Need help! Who do you want to be Oliver's love interest in this story? I am torn between Thomas, Spatula Guy and Simon. Please comment or PM me who would be your vote. Thank you.

Mistakes are the portals to discovery.

The buzz of the passengers rushed through him, the laughter and cries from them could be heard as they are reunited with their loved ones to celebrate their own Thanksgiving.

"Plane just landed," Connor said as he answered his Blackberry. He walked towards the exit of the airport; duffle bag strapped on his left shoulder, and stopped at the gate to wait for his driver. "Gemma, I'll be there in a few minu—"Someone bumped heavily to him, causing him to drop his phone which was dissembled into pieces.

"Hey!" Connor turned around and shouted to the man's running back, which was oddly familiar to him. He dismissed the idea when he accidentally stepped on the phone's battery. "Saying sorry wouldn't hurt... And I thought only people in New York were rude," he grumbled as he knelt down, picking the pieces of his device.

A tall man bent down and helped him pick up the parts. "Sorry… my friend wasn't feeling really well…" The stranger said, and mimicked vomiting. "I think it's from flying."

"First flight?" Connor asked out of politeness.

"No actually… it was his first time to feel sick after a trip," the tall guy said in confusion and gave Connor back the remaining cellphone parts.

Connor nodded in understanding, and subtly checked out the guy. 'He is totally my type,' his mind supplied.

"Aiden!"

"Oh… crap! That's the missus. Need to go, man. I'm sorry about that again," Aiden said apologetically. "Call me, if it's broken. We'll pay for the damages," he said as he pulled out his calling card from his wallet.

"No big deal. It's still working," Connor waved the phone as it lit up. "See?" He justified stopping the man from giving him his card.

"Cool… I've got to go!" The stranger then rushed towards the other side of the airport

"Connor!" Connor heard the familiar squeaky voice of her sister, and walked towards the direction of her voice. He instinctively knelt down as he saw his niece and nephew rushing towards him.

"Uncle Connor!" The twins exclaimed as they hugged their favorite uncle.

"My rugrats," he shouted and hugged them tightly. He then stood up and gave his sister a heart warming hug. "Sorry about that. I dropped my phone," he assured his sister, knowing full well about his sister's worrisome and protective traits; a personality she inherited from their mother.

"Let's go. Mom's been waiting for you," Gemma smiled, and ushered Connor to her mini-van.

"Oliver?" Michaela found herself again knocking on the bathroom door.. "Oliver? Open the door. Are you alright?" she asked, worried about his step-brother's health.

The door opened and Oliver emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his pajamas. The hand towel, which he had used to wipe the remnants on his mouth, was draped over his shoulders.

"You look like shit." Michaela expressed as he glanced his step-bother up and down.

Oliver being the older and more sensible among the two just smiled at her. "I'm sorry, just got dizzy," he said as he s

"Sorry," Michaela apologized. "Mouth over thoughts, remember?" She justified about her insensitive personality.

"It's okay. Where's mom?"

"Kitchen," she answered her immediately and guided his step-brother downstairs.

"Good morning, honey," Kathy, Oliver's mom, greeted him. "Here's your coffee." She handed him a coffee cup on which a colorful 'best brother in the world' was printed.

Oliver looked at the cup disgustingly, and held the cup to his nose and sniffed it. He blenched from the odor and hurriedly ran to the sink to vomit the bits and bobs in his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Kathy approached him and soothingly patted his back. "Come on, go up to your room and rest. I'll make you a tea to make you feel better," she helped Oliver to his room and lay him down under his blankets. "Sleep," she ordered and only left the room after she heard Oliver make a faint snore.

Oliver woke up in the silence of the house. He went downstairs to look for his parents, but all he saw was a note 'Emergency at the precinct; tea in the microwave; drink it.' He snickered at his mother's phrasing, she was obviously in a hurry to go to work.

Oliver finished drinking the tea, but it just made him more hungry and crave for something else. He rummaged the kitchen's pantry and refrigerator, but he couldn't find the items he was looking for. He then took a pen above the freezer and wrote 'Went to mall – Oliver' under the note his mother had written.

Oliver looked outside through the kitchen windows. 'The weather was breezy.' he assumed and went to his room to change his clothes. He saw his reflection in the full length mirror which was placed in the corner of his room, and carefully examined the bulge in his belly.

"I need to cut off ," Oliver thought aloud. "…. after Thanksgiving" He added as an afterthought, unwilling to not satisfy his cravings.

