Nine Months of Maybe ~ Mpreg (Boyxboy)

One: Shortlived Sadness and Scrumptious Salads

I was reading a boyxboy (heh, obvi.) mpreg story, and I was like "This doesn't make any sense." 

And then I was like "Well, bish, not like I could do any better."

Then I was like "Challenge accepted, self."

So now I'm seeing if I can do any better. Probably not, but I'm going for it because yolo.

So this is boyxboy, but don't get excited, it won't be all smutty and stuff... okay, maybe if I'm feeling saucy, I'll put a little bit in here, but mostly cutesie stuff. So if you don't like boyxboy for some odd reason (idk why you wouldn't, it's excellent!), then don't read this.

This will also be mpreg, which, if you don't know, is when a guy gets pregnant. My mom said it can't happen, but whatever, mom, you don't know everything. So there's that little warning as well.

If I see one person comment on this story whining about "I don't like boyxboy blah blah I'm a lil bitch blah blah." or "Mpreg cant happen!11!!1! dis story dum lulz." Imma expose and/or beat ya dumb ass because y'all just read the warnings, and that type'a foolishness is not my bag, baby.

Okay, you can read now, lovelies.

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I vomit once again, wondering why I'm feeling so crappy lately. For the past several weeks, I've been feeling completely nauseous, even barfing a few times a week. I thought it had stopped, but I guess it isn't finished quite yet. At first I thought it was the flu, but other than the puking and getting tired earlier, I've been feeling just fine.

I stand up and rinse out my mouth, then brush my teeth before getting ready for school. I make sure to grab my basketball uniform because tonight is one of our weekly Friday night games, this time it's an away game against a team that isn't a big threat, but still we all have to keep our focus, because slipping up even once could be the difference between winning and losing this game.

When I arrive at school, I'm greeted by my boyfriend Javier and one of our friends, Kiara. Javier comes over to me and gives me a peck on the lips and takes my bag for me, like he always does. I don't ask him to or expect him to carry my stuff for me, but he's a gentleman. I once asked him why he does it and he simply said 'If I can't do something as simple as carrying your backpack, then what good am I as a boyfriend?' So, I guess if that's what he wants, I won't complain about not having to carry an extra ten pounds.

"Hey, Keil," Kiara comments, giving me a side hug as the three of us walk into the building.

"Hey, Kee," I reply. In the hallway, Javier and I separate from Kiara because her locker is in a different hallway than my boyfriend and my lockers. First we stop at my locker so I can put my bag in there and get the books I need for my first three classes so that I only have to come back after lunchtime and not after every class. After I have a couple textbooks and a thick notebook along with my pencil bag, we go on to Javier's locker so he can do the same.

"Baby, are you coming to the game tonight?" I ask him as we walk to our first period class, one of the few classes we have together. He smiles at me and rolls his eyes.

"Of course I am. When have I ever missed one of your games?" That's true. Ever since we started dating a year and a half ago, he's never missed a single one of my basketball or baseball games. He's truly the most supportive, loving, perfect boyfriend I could ever imagine. We enter our statistics class and sit in our normal seats on the left side of the room near the windows.

We talk about random stuff like his family's barbecue this weekend that I was invited to, and how he wants a cool new jacket that he saw at Nordstrom a few weeks back. The teacher, Mr. Ellis comes in a few minutes later and continues his lesson on binomial distribution. Halfway through the class, I start feeling really hungry. Must be just because I forgot to have breakfast.