Title: Learn Something New Every Day
Pairing: SanUso
Rating: T
Warnings: Boyxboy, language, slight fluff, and a small surprise.
Summary: Despite Usopp's assurance that something is definitely wrong with him, Sanji refuses to listen and sends Usopp to work anyway. Unfortunately, Usopp's right, which leads to an interesting discovery that neither one expected.
Note: Sorry this one is a little later. I work at my campus bookstore and it's hell right now. That being said I'm sorry if there's any errors. I honestly meant to read through it and correct anything but I'm too damn tired and have no patience. Forgive errors, they are entirely my fault.

"C'mon Usopp. You're gonna be fine, now let go. I'm going to work."

"This is the worst thing you've made me do since we got married. What if I'm really sick?"

Sanji rolled his eyes as Usopp clung to his sleeve and refused to let go. Sitting in his car and waiting for Usopp to get out so he could go to work, Sanji wondered why Usopp suddenly decided he couldn't leave. The dark haired man complained of a bit of nausea and bloating, even though his eating habits were completely normal. He insisted he was sick, but Sanji knew he was only overworked.

"Just tell them you're tired and ask for some easy stuff to do," Sanji said. "If you stay home, you're just gonna complain and call me during my shift. Zeff's already pissed about the incident last week."

"One, if I stay home I'm not calling you because the phone sex was your fault," Usopp glared. "Two, you know I don't get sick or overworked."

"That's why I know you're not sick now," Sanji said. "You've got the day off tomorrow, so get through today and come home so I can make you something to eat and help you feel better."

Usopp blanched, his grip slipping as he admitted defeat. "The idea of food sounds terrible," he said before getting out of the care and walking around to kiss Sanji through the open window. "Promise me you'll come running f they make me go to the hospital."

"For heaven's sake, Usopp!" Sanji growled, rolling his eyes again and gently pushing a smirking Usopp out of the window. For someone feeling sick, Sanji thought Usopp seemed rather healthy. Maybe he was just being an attention hog. "You'll be fine, alright? I'll see you tonight, and I'll have dinner ready by the time you get home."

"Love you too," Usopp said, walking backwards, watching the window to Sanji's car roll up and waving as Sanji drove away. He watched Sanji's car until it was out of sight, almost like he was wishing the older man would return, especially when a little wave of nausea hit him again.

Usopp was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't realize someone was walking up behind him. The hand on his shoulder surprised him though, made Usopp jump. He turned around to his coworker, Conis, standing just to his side. "Oh, hey Conis! You scared me!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry. Good morning, Usopp-san," Conis smiled. "My father saw you from his office and asked me to come out and greet you. You're rather early today."

"Ah, yeah. Sanji had to go to work early," Usopp said. "He's still driving me to work even though we live within walking distance."

"Well, it is a bit cold outside," Conis said, words emphasized by her hands gripping her upper arms. "Usopp-san, my father said he wanted to talk with you about what he plans on having you and Heracles do today. We're supposedly getting a large shipment of items such as flower pots, soil, and possibly some tools."

Usopp nodded, following Conis into the building as she talked. The two worked in a conservatory owned by Conis' father Pagaya. As two of the longest working employees, they were often in charge behind the elder men running the place as a whole. The glass building- quite small but also promising- garnered just enough attention to maintain a staff of five people a day and continue operations on a regular schedule. And while it wasn't Usopp's first career choice, his brain constantly pushing new ideas into his head for the creative outlets he pursued, he wasn't willing to leave just yet.

Despite the bit of fatigue threatening to make him collapse, because at this point Usopp was sure he was getting the flu, he followed Conis to the main office where Pagaya waited for them. "Morning, Pagaya-san! Conis says we're getting more stuff today?" he asked as he walked into the room.

"Ah, good morning Usopp-san!" Pagaya called out. "And yes, she's right. We're anticipating a large shipment of items, mostly soil, and we could really use your help. I hope it comes at no inconvenience."

"I don't see why it would. You and Heracles are the ones in charge and all of my work has been getting done," Usopp explained.