Oliver grabbed the keys to his old Prius, thankful that his stepfather kept it working, and proceeded downstairs. He double checked the locks and walked towards his car.

The mall was packed with last-minute shoppers, but fortunately the items that Oliver was looking for was still abundantly stocked. "Mochi, mochi, mochi," he sung happily as he filled the basket with different flavors of this Japanese delicacy.

Once he checked out the items, he immediately took one pack of Matcha- flavored Mochi. He balanced the paper bag with one arm and used the other to feed himself, and continued walking towards the parking lot.

"Oomph..." Oliver jolted when he walked onto someone. "Matcha!" He cried when the mochis fell to the ground.

"Is there not a time you are not crying?" Connor snickered behind Oliver, making the latter gasped in surprise.

"Connor?" Oliver still asked the obvious.

"Hi Oliver," Connor greeted him sheepishly. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh! I needed to buy something." Oliver gestured to the paper bag he was holding.

"I mean in Michigan," Connor amended.

"Ohh…" Oliver was embarrassed for his previous answer. "Uhmm…Thanksgiving with my family. How about you?"

Connor laughed. "Michigan is my hometown. Funny how we never mentioned where we grew up."

"Well, I really didn't grow up here. My mom and step-dad were just recently transferred here," Oliver explained further.

A very uncomfortable silence lingered until a breeze passed between them and they both shivered from the cold. Oliver made a forced laugh, he knows he is not the only one who is uncomfortable with the situation. 'How awkward it is to greet your one night stand, three months after that night?' he thought to himself.

"Do you want to… to go somewhere else?" Connor cringed at what he hadn't meant to imply. "I'm kind of hungry," he pointed back to the mall.

"Yeah, sure, but aren't you… uhmm.?" Oliver trailed not sure how he would proceed with the question. "Are you not with someone else?" Oliver asked politely.

"Uh… no… I was just waiting for my sister, Gemma. I think I mentioned her to you before," Connor reminded him as they walked back to the mall, and laughed at the man beside him, "Are you that hungry?" He asked when he saw Oliver mid-bite.

"I'm sorry," Oliver swiped the confectionary powder on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "I was just really really craving for these Mochis."

They entered the almost empty burger joint where only a few customers were staying; mostly, fathers or husband who were waiting for their wives to finish shopping.

Connor strode towards the counter and ordered a double deluxe cheeseburger. He waved a hand for Oliver to order, but Oliver shook his head.

"No thank you," Oliver glanced at the contents of the bag he was still holding and smiled to Connor. "OH, on second thought, Milk shake would be good."

"It's good." Connor firmly said when he saw Oliver getting money from his wallet. He then paid for the order, and walked to an empty table. "How've you been?" He asked to diffuse the awkward silence.

"Better, I think," Oliver answered vaguely. "Wait a second," He momentarily excused himself and took bottle of mustard and ketchup from the condiments table to place it on their own. "Except for the dazed feelings that I have for weeks now," he added after he sat down. He then mixed the ketchup and mustard in a clean napkin, and dipped the Black Sesame-flavored mochi.

"Are you alright?" Connor asked and watched how Oliver took pleasure in eating the dipped Japanese delicacy.

"I think so…" Oliver said and swallowed the whole mochi, and groaned at its taste. He noticed Connor staring at him and felt embarrassed for his actions. "Oh… I'm so rude. You want some?" he pushed the pack towards him and gestured for Connor to eat.

"No thank you…" Connor squinted his eyes, and was fascinated at how Oliver can like such odd combination. "You… have a Peculiar taste."

"You can say that it's strange, Con." Oliver chuckled at Connor's assessment. "I just developed these strange cravings for Mochi. I never really liked them before, but now I can't stop eating them." He laughed again. "Let's stop talking about my food choices. How about you? Are you- you know?" Oliver wanted to ask about Connor's supposed blissful relationship, but doesn't know how to address it properly. He unconsciously glanced at his right hand where he once wore the engagement ring that Connor put on him.

Connor was about to asked him what he was referring to when the waiter walked to their table and placed their orders on the table. "Thank you." He smiled and took his burger from the plastic plate, and flatten it using his palms. He unwrapped the sheet and finally took a bite from the mouth-watering unhealthy meal.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one with the strange eating habits." Oliver commented through gritted teeth, a hand on his mouth, as he tried to push the bile down his throat.

"Are you okay?" Connor asked anxiously as he saw Oliver's teary eyes. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Yes please. " Connor helped Oliver stand up from his position, guiding him from behind, both hands on either of Oliver's elbows, as they exit the restaurant, leaving their orders on the table.

