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He slunk up the steps, pulling his hood over his head. His mom, stationed at her carpentry shop, had to have noticed him, but she knew better than to say anything other than “good morning.” He was hardly conversational in the mornings. Even less so today, with his nerves practically on fire. He could really go for a cigarette, but he knew that trying would just make him gag.

Maybe he should have gone to the doctor before this, he thought to himself as he began trudging down the mountain. In retrospect, it was concerning to suddenly get sick whenever he smelled something funny, or to wake up in the middle of the night wanting ice cream so bad he could almost cry. He usually didn't even like sweets. Or cry! It was also unusual for him to come into town in the mornings, but he hoped nobody would notice.

Harvey was as surprised to see him as anyone else would be. “Good morning, Sebastian. How can I help you?”

“I need a room.” He wasn't going to extrapolate until he had utter privacy. Certainly he was overreacting. Certainly that magic spell hadn't changed his body: he didn't feel a single thing when Abby chanted. Certainly he would have noticed. Certainly magic has a feel to it. 

He just needed the doctor to confirm that, so he could get the crazy thought out of his head.

The thought that he could be-

“Come on back, Sebastian.” Dr. Harvey smiled at him from the door, and motioned with his head to come with him. 

Sebastian stood up, shoulders hunched as he followed the doctor to an exam room. His stomach churned with anxiety. Great, he was going to throw up again, wasn't he? He tried to think of anything but what he was focused on. It went about as well as he could expect, which was piss poor. He gagged and covered his mouth, willing himself to keep his cool. 

“Sebastian?” Dr. Harvey looked at him with concern. “You look rather… green. Here, sit down, please.” He ushered Sebastian to the exam table and helped him sit. Without missing a beat, he closed the door. 

Sebastian slumped as he sat, willing himself to disappear. Or at least for the nausea to disappear. Slow, deep breaths helped, at least a little. That's what he’d learned over the past few weeks. And it did work, enough that he could speak again. “I need a test.” As he spoke, he pressed his palms to his forehead, trying to hide his face.

Was he nervous? Ashamed? He wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it wasn't good.

He couldn't see Harvey's face, but he could hear the concern in his voice. “A test? Of course. What are your symptoms?”

Great, now he had to list them. Sebastian hesitated for a moment, curling his hands into fists over his eyes. It was so hard to say it out loud. “I keep waking up sick, and… I keep craving weird things. And my. My chest hurts whenever it's touched. My pants don't fit either.” Once he started talking, the words seemed to tumble out of his mouth. “I have to pee all the time, and my stomach feels tight, even though I'm gaining weight. Like it's stretching too fast.” 

There was a pause as the doctor took it all in. “... Sebastian, if I may. It sounds impossible. Those sound like symptoms of-”

“Abby pretended to cast a spell on me a couple months ago. A spell that's supposed to make a new life.” He dropped his hands and finally looked up at Dr. Harvey, eyes wide. “I just need to know that it wasn't real. I’m crazy, and worried about nothing.”

Harvey held his gaze for a moment, before nodding with a sigh. “Alright. I'll get you a test.” He walked over to a cabinet and pulled one out. 

A pregnancy test. 

Seeing it made Sebastian's nausea come roaring back, and it was all he could do to get to the trash can before bile came rushing up his throat. He coughed and spluttered, hearing Harvey make concerned noises behind him. Well, at least it was obvious that he wasn't faking the illness. Finally, once he was done, he stood up straight and took the test from the doctor.

“You can just go into the bathroom, and come back when you're done. Take your time, please.” Harvey's eyes were soft with compassion behind his glasses. Maybe he thought Sebastian was crazy. That wouldn't be too shocking, considering what he was proposing. But at least he was going along with it to help calm his nerves.

The test felt heavy in his hand. He looked down at it, with dread in his stomach. It was difficult to will his feet to move out of the room. But he had to, so he could put all this behind him and figure out what was really wrong. So, he did. He walked out of the room and into the bathroom next door. 

His heart thudded in his chest as he got ready, and then, he took it.

The result almost knocked him right on his ass. 

Positive.