"Yes, that's true. Well, in any case, please take the time to count what bit of soil we have left? It would be wise to check that and ensure we are getting the amount we need today," Pagaya said.

Usopp nodded, cracking a joke about inventory checks getting done before ordering new supplies, before walking towards their so called "indoor shed." The building kept all of their materials indoors to protect them from the weather. While it was mildly cramped, they all managed to fit.

He noticed the almost diminished bags propped in a pile along the wall, chucking to himself and counting them off on one hand. He was a little confused by one bag, which held a different kind of soil, stacked on top of the rest despite Conis and her organizational skills. "Might as well move it where it belongs," Usopp mumbled to himself, reaching down to tug at the corners of the soil bag. He lifted it without much difficulty, but he felt another wave of nausea as he set it down close by.

Gulping, Usopp held one hand across his stomach and one over his mouth. When he felt the urge to vomit subside, he sighed. 'Damn, should've stayed home…'

He thought back to his morning routine, suddenly regretting his choice to skip breakfast despite Sanji's best efforts, when Conis pulled him from storage and towards the back. "We're going to try getting the seedlings into separate pots, as they're all sprouting at this point," she said. "We'll have to wait for the shipment, which probably won't be here for another hour."

"Alright," Usopp smiled, fighting back the little of nausea and fatigue that hit him when Conis wasn't looking. He slumped his shoulders, ignored whatever remained of his ill feeling, before telling himself it was going to be a long day.

"Usopp'n! The shipment is here'n!"

"About time. I was starting to think they were gonna be late," Usopp mumbled, wiping his hands on the coverall Conis insisted he wear as he repotted the smaller plants. He pulled the coverall off as Heracles ran past him and opened the door, making a path to their storage room. "Did you get everything we ordered?"

"Yes!" Heracles exclaimed as he ran through the building. "All of the supplies Pagaya ordered barely fit in the truck too! I had to configure getting it all in the back at least three times'n."

"That explains why it took so long," Usopp muttered under his breath. While he wasn't a fan of Heracles taking a long time to grab their new supplies, he silently thanked whatever higher being made it happen. It gave him time to get over his nausea and helped his fatigue fade a bit. Now he only felt a little tired, which was something he could deal with until his shift was over.

He followed Heracles out the door, a little bothered by his amount of energy, before he gasped at the amout of soil bags waiting to be transferred. He was almost certain there was a wall of bags almost five feet thick in the back of the truck. "Pagaya, how much soil did you order?!" he demanded.

"Enough to last us for the rest of the season," Pagaya explained, lifting himself to climb in the back of the truck. "In fact, Heracles suggested we get this much. I hope it's not too much to bear."

"Come, Usopp'n! We must take this challenge head on and work hard'n!" Heracles said, grabbing onto Usopp's arm to pull him towards the truck. Usopp resisted the urge to whine and hoped the little twitch of nausea he felt again was only in his imagination.

Conis appeared at the back door and found a way to prop it open. "Be careful, you two! These bags can be quite heavy if you don't take it easy," she said.

"Remember to lift with your legs, not your back!" Pagaya added, reaching out to grab a soil bag and lifting it to make an example of himself.

Usopp shrugged him off, too busy pulling one of the bags closer to avoid lifting it on the same level. "Don't worry, this'll work out just fine, right?" he asked. "Less strain, more-"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, also in the middle of moving the bag off the truck, only to go pale and let the bag slip through his fingers. It landed in front of his feet as he hunched forward and cradled his side. A nervous grunt of pain slipped past his lips, everything moving in slow motion.

"Usopp-san!"

Heracles nearly dropped his own soil bag to reach out and catch Usopp, the younger falling forward a bit. "Usopp'n! Are you alright?" he asked as Pagaya and Conis ran closer.

Gasping through the pain in his side, Usopp shook his head. "No, I-ow! My side hurts- I think I pulled-" He was speaking too fast, under his breath, and struggling to fill his lungs with air. Pulling a muscle in his side was insanely painful, possibly the worst pain he'd ever felt, and it was terrifying.