He let Oliver sit on the bench outside the mall and waited for a few minutes until Oliver was able to stand up and compose himself. They, with Connor still assisting Oliver from behind, went to the parking lot where both of their cars were parked.

"Are you sure you're okay? I can give you a ride to the hospital if you want to?" Connor can't help but ask about the pale man's health.

"I'm okay now. Sorry about that. That kind of smell doesn't really go with my stomach." Oliver gave an exhausted smile as he untangled himself from Connor. "Gemma is waiting for you," he hurriedly said; embarrassed about the spectacle he had caused earlier.

Connor watched Oliver walk away from him. At the corner of his eye, he saw a car rushing toward Oliver. He quickly ran to Oliver when the latter Oliver didn't notice the red vehicle coming right at him. Connor gripped Oliver's elbows and pulled him away from the edge of the lane, and fiercely hugged him; gripping him like he was his life line.

And because this is Michigan, and they were obviously gay, they were greeted with gay insults rather than apologies from the speeding car.

Connor didn't bother to shout back at the homophobes because he was much more concerned with the rigid pale man in his arms. "Oliver… Oliver…" he said after parting their bodies and lightly shook Oliver's shoulders to get his attention. "Ollie, look at me," he ordered and leveled his eyes with Oliver by gripping the man's head with his hands.

Connor was relieved when Oliver moved his eyes and stared at him, but his relief was short lived when his friend's eyes rolled upwardly and the body went limp in his arms.

"Shit!" He cursed, slapping Oliver's cheeks lightly when the man fainted. "Ollie, wake up." When the man didn't respond, he carried him bridal style, and quickly jogged towards his car. He lay Oliver in the back seat of his Audi, sprinted to the driver's seat, and rushed to the Michigan National Hospital; breaking almost all traffic rules along the way.

Oliver squinted his eyes to the blinding lights that peeked through him. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Someone had asked him and felt his bed dip.

"Where am I?" Oliver asked and managed to look at the brown eyes that were staring back at him. 'Connor' his mind supplied and remembered their awkward reunion earlier. "What happened? Why am in the hospital and why are you here?" he questioned Connor, his last memory being when they were still in the burger joint..

Connor helped a struggling Oliver to sit up in the bed. "I drove you to the hospital after you passed out." He placed a pillow behind Oliver's back to let him be more comfortable. "You were almost hit by a car and I…" he trailed off, not sure why he didn't want to boast his heroic act to Oliver, when he was always bragging his accomplishment to other people.

"You saved me… again," Oliver answered for him. "Thank you." He blushed and peeked a glance at Connor.

Connor didn't answer him, he just stared at the walls behind Oliver and rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish.

"My mom!" Oliver remembered his family, and was worried about stressing them over a near death accident. He was about to scramble from his bed to look for his phone, but stopped when he remembered that he forgot his phone at home. It meant no one had contacted his family because Connor, other than his name, knew nothing about him. The hospital could not reach his family when they couldn't look for his emergency contact which was registered in his phone book. He started to relax and just listened to Connor's explanation.

"-no phone on you so I was waiting for you to wake up to call them" Oliver nodded and let Connor continue. "Do you want to call them now?" Connor asked and was about to help Oliver by giving him his own phone.

"No, it's okay. I'm fine now," Oliver refused, not wanting his family to know about the incident.

Connor wanted to argue with him, but decided not to. He nodded instead "Oh yeah! The nurse told me you should stay in here to wait for the specialist." He remembered the nurse's instructions.

"Specialist?" Oliver was nervous why they needed a specialized doctor when he only fainted.

"Yes. They took blood from you earlier and said that you should stay here," Connor saw the nervous look on Oliver's face. "Oliver, are you sure you're okay? Are you in any pain?" he asked, letting himself care a bit more than he intended to.

"Do I have a brain tumor? Was it cancerous? Was that why I always feel dizzy? Am I dying?" Oliver asked frantically.

A voice which was familiar to Oliver interrupted his panic. "No Oliver, you're not dying," Laurel, his friend from college, said as a way of greeting.

"Laurel? What are you doing here?" Oliver asked the Latina as he watched her look at the clipboard hanging at the end of his hospital bed.

"I'm your doctor," Laurel answered and moved closer to Oliver. She extended her hand to the other man sitting on Oliver's bed. "Laurel Castillo." she introduced herself and gave Connor a tight smile when they shook hands.

Oliver was confused, he knew Laurel was a doctor, but she was an obstetrician. They specialized in pregnancy and not brain damage, or whatever illness he had.

