Notes:
[f/n]= first name
[b/n]=baby’s name
And when speaking, Karkat’s dialog will not be in his quirk form
After learning about the pregnancy, Karkat went on a hunt for every “How to be a Dad” book imaginable. In the kitchen, in the living room, in our bedroom we now share together, everywhere I look there are instructional books. “Karkat,” I huff as I clear the books off the kitchen counter, “I thought I told you to stop leaving these books everywhere!”
“Well excuse me for wanting to prepared! I’m a troll, if you haven’t noticed, and I have no clue on how these little wrigglers of pink flesh operate. I am not going to fuck this up!” Karkat declares, sitting at the kitchen table with yet another book. I grin at him, thankful despite the fact that our house is pretty much a library now.
“Don’t worry Karkat, you will make a great daddy. You are after all,” I say as I saunter over to him, “loving,” I kiss his forehead, “caring,” I move to his cheek, “reliable” I murmur, lips grazing his, “and the troll I love” I finish as I press my lips to his. He sets aside his book and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him. His lips move perfectly against my own, warm and soft, despite being chapped. He pulls away, his forehead resting against my own.
His face is flushed red, and he has a hard time looking me in the eyes, but he attempts anyways. “I’m like that because of you. I want to be better than what I am, so that I won’t end up a disappointment for you. I screwed up as leader, I screwed up with Terezi, I screwed up with Gamzee, I screwed up a lot of things, but I will not screw up with you, with our child.”
My eyes gaze at him warmly as I cup his cheek with my hand. “Karkat Vantas, I love you because of who you are: you are loving, caring, reliable, and so much more because that is how you have always been! You are a wonderful matesprit, and will be just as great of a daddy!”
He twitches his lips into that half smile I adore so much. “Flushed for you,” he murmurs, “and we have a childbirth class to go to.”
“Karkat!” I cry as I pull my face away to stare at him with exaggerated eyes. “Not another one!”
“Oh yes another one,” he says as he grabs my hand and tugs me out the front door, “by the time this baby is going to come out we are going to be professionals at childbirth. That baby is going to have the smoothest ride out of your womb into this world that it will be smoother than Strider. We will be so professional that the doctors will be groveling at our feet begging us to work for them.”
I sigh as I feel my body being tugged towards my car. Another day, another boring class about childbirth.
*Time Skip*
“Karkat?” I say slowly as I stare at the new red car waiting in the driveway. “Did you buy a minivan?”
“Yep.”
“Karkat, we are only having one child! We don’t need a van!”
“It’s for safety, [f/n]! I’ve seen the damage those human scuttlebuggies can do! I am not going to put our little pupa at risk! The salesman told me these type of human transportational devices are one of the safest, plus they are child friendly!”
“How much did you pay for it?”
“45,000 boondollars.”
I slap my hand to my face in a facepalm.“Ok, Karkat, we can keep the minivan. But next time, check with me before buying stuff like this, ok? I can sense the impending scam artist tricks you would fall for.”