"Slow down, Usopp-san. I cannot understand what you're saying," Pagaya said. He dropped down to stand next to Heracles and Usopp, helping Heracles stand the younger man as tall as he would. When Conis reached out to touch Usopp's forehead, noting he was slightly feverish and clammy, he figured out a plan of action. "Conis, keep the door open. Heracles, can you carry him?"

"Yes'n," Heracles said, giving no warning as he scooped Usopp off his feet and ignored the pained cry Usopp let out. Conis, already back at the door, gave them an open pathway to move as Pagaya ran ahead to clear some room. He pushed most of the work off a table before Heracles laud Usopp across it.

"What happened Usopp? Where are you hurting?" Pagaya asked, paying close attention to Usopp's hands to watch for any kind of hint.

"I think I-ow, shit! I p-pulled something," Usopp explained, fingers digging into his side. "Oh shit, I think I'm gonna puke-"

"Here, a bucket!" Conis said, grabbing the closest bucket she could find and shoving it towards Usopp. He turned and grabbed the edge, hoping Conis wouldn't let go as he heaved and fought through a cramp.

"Pagaya-san, perhaps we should have him sit up and try to determine what his problem is'n," Heracles suggested. "A method for figuring out the problem could be having him twist his torso from side to side?"

"I think his problem is just a tad bit obvious Heracles-san," Pagaya explained. "Perhaps we should take him to the hospital. Pulled muscles do not come with nausea, do they"

"A-Actually, I've been nauseous all morning," Usopp mumbled, head hovering over the empty bucket that Conis still held onto. "But- shit! It really hurts…"

"Father, we should take him to the hospital. Maybe he's getting sick and this has only worsened his condition," Conis said. "Oh Usopp-san, you should have told us you were not feeling well! We could have let you rest; You could have stayed home!"

"Tell that to my husband…" Usopp mumbled. "Ah- damn! Whatever, whatever we're doing, let's- shit!"

"Conis'n, can you take him to the doctor'n? He needs medical attention immediately'n."

"Yes, I can."

"Good, allow us to help you get going and get him to your car."

"Ah, hey, can we call Sanji at le-ah, shit!"

After parking the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition, Sanji nearly kicked the door off the hinge while climbing out of his seat. He only checked to make sure there was no damage for a second before slamming the door, pressing the button on his keys to sound the lock alarm, and storming off towards the hospital entrance.

He'd been called after starting his shift again thinking it was just Usopp calling to check on him, but he was sorely mistaken. Not only had Usopp been taken to the hospital, but he'd been there for an hour before anyone tried to contact Sanji. The cook was boiling mad, not sure whether he should be upset with the doctors or if it was some kind of fluke.

Whatever the case, he didn't listen to anyone until he reached the reception desk and asked for Usopp. He was pointed to a higher floor and given a room number, but he was also told Usopp's doctor would be waiting by the elevator. Sanji ran off before the receptionists could say another word.

He took the stairs instead, where he found Tony Tony Chopper waiting by the staircase. The younger man was Sanji and Usopp's doctor despite his young age, but he'd been a friend for years. He only worked at the hospital if his mentor needed him there, but he often jumped at the mention of one of his patients being there. Seeing him now was no surprise. In fact, Chopper was the one who called Sanji in the first place.

"Chopper, what the hell's going on? Is he alright?" Sanji asked, walking past his friend to search for Usopp.

"Usopp pulled a muscle in his side while he was at work, but Sanji, there's something I have to tell you," Chopper replied. He managed to keep up with Sanji despite his smaller size, but he sounded a little frantic. "I didn't want to mention it over the phone because Doctorine and I are still a little unsure what happened, but that's not the only thing we found when looking at him."

"What else is wrong with him?" Sanji asked.

"Well, we discovered he has shown multiple symptoms of something entirely unrelated to his injury. Nausea, fatigue, sensitivity in the pelvic area, cramping, all of them were believed to be bizarre side effects to his injury," Chopper said. "He's in this room, right here."

Sanji stopped just outside the room Chopper pointed at, noticing the door was opened just a crack before pushing it open. He didn't say anything until he looked inside, smiling a bit when he realized Usopp was looking back at him. "Uso-"

"About time you got here! The kid wouldn't stop going on about you and it was starting to get annoying!"