"Oliver, I need to speak with you in private, will that be okay?" she asked earnestly, giving Oliver a look that says that the man beside him should go.

Oliver knew exactly what Laurel is trying to tell him, so he twisted his body and smiled at his savior. "Connor, thank you again for being my knight," he blushed and briefly remembered the first time Connor ever saved him. "I'm alright now. She is my friend. You can go home now and sorry for disturbing your day."

Connor gave Oliver a tight smile and stood up, willing to give them the privacy that they needed. "Take care," he said finally and proceeded to walk out from the hospital ward. He was halfway to the elevator when he remembered that he put his phone on the bed stand after texting Gemma about his friend's situation. He went back to the ward and was about to pull the curtains that separate Oliver's bed from the other beds, but Laurel's words halted him from doing so.

"…You're pregnant. 91 days now." Connor can see Laurel's silhouette moving closer to Oliver. He immediately backtracked the night they had first met, but his mind was just too occupied to calculate the number of days from their first meeting up to this day. 'It hasn't been 3 months since we met, right?' he question himself.

Connor staggered in his footing as he tried to deny himself that Oliver wasn't one of the male carriers; that the nausea, weird tastes and headaches that he saw Oliver experienced earlier was due to some new unexplainable disease that are similar to the symptoms of pregnancy. He denied it and started to panic.

"The guy earlier…." Connor heard Oliver's doctor friend asked about him. He can see the silhouette of the doctor hugging a shivering Oliver. "Is he the father?" He heard the question he had been dreading to ask himself.

"He is," Connor caught Oliver's answer loud and clear.

'Is he the father?' 'He is'

'Is he the father?' 'He is'

'Is he the father?' 'He is'

These words occupied Connor's mind as he unconsciously drove himself home. Still bewildered about his new discovery, he let himself inside the house. He went straight to his room in the left wing, ignoring the worried look that his sister had shot him. He groaned and plopped himself on the covers of his king size bed, and silently stared at the ceiling.

"Hey."

Connor heard Gemma's voice but didn't make any move to acknowledge her. He felt Gemma's body as he sat on his bed but remained silent. His reactions remained stoic to his surroundings.

"Is your friend alright? He isn't heavily injured, is he?" Gemma asked Connor and made herself comfortable; head resting on the headboard as he looked at Connor's frozen state. "Is Oscar… Oliver uhmm… dead?" she asked tentatively, also dreaded for the answer herself.

"He's not dead." Gemma let a sigh of relief, grateful that no one was dead. "But he isn't alright." Connor added.

"What happened?" Gemma asked with full concern.

"I'm not alright. Gem, everything…. Everything is…" Connor sat up and faced Gemma, kneeling beside her. "Oliver is pregnant," he said to Gemma and was met with a confused stare.

"Wasn't he a guy?" Gemma asked Connor confusingly, but then remembered the news about rare male carriers decades ago.

The research was still ongoing, but many scientist theorize that male carriers came from unevolved fraternity twins. The twin sister didn't develop properly while inside the mother's womb; thus, merging the functions of their organs with their twin brother.

"Congrats for him-" Gemma didn't finished her sentence when she realized why Connor was sulking over Oliver's pregnancy. "Are you?" She trailed off.

Connor nodded at Gemma's vague question and dropped himself on the bed again.

Gemma knew she should comfort his brother but she felt a tinge of envy when she could not even bear a child of her own. She is very happy with her adopted twins, but still having a child of your own; to experience the 9 months of child-bearing and the pain of child birth, she wanted that. She slightly shook her head to wield away her selfish thoughts and lay down beside her brother. This is not about her, it's about Connor.

"What are you two going to do about it?" Gemma asked as she mimicked Connor's position and stared at the ceiling.

"I don't know. We haven't talked about it. He doesn't even know that I know about the pregnancy," Connor groaned, stood up from the bed and faced his sister. "Things are smooth now with me and Julian, Gemma. We are trying to work our relationship even if we live hundred miles away." He paced around the room. "I don't want to fuck up things with Jules again, Gemma. What am I going to do?" he desperately asked.

"Tell him the truth," His older sister offered but she only received death glares from the curly-haired man. "Maybe," s he added quietly.

"Tell him? Tell him what exactly? That I fucked someone during our anniversary trip in Vegas? That I was drunk, and thought I was fucking him? That Oliver was a carrier and pregnant with my child?" Connor shouted every single question to his blameless sister. "Hey Julian! I love you, but I am a dad now. It's not yours though, hope we can still work out." His voice increased as he utter every word. "How am I going tell him that I am a father?"

