Arthur couldn't believe it. He was pregnant. Pregnant with Alfred's child. He was very happy that he was going to have a child. He loved children! But he wasn't so sure how Alfred would react. He went to find to him and saw him finishing up his killing spree with his bat. Arthur walked up to him. "Alfie! Guess what! I'm pregnant!"
Alfred turned around at the sound of his name, shaking off a head from his bat and holding it over his shoulder as he watched the other. "Impossible," he said immediately in response. "It's impossible for you to be pregnant. You're male," he said decisively, figuring the Brit was just pulling his leg.
"No, it's true! I even went to a doctor and had a test done!" Arthur handed Alfred some papesr that Arthur was pregnant and Alfred is the father.
Alfred looked over the papers scepticly, not believing a word of it until he saw the reports and blood work. His eyes widened comically as he looked up to the other and back to the papers. "Impossible," he whispered in awe, stepping up to the other. "Really?" he asked a bit dumbfounded, needing a verbal confirmation.
"Yes! It's really true! I'm so happy!" Arthur was already a little bit along so he lifted up his shirt to reveal a small bump.
Alfred look at the small bump, slowly reaching out a bloodied hand to gently caress the bump, leaving streaks of blood. "It's true..." he muttered, in slight shocked before dropping his bat to pick the other up an close. "You're amazing!" he said as he kissed the other, happy as can be.