The voice of Chopper's mentor, Kureha, sent a chill down Sanji's spine and he was a little bothered by hearing her speak. "Hag, it's good to see you're doing well…"

"Sanji," Usopp whispered while reaching an arm out to grab for a hand. The cook instantly jumped into the room and laced their fingers together when Usopp spoke up. "S-S-Sanji, I told you something was wrong," he said, free hand touching his stomach without thinking.

"Usopp, what happened? How did you pull a muscle? Chopper says he's got something to say too, but he didn't tell me. What's the bizarre symptoms point to?"

"Slow down, lover boy. You're gonna overwhelm him," Kureha sighed, noting Usopp's reddening face and the slight twitch he gave as Sanji asked away. "Why don't we have him tell you what else we discovered first? Help him relax and hopefully help him feel better, seeing as how he's probably more worried about the news he has for you than anything else."

Sanji blinked in confusion, looking at Usopp for answers. He watched Usopp touch his stomach and carefully observed the play of emotions that crossed his face. Fear, confusion, insecurity and the slightest hints of joy and nervous excitement all managed to mix together all at once, making Sanji wonder just what he had to say. "C'mon, spill. What's going on?"

"Ah, well, after running a bunch of tests, I'm still confused. B-But the Doctor and Chopper are never wrong and they-they both confirmed it multiple times," Usopp said. "And they gave me an hour to wrap my head around it."

"So that's why you guys waited to call," Sanji mumbled.

"Anyway, umm… I-I, umm… I'm…"

Kureha rolled her eyes and Chopper scolded her for rushing, and ultimately stressing, Usopp even more. The older woman smacked Chopper on the back of the head before paying attention to Usopp again.

Usopp blushed before guiding Sanji's hand to his stomach. They were completely quiet while Usopp gathered the words, Sanji growing impatient. Finally, Usopp spoke up in the faintest whisper. "Sanji, I'm… I'm pregnant."

They were all quiet once again, this time watching Sanji as his eyes grew wide and took in the information. He looked at Usopp's stomach, at his face, then back at his stomach before he opened his mouth. "Ah-uh, you're… you're what?" he asked.

"I'm pregnant," Usopp said, a bit louder for everyone to hear as his face heated up.

Sanji looked over his shoulder at Kureha and Chopper, blinking a few times. "Is this… Is this true? Is he really… p-preg-pregnant?" he asked.

"All of our tests are positive just like he told you, and we've completely ruled out the possibility of any couvade syndrome or anything closely related," Chopper said, pulling himself away from Kureha's side to check the heating pad pressed against Usopp's stomach. "We ran several types of tests including urine screening, blood testing, questioning, we even did a few ultrasounds. They all gave back the same responses."

Sanji's eyes didn't move as he turned to Kureha. "Crazy witch doctor, you didn't try some weird voodoo magic on him-"

"I'm a normal doctor, dipshit!" Kureha shouted. "If he's pregnant, it's not influenced by outside forces. Nothing seems to be a reasonable explanation for why he's knocked up. No way it's humanly possible."

"Then what… what are we dealing with?" Sanji asked.

"A fetus," Kureha said. "A fetus with a gestational age of about 8 weeks according to our estimation."

The blond looked at Usopp as his face paled, emotions running high and overwhelming him. "You're pregnant… You're really pregnant?"

Usopp nodded, wincing at a spasm of pain but smiling all the same. "Yeah, I'm really preg… Sanji? Sanji!"

The grip on his hand faltered as Sanji started to slip, the cook falling to the floor and making a strange and unusual choking noise as he passed out.

"Oh god, oh god, is he gonna be OK? Is he gonna- ow! Chopper, is he gonna be alright?"

"Usopp, calm down. You're going to put too much stress on your body and the baby."

"Chill out, kid. He's fine, just a little shaken by the news."

Sanji groaned as he opened his eyes, surprised to find he was in a hospital bed instead of the floor. "Shit, my head… Did I hit it when I passed out?" he asked, head groggy as he rubbed his eyes.