Connor turned around abruptly when he heard a smash outside his room. He saw his mother looking at him with wide eyes; broken vase at her foot and mouth wide open.

"Oh god! Mom… I can explain—" Connor started but was cut off when he saw her awe stricken, when he expected anger or pity or sympathy from her. Her mother walked towards him and gave him a fierce hug. He dwelt in her mother's embrace; clearly needing all the support he could get.

"Mom?" Connor looked at Gemma for an answer but she just shrugged.

His mom, a short beautiful woman, dressed simply in her designer clothes, patted him on the cheek and took his hand and led him out of his bedroom.

"Mom, where are we going?" Connor was confused why his mom, with Gemma in their tails, would lead him towards the garage.

"To meet Oliver," Connor's mom answered like it was obvious.

"This is going to be huge!" Gemma exclaimed excitedly as she sat in the back seat of their family car.

Connor groaned. His mom was the driving force in their family; no dared to refuse her, so he relented and let them drive him back to the hospital.

"Oliver, honey. It's okay, it's okay." Kathy rubbed her son's head against her chest, and let her son cry as she and her husband said encouraging words to him even if they didn't know his condition yet.

Kathy was thankful to Laurel for informing them of Oliver's whereabouts. She stared at the doctor to give her any plausible answer why her son was bawling his eyes out, but the latter only shook her head and pointed at Oliver. He was starting to panic at this point, imagining all manner of sickness or disease that his son might have been exposed to. Seeing Oliver have his breakdown in the hospital ward didn't ease her mind at all.

After a few more minutes, Oliver's cry had already subsided and his parents now had the chance to ask him what was wrong.

Oliver stared at the five pairs of eyes waiting for him to answer. He gulped loudly and pulled the hem of his shirt up to show the growing bulge of his belly.

Oliver looked at all of them again and noticed how her step-sister didn't bat an eye. "How did you know?" He asked her sister who was leaning against Aiden's embrace. Their hands intertwined over Michaela's big belly.

"Motherly instinct," Michaela said vaguely. "You have this certain glow around you that only other pregnant mothers, or in your case father, can be distinguished," She walked away from her husband and proceeded to give Oliver the tightest hug that she and her belly wall was willing to give. "I presumed Laurel gave you all the details about male pregnancy?" She saw Oliver and Laurel nodding and mumbled an affirming sound.

Oliver wiped the tears from his cheeks and mouthed a thank you to Michaela. Then the air had completely changed when his mother spoke.

"You're pregnant?" Kathy asked harshly. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill that Paxton!" his mother repeated his empty threats.

"Honey, relax. You're scaring Oliver." His step-father carefully stepped in to calm his wife.

Kathy regretted her outburst earlier when she looked at her frightened son. He held Oliver again and whispered apologies to him. "I'm sorry, baby. I was just surprised."

"It's not Paxton, mom," Oliver confessed and from the confused looks from his family he whispered. "Paxton is not the baby daddy."

Michaela was about to ask his brother who knocked him up when the curtain behind him was abruptly pulled down and three figures emerge from behind it.

The lady fiercely walked up towards Oliver who was still in cuddled in her mother's embrace.. "Oliver Hampton?" She smiled.

Oliver peeked behind her and saw Connor cowering behind a taller woman with similar features as him. Connor didn't look back at him though, so he just redirected his gaze back towads the woman in front of her.

"Uhm… who are you?" Oliver asked instead of answering her.

"CorneliaWalsh," she smiled widely at him, but it sent shivers to Oliver. "Your mother-in-law."

A series of gasps, threats and curses were thrown, but Cornelia disregarded it and stretched her arms widely.

"Welcome to the Walshs, Oliver." She then proceeded to give Oliver a warm and lengthy hug; making the two boys involved in the affair, left with mouth and eyes wide open. They were surprised about the drastic turn of events.

Need help! Who do you want to be Oliver's love interest in this story? I am torn between Thomas and Simon. Please comment or PM me who would you prefer. Thank you. Title Reference:

-Knocked Up – From the Seth Rogen and Katherine Heigl 2007 Movie

Story Outline:

-Oliver's signs of pregnancy

-Connor accidentally bumped Oliver

-Finding out about the pregnancy

Scenes Included:

-Dipping biscotti to coffee

-Laurrl as Oliver's doctor

Chapter Reference:

-91 days because 19 is my favorite number, unfortunately you cannot experience pregnancy symptoms or the bulge in 19 days so I had it reversed.

-burger flattening is a habit of mine

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