Notes:
[f/n]= first name
[p/h]=PesterChum handle
And when speaking, Karkat’s dialog will not be in his quirk form
Ok, how is this even possible?
We are different species for fucks sake!
I stare down at the trembling white stick with the blue plus sign, a sign that has officially changed everything. Somehow, I am pregnant with Karkat's child.
I sit on the toilet, eyes glued to the stick, mind blank, heart pounding. How the hell was Karkat going to take this? Trolls did not raise their young like humans did! They were not the ones who raised their children, the lusus did. Fuck, they didn't even give birth to their young! How am I supposed to force such a responsibility onto Karkat?
I feel sick, really really sick. This was a huge responsibility, one Karkat probably never expected. I sure as hell did not expect it! Would he leave me because of this, the pressure being too much for him?
Tears sting at my eyes, and I swallow heavily the sob that is clinging to my throat. Stupid me, thinking condoms weren’t needed. Stupid stupid stupid.
I sit on the toilet for I don’t even know how long, until eventually it registers that I can’t just stay on the toilet for the rest of my life. I toss the damn stick into the wastebin, sit up, and check the mirror. Damn, I look as sick as I feel. I turn on the cold water and splash it onto my face, the shock of the cold bringing me back to reality. I grab the towel off its rack and dry my face, letting my face stay buried in the fluffy cloth as I mentally prepare myself.
Taking a deep breath, I leave the bathroom into my bedroom. I plop myself down onto my computer chair and log on into PesterChum.
--[p/h] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 00:00--
[p/h]: Hey Karkat. You there?
CG: BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING ELSE WORTHY OF MY TIME, HERE I AM ON PESTERCHUM MESSAGING DUMB FUCKS. THANK GOG YOU ARE HERE, EVERYONE ELSE WAS STARTING TO MAKE MY THINK PAN DETERIORATE
[p/h]: Hehe, I know you love those dumb fucks, you can’t fool me. Anyways, can you come over today? I have something VERY important to tell you, and it can’t be discussed over PesterChum.
CG: YOUR HUMAN EMOTION CALLED LOVE DOES NOT APPLY TO TROLLS YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID. WHY FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN’T WE DISCUSS WHATEVER IT IS THAT NEEDS DISCUSSING OVER PESTERCHUM?
CG: IS IT TOP SECRET INFORMATION THAT IF LEAKED THE WORLD WOULD UNDERGO YET ANOTHER APOCALYPSE? BECAUSE THAT IS JUST WHAT WE NEED
[p/h]: Please Karkat.
[p/h]: I need you here to tell you this. Trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to come over otherwise. I can’t stress how important this is.
[CG]: …
[CG]: OK, I AM COMING OVER
--carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering [p/h] at 05:31--
I stare at the computer screen, nervous energy filling me to the brim. I clench my hands together and nervously wring them as I formulate on how I was going to break the news to Karkat. When I eventually hear the doorbell, all plans flew out the window and I knew I was just going to wing it.
“Hey Karkat,” I say in the most calm voice I can muster as I open the door for him. For some reason, he looked really guarded and tense, but my mind was too focused on the matter of what is about to happen to think too long on what could be wrong. “Come in.”
Silently Karkat entered, choosing to stand stiffly near the couch. “Um, Karkat, you can go ahead and sit on the couch if you want.” All the better, this is the kind of news people should sit down for.
Rigidly Karkat sat down, and finally spoke to me. “This is it, isn’t it?”
Confused, I stare at him as my stomach nervously clenched. “What, what are you talking about?”
Karkat cast his blood red eyes to the ground, gloom enveloping him. “The ‘we need to talk’. You are breaking up with me, aren’t you? I knew I was too much of a thoughtless piece of shit to be a good enough mate- I mean boyfriend for you.”
I gasp at him, shock overtaking everything else. “What? No! Karkat I never wanted to break up with you! In fact,” I begin, tears starting to choke me up, “I never want to break up with you, the thought of not being with you kills me.” The tears are building up more heavily, but I desperately will them not to fall. “That is why I am so scared right now, you might leave me after this.” Damn it, the tears fell anyways, and I find myself softly sobbing.
I feel the warm soft cloth of Karkat’s sweater as he wraps his arms around me. “I can’t even imagine breaking up with you, [f/n]. Trust me, you would be the one breaking up with me if anything. What’s wrong, why do you think I would ever leave you?” he asks, worry and relief mixed into his voice.
I take a loud, shuddering breath as I get ready to say the dreaded words. “Karkat, I am pregnant.”
Karkat pulls his face from my shoulder to look me in the eyes, confusion evident in his own. “Pregnant…?” He asks, not quite catching what I was saying. Slowly, I saw realization settle in. “You mean, when a human carries a grub in their stomach?”
Not trusting myself to speak, I nod, burying my face in his shoulder. Karkat falls backwards onto the couch, taking me with him. I am now sitting on his lap, his arms still wrapped around me. “How? We aren’t even the same species!” he cries.
A watery giggle escapes my lips. “My thoughts exactly.” We sit there in silence, both of us trying to gather our thoughts together. Finally, I venture out in a whisper, “What now?”
Karkat pushes my shoulders so that once again he is looking into my eyes. “What now? For one,” he says with conviction in his eyes, “I am not leaving you. And I am moving in with you, starting today. Alternia is not exactly the safest place for a fragile infant human.”
Relief and doubt floods through me as I bury myself again into his shoulder, the heavy sobs breaking out of me. “But Karkat,” I breathily gasp through my tears, “you don’t understand! You will have to be like a lusus, constantly having to look after this baby. So much will change!”
He holds me tighter, resting his chin on top of my head. “Do I have to remind you, [f/n], that I have had to look after a bunch of death prone trolls and humans alike with thought processes dumber than that of a piece of shit? Fuck, I’d say it is a lot easier to take care of a defenseless grub- or baby- than those shitheads. Besides,” he begins softly, “I don’t ever want to leave you. So we have to add a grub to our life, so what? As long as I can stay with you, I am willing to raise the fuck out of this child.”
Gog, I love this nubby horned grumpy ass troll so much. I hold onto him tightly, sandwiching the new found life resting in my stomach between me and the man I love more than anyone in the entire universe. “I am so, so flushed for you Karkat.”
“I love you too, [f/n].”
To Be Continued