"Sanji!" Usopp exclaimed, reaching out from his own bed to grab for Sanji's hand despite the throbbing pain forming in his head and the cramp in his side. There were small tears in his eyes, pointed out by Chopper, that started to fade when Sanji sat up and started to get out of his own bed.

"Shit, sorry. I just…" Sanji sighed, his head spinning as he stood up and ignored Usopp grabbing his shirt. "I guess I freaked out. We're gonna have a baby, I kind of figured we'd never get the chance since we're both guys."

Usopp blushed, nodding when Sanji touched his face and smiling up at him.

"Well, since blondie here is awake and seems to be fine, and no you didn't hit your head when you fainted, I think it's time for you two to get out of my hospital," Kureha said. "I'd go ahead and schedule a regular appointment with the runt within the week so we can start on the usual pregnancy routine. You should get some prenatal vitamins as well.

"As for nursing that muscle, take it easy and stay in bed for a couple of days with on and off heat compresses. No strenuous activity- that's directed at you blondie- and try not to freak out about the situation. You're pregnant, so take the time to talk about futures and what you plan on doing, so congrats and go home and rest."

"Thanks, Doctor," Usopp smiled.

Sanji thanked Kureha in a similar fashion and watched as Chopper helped Usopp out of bed and into a wheelchair, which seemed a little useless but Sanji didn't find a reason to argue. He looked up when Chopper started talking to Usopp. "If you'd like, I can give you a picture of the ultrasound we did," Chopper said. "It should only take a minute to print if you wanna wait here."

"Sure!" Usopp smiled, watching Chopper walk out of the room before looking up at Sanji. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine," Sanji said. "Just a little… shocked? Surprised? Unsure what to do?"

"Yeah, I know how those feel," Usopp said. He reached up to grab one of Sanji's hands, both resting on a handle to the wheelchair. "You're OK with this, right? Having a baby with me?"

"Well, yeah. Hell, it's like an added bonus!" Sanji said. "Talk about surprising. I thought for sure we'd have a kid someday, just not through natural methods. And not so soon." He leaned forward to press a kiss on Usopp's head. "The question is how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine!"

"You're knees are shaking."

"B-Be quiet, it's normal."

"Yeah right, you liar."

They smiled at each other in silence until Chopper returned with some pamphlets in hand. "Here, I found these too. They can help you figure out a diet if you need to change it, things that need to be changed in general, and an idea of what to expect during your first few months of pregnancy," he explained. "And the ultrasound picture is between them all. Be careful getting home and get some rest."

"Thanks Chopper. I'll get him back to you soon to start this doctor routine," Sanji said. He followed Chopper out of the room until they reached the hospital entrance, Usopp in tow. He wasted no time in pulling his car around and helping Chopper move Usopp to the passenger seat. Sanji nodded at Chopper one last time before climbing into the driver's seat and driving away.

After driving for a minute, Sanji glanced at Usopp and smirked. The other man was looking at the picture, pamphlets forgotten on his lap while one hand touched his stomach. His eyes, closed over as he stared, told all of his emotions had switched to positive. Lips perked up in a smile and a warm blush covering his cheeks, Usopp didn't even notice Sanji stopping at a light until Sanji reached for the picture. "C'mon, let me see it. Is the kid very big or hardly recognizable?" he asked.

"I'm only 8 weeks," Usopp mumbled, tearing his attention away from the picture to pass it off. "There's still a long time and a lot of development we have to get through."

Sanji looked at the photo for a few seconds before passing it back and starting to drive again. "Damn, that's pretty mind blowing," he mumbled, one hand running through his hair before resting on the divider between the front seats.

Usopp nodded, his own hand slowly joining Sanji's as he grinned. "Yeah, it is. But we'll be fine. We'll be great parents!"

His hands were starting to tremble, Sanji's fingers gripping his a little bit tighter. The ultrasound picture rested next to their hands as Sanji leaned towards Usopp and kissed his lips, both pulling away as the light turned. They didn't let go, the picture still sitting on the divider, where it stayed for the rest of the trip home.