You are Dave Strider and Jegus Christ is your husband of two years cuddly today. You came home from your job as a manger to find him burrowed under pillows and blankets, watching one of his favorite movies. Or, at least he was watching it; he had fallen asleep at some point in the film.
You laugh softly to yourself and move across the room to kiss the tip of his nose before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. You are in the middle of towel drying your hair when you feel a body press against your own, arms wrap around your waist.
"I missed you." Karkat purrs, nuzzling your back. You straighten up and turn to face him.
Karkat is quick to nuzzle your neck and chest, being considerably shorter than you, purring happily.
"Are you purring?" You smirk. Karkat looks up at you, almost hurt.
"Yeah...Is that bad?"
"No, I like it." You grinned, kissing his forehead. His face lights up again and his arms snake around your neck now, pulling you close.
As of now, this kid is stuck to you and isn't letting go anytime soon. You shift your arms under his legs and pick him up, carrying him off the bed. He giggles happily until you set him down, then he is clingy again.
"What's gotten into you today, Kitkat?" You sit on the bed and watch as he hurriedly crawls into your lap.
"What's that supposed to mean!?" He snaps. You jump a bit.
"Well, usually you aren't so cuddly." You offer him a bit of a smile.
"Oh..." He giggles and squirms against your arm, "I just missed you is all."
You roll your eyes playfully and pull the boy into your arms, laying back. You dose off, but are woken up three hours later by Karkat pushing away from you and bounding out of the room.
"Huh?" You crack your eyes open and follow him. He's in the bathroom, leaning over the sink, panting lightly.
"Kar, are you okay?"
Karkat swallows thickly before looking up at you, "Yeah...just felt sick is all." He sighs slowly before straightening himself up. He takes a step forward before his knees give it. You flash step over to him and catch him.
"Maybe you're getting sick?" You suggest, carrying him off to bed.
"Maybe...maybe..."
Over the next few weeks, Karkat has been acting very strange. He had been so cuddly, then was angry for an entire day, then cried all night, then was happy. It was literally scaring the crap out of you.
Walking in to the house was like walking into a bomb house, you never knew what mood your husband would be in and it scared you even more. However, today you walked through the door to find yet another sight before you.
Karkat was sitting on the couch, nearly in tears. There was a box beside him and a stick in hand.
Karkat. Pregnancy test. Blue.
Dear Lord, you're gonna be a father!