Supernova: A Klance Mpreg Story

It's Going To Be Okay

Keith threw up in his mouth an rushed to the bathroom to puke up his guts for the fourth time that week. And it was only a Wednesday. 

"Keith," Lance said, while pulling his hair back. "We need to get you in a healing pod."

"I'm fine."

Lance scoffed. "You were also fine when you almost sliced your hand off in the training room. Believe me, I know what fine is and you're not it.

"Okay..." Keith consented.

He gagged and threw up again.

Lance momentarily walked out to grab a blanket, wrapping it around his boyfriend's shoulders. 

"It's gonna be okay, Keith."

Keith nodded.

Time Skip

Lance carried his boyfriend around until they found Coran. 

"Ah. What seems to be the problem then?"

"Umm...food poisoning?" Lance said lamely.

Keith gace his boyfriend a withering look. "I've been throwing up for the past few days." 

"Well then, let's have a look-see, shall we?"

Keith and Lance followed Coran and put Keith in a healing pod.

"He seems to be pretty weak. He's not getting enough nutrients. Why don't we leave him in there for a few days and then we can figure out what's really wrong, hmm?"

"Can't you just magic away his problems or whatever?"

"I'm afraid not. See, he's in a fragile state right now. And that needs to be taken care of before we run any sort of tests on him."

"Okay." I agreed.

"Perfect. We'll meet up here in a few quintants."

"'Kay."

Time Skip

"What? What is it?"

Coran's face was pale, staring at the screen of the healing pod. 

"Lance, when was the last time you and Keith were...sexually intimate?"

"Uh...like maybe a month ago?"

"And before that?"

"What kind of questions are these, Coran?"

"Well, it appears that Keith is pregnant."