Once again sorry for any OOCness. I try every time.

DISCALIMER!: I do not own Magi.

Chapter 2

Ja'far woke up, his eyes snapping open, he had slept properly that night and from what he could tell he had also slept longer. He looked over and glimpsed the chiselled chest of Sinbad. Ja'far blushed, but soon found himself jumping out the bed and dashing to the toilet that was linked to the room. Ja'far retched down the bowel unaware that he had awoken Sinbad when he had leaped out of the bed. Sinbad blinked his eyes getting rid of the early morning blurriness. He put his hand on the side where Ja'far should of been, it was still warm but Ja'far himself was missing and that was when he heard the retching from his bathroom. Stiffly Sinbad arose, stretching to loosen his stiff shoulders. Padding he made his way to the bathroom where Ja'far was sitting with his head more or less down the toilet bowl.

Sinbad crouched down by Ja'far his big tanned hand rubbing soothing circles on the smaller and pale man. It continued like this for a while even after Ja'far had finished throwing up and laid his forehead on the seat of the toilet. Sinbad looked down at his advisor, a worried frown coming to his face.

"Ja'far." Sinbad stopped when Ja'far looked up through blurry eyes. Sinbad sighed and picking up Ja'far bridal style he laid him back in the bed and tucked him in. Ja'far looked at him questioningly.

"I have a meeting, and since you'll probably have to have less of a work load I may as well get started now." Sinbad smiled reassuringly at Ja'far and was about to say something else when a pale hand slithered its way from under bed sheets to rest on Sinbad's forehead.

"...You don't have a temperature, but maybe you should get checked out?" genuine worry was plastered on Ja'far's face. Sinbad looked at him and blinked his eyes wide and his expression confused.

"Huh?" Sinbad answered wondering if Ja'far was closer to sleep then he thought. Ja'far looked him dead in the eye and with a blank face said:
"Sinbad you never do your work I always have to chase after you to get it done." Sinbad would lie that he did feel a bit hurt that Ja'far never did his work, it was just that he procrastinated... a lot. Well mostly all the time. But still he would of thought Ja'far would at least of known that, or guessed that he at least got the minimum amount of work done after all he was a king, albeit an irresponsible one at times still a king with kingly duties.

Ja'far smiled at him and with the free arm he grabbed Sinbad's ponytail and tugged him down so their lips met. The kiss started tender but with Ja'far moving his lips with Sinbad's they soon found their breath mingling and tongues sliding against each other. Ja'far pulled his lips from Sinbad's, his hold on Sinbad's ponytail still there refusing to give Sinbad any leeway to move closer and continue the kiss. Ja'far smiled up innocently.

"You should be going now, my King." Ja'far said teasingly, earning a groan from Sinbad who as the seconds flew by found it harder to pull himself away from Ja'far. Sinbad tugged his head forward, Ja'far's grip lessening on his hold of his hair. When Ja'far's grip was nothing more then a lose hold Sinbad placed his face into the crook of Ja'far's neck and breathed in deeply sighing at the thought of going.

"I dunn wanna go now can't I stay 5 more minutes?" Sinbad mumbled into Ja'far's neck. Ja'far laughed a tinkling sound that reverberated around the room. Ja'far's fingers tangled in Sinbad's hair and Sinbad heard him humming under his breath. Sinbad sighed knowing that although Ja'far was happy now he might have a sudden mood change, and he really didn't feel like having Balalark Sei's blades at his throat. Sinbad placed a small kiss on Ja'far's forehead as the smaller male yawned, He went to move but before he got very far Ja'far bought his lips to Sinbad's in a brief but loving kiss.

"I'll see you later then Sin." Ja'far mumbled already going back to sleep. Sinbad stood stock still chanting a mantra of 'he's tired and pregnant – don't jump him' to himself as he made his way to the door his mantra being muttered under his breath as he went. Sinbad took a final look back before he shut the door quietly.

Sinbad stood outside of his door and sighed he looked at his hand and clenched it. He was going to be a father. He couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. One of the maids approached him but Sinbad put a hand up to stop her from going into his room.

"It's alright, just go onto the next room please." He smiled warmly, but the warning was still there. The maid blushed and mumbled something before bowing and leaving. Sinbad sighed and pushed himself from his door and walked away, running a hand through his hair.

