger and devastation washed over him at the announcement. Not that they were expecting the utmost acceptance, but they certainly weren't expecting anything as drastic as that. Kendall was baffled by James' parents' action; how could any parent do such a thing to their child? How could they just abandon James like that? Kendall shook his head in outrage, vowing that he was going to be there for James and their baby no matter what, no exceptions.

Dropping his hand down, he grabbed James' firmly in his, pulling the other boy into the kitchen where his mom was preparing dinner. She stopped what she was doing, seeming to pick up the mood immediately.

"Mom," Kendall ventured hesitantly, voice showing his uncertainty and worry. "James' parents kicked him out. Can he stay with us?"

Mrs. Knight's expression softened as she nodded. "Of course my second son and grandbaby can stay here."

"Thanks Mama Knight," James said quietly.

He was quiet the rest of the night and Kendall was getting worried. They were in the living room, once again ignoring the TV in the background. James had changed into some of Kendall's sweats and one of his sweatshirts. His head was resting on the other's lap, body curled up on the couch. The way Kendall was combing his fingers through his hair was slowly lulling him to sleep. The day had proved to be mentally exhausting and Kendall's ministrations were just too relaxing. James was just about to give into the persistent sleep tugging at his eyelids, deciding that was exactly what he needed, when Katie came into the room.

"What's his problem?" she called bluntly, gesturing to the exhausted looking boy. It was rare to see him any less than perfect (even though Kendall thought he was always perfect) so it was always worrying to see him in such a state.

"Katie," he growled, shooting his sister a warning glare.

"You can tell her," James mumbled softly, eyes still shut.

Kendall rubbed a hand over James' side, fingers slipping under the sweatshirt he wore. If the relaxed sigh James emitted was any indication, the brunette enjoyed the mild skin to skin contact. "His parents kicked him out because he's pregnant."

Katie put a hand on her hip, eyes narrowing incredulously. "I wasn't born yesterday."

Silently Kendall handed her the pictures that served as the only evidence they had. He watched Katie's eyes scan over the two pictures, her face contorting in disbelief. It was another couple minutes before she actually spoke. "Cool," she mumbled with a smile, "I'm gonna be an aunt!"

Kendall smiled too, not only because his sister was excited for them but because it was the first time he'd seen James smile all day. There was a knock on the door and barely a second later, it was swinging open, Carlos and Logan walking in.

"Hey guys," Kendall greeted casually, lifting a hand to wave at the two.

They waved in returned before Carlos bounced over to where Katie was standing.

"Oooh, what're these?" he wondered, plucking the pictures from her hands. A few minutes passed, Carlos' face wrinkling in confusion. Logan seemed to notice and peeked over his shoulder to inspect the pictures himself.

"That's impossible!" Logan exclaimed in realization.

"Gee, you're the first person to say that," James muttered sarcastically. He felt a little guilty for snapping at his friend like that but he was sick of everyone reacting like he was some sort of rare oddity. After just one day, he was sick of feeling like a freak of nature.

"It's medically impossible," the smaller boy insisted, "There's no way-"

"Logan," Kendall cut in, sensing that Logan's words were unintentionally upsetting his boyfriend. "We know,okay?"

"Well congrats, I guess," Logan said instead, "This is great, isn't it?"

Kendall wanted to say yes and confess how excited he was but the look on James' face told him that he didn't exactly feel the same way.

A/N: Even my "happy" fic is kinda depressing. I wanted to make this realistic (as realistic as a mpreg can be) and I feel that things just wouldn't be fine and dandy after discovering something as major as this. So that's why James is upset about this (for now). If it's not obvious yet, this is a Minnesota AU and it will stay that way. I wanted my mpreg to differ from all the other one's with them in hollywood, dealing with paparazzi and what not. Oh and apologies to anyone waiting on any of my other fics, I've kinda fell in love with this one and have been ignoring the other ones. I promise I'll try to update those ones next.