Ja'far woke up later. Much later. In fact he was late. Ja'far cursed and stood up finding that he felt stronger and full of energy compared to how he had been feeling the past weeks – for good reason of course. Ja'far looked down at his still more or less flat stomach; he no longer had his toned stomach and there was a slight bump. Ja'far ran his hand over it thinking of the small life it was holding in it. A small smile graced his lips as he was lost in his own little world. He wondered how long he would fit in his cloths, what would he do when he became too big for them? What would Sinbad think? Would Sinbad still love him? Ja'far's brows furrowed as he thought this. He shook his head trying to rid himself of the negative thoughts. Ja'far let out a long sigh, then remembering that he was late for his job blanked then in a mad whirl wind threw on his cloths haphazardly and straitened them as he walked to his office.

Ja'far walked in with what he hoped to be a calm and neutral expression. As soon as he opened the door to his office he was met with silence as the workers all turned their heads and looked at Ja'far. Ja'far blushed but hid it behind his sleeves as he walked swiftly to his desk and sat down abruptly and put his head down and powered through what seemed to be a more depleted pile of work. Soon the everyday hustle and bustle of the office resumed, Ja'far's shoulder's relaxed and he continued to go over parchment after parchment of work.

Ja'far set down his pen and rubbed his eyes a yawn coming from him as he looked down at his last parchment to go over, it only needed a signature from Sinbad now. Ja'far rose from his chair wincing as his back cracked from sitting in the same position for most of the day. Ja'far yawned again tears beading at his eyes as he yawned again. Ja'far walked slowly towards the door and opened it to be met with dark hallways. Ja'far sighed and walked with his hands folded in front of his stomach.

As Ja'far walked he saw a light and sounds coming from Sinbad's study. He paused, surely Sinbad would be in bed by now Ja'far thought suspiciously, a pang of jealousy clenching his heart. Ja'far bit his lip, he knew Sinbad wasn't known as Lady killer of the seven seas for nothing. Gulping Ja'far knocked on the door and pushed it open after getting the okay from Sinbad.

"Sin I have a document I need you to sign. Maybe you should go to bed after this? You need to watch how much you sleep." Ja'far held out the document to Sinbad and explained it as Sinbad skimmed over it. He huffed and signed the paper. Ja'far looked at Sinbad noticing the droopiness of his eyes. A cough from the chair a few feet from Sinbad's desk brought Ja'far's attention to Yamraiha. Yamraiha smiled warmly her eyes crinkling in mirth.

"Never thought I'd see the sight of Ja'far the workaholic telling mr slacker over there to go to bed normally its the other way 'round." A small giggle left Yamraiha as she watched a blushing Ja'far try and hide behind his sleeves and a tired Sinbad managed to pull a smirk. Yamraiha clapped her hands.

"All right, I didn't pester King Sinbad all day for nothing, Ja'far starting tomorrow I am going to give you some tablets that will help with your pregnancy, you'll need to take one every day, also your work load will need to drastically decrease and I mean it stress isn't good for the baby-" Yamraiha listed the things off on her fingers as she said them her blue gaze thoughtful. "- We also need to tell everyone at some point because it will get obvious as the months go on." Ja'far obviously paled at the aspect of telling people and the fact that he would get big enough to be obvious. Then what would the kingdom, the eight generals and Sinbad think of him. Would they see him as a freak of nature – he knows its not something you see every day, a pregnant male. Ja'far swallowed and jumped when he felt a larger hand grab his smaller one and squeeze it reassuringly. Ja'far took a deep breath to calm himself.

"When... When will it get too obvious?" His voice wavered a little. Yamraiha looked thoughtful as if searching through her memory.

"I believe – depending on how many you are carrying – that it will take 13 weeks so I'd say you'd either be obvious near the end of your first trimester or near the beginning of your third." Yamraiha shrugged she was a magician not a doctor so her knowledge was limited and of course this was the first Male pregnancy let alone pregnancy she'd dealt with. Ja'far contemplated it and nodded, a small glance out of the corner of his eye caught Sinbad looking at him lovingly. Ja'far blushed and tried to hide behind his sleeves once again. Sinbad laughed, a booming laugh that echoed and warmed the study room. Sinbad put an arm around Ja'far's waist and pulled him closer so Ja'far was flush against his side. Ja'far's eyes started to droop, Sinbad's warmth and the quieting hustle and bustle from the kingdom was fading and becoming more of a dull and tuneless hum.

"You might want to go to bed the both of you." Yamraiha smiled seeing Ja'far starting to fall asleep in Sinbad's arms and Sinbad himself looking dazed. Sinbad 'hmm'd and picked up Ja'far holding him to his chest.

"G'night Yamraiha." Sinbad nodded his head as his arms were full of a sleepy advisor. An arm from said sleepy advisor peaked out and waved sloppily as Sinbad walked out his study and towards his room where as soon as his head hit the pillow he spared a glance at the peaceful face of Ja'far before falling asleep himself.