So he was right. That spell had changed him, somehow. And now he was-

He burst back into the room, where Dr. Harvey was waiting. “What the hell do I do with this?” Hands shaking, he waved the test in Harvey's direction. “What am I supposed to do??”

“Oh dear,” was all Harvey could say at first. He looked almost as surprised as Sebastian felt. He began to stutter and adjusted his glasses nervously. “I-I’ve never encountered- you said a spell?”

“Yes! Holy shit.” He dragged a hand through his hair. Yoba, he needed a cigarette. Or wait. No, he could absolutely not have a cigarette. He was pregnant! He was pregnant?? What the absolute fuck was he going to do? 

All the thoughts and fears swirled around in his head like there was a blender in his brain. He felt dizzy, and must have stumbled, because before he knew it, Harvey had a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back to the table. “Breathe slowly, Sebastian. It's alright.”

How was it alright? 

—

Harvey walked him through the whole process and gave him some options for how to proceed. Naturally, he was puzzled, but he was a good doctor and did his best to answer all of Sebastian's questions. He even gave him some prenatal vitamins without charge. Sebastian was hardly sure he would even keep the thing, but there was no reason not to take care of himself before he made that decision. At least, that's what Harvey said.

He was still rather stunned when he tottered out of the clinic. Thoughts raced through his head. Would he keep it? How would he care for a baby? How would he tell his parents, his friends? And Alex. How would he say anything to him? Should he even say a word before he made a decision? To anyone?

“Hey Sebastian. You doing okay?” The sound of his name almost made him jump out of his skin.

Alex. 

He jumped, one hand flying to his stomach protectively. Luckily, his hands were already in his hoodie pocket, so it was likely less obvious than it could have been. “Shit- I mean. Yeah. I'm fine.”

“You look kinda… freaked out,” Alex mumbled, rubbing the side of his neck.

Shit, of course he looked freaked out! But he couldn't lose his cool yet. Not at Alex, not here. He frantically searched his mind for a good excuse. “Just refilled my meds.” He raised the paper bag holding the vitamins and shook it a bit.

“Can I walk you home?” Alex's cheeks turned slightly pink as he spoke. Quickly, he added, “I was going to go up to the gym, anyway.”

Sebastian could not think of a good reason why Alex shouldn't walk with him. He wanted some time alone, but he always wanted time alone. And if he was insisting that nothing was wrong, he couldn't deny him the walk. Well. Alex never expected him to talk much, so maybe it would be fine.

He realized he was taking a long time to answer, so he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Fine.” And then he began walking towards the trail up the mountain. 

He barely heard Alex's quick steps to catch up to him, he was so caught up in his thoughts. Pregnant. How could he really be pregnant? There was a fetus inside him, growing every day. It would be a person someday, if Sebastian allowed it. It would grow big enough to see soon. He'd begin to feel it move and kick inside of him. He'd be a father somehow? And Alex would be too? 

Maybe Alex didn't want to be a dad. He probably never expected to become one, right? Unless he decided to adopt a kid. And so much planning went into that. There weren't any surprises. Sebastian certainly never thought an unplanned pregnancy was possible, considering his interest in men. He definitely didn't think he'd ever be the one to carry a child. The realization hit him again, causing him to stumble on the trail.

“Woah!” Alex steadied him gently, hands on his shoulders. “You good?”

Sebastian shrugged him off. “I'm fine,” he said, voice shaking. Clearly, he had it all together, didn't he? Wasn't that obvious?? it was hard not to get choked up, as he was overcome with another surge of anxiety. In fact. he felt tears sting the edges of his eyes.

Now that was just unacceptable. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He was an adult, he had to get a hold of himself.

“So, what do you think?” Suddenly, he realized that Alex was actually talking to him. And talking to him with a blush on his cheeks, and a shy smile on his lips.

Sebastian hesitated as he tried to replay the past few moments in his mind. Did he have any idea what Alex had asked? No. Not even a little bit. Clearly, he had asked for Sebastian's opinion on something, but that's all he knew. What was he supposed to say to that? “Uh. Yeah?” His voice was still coming out wobbly, damn it. He cleared his throat again and pressed a nervous hand to his abdomen.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what I asked?”

Busted.

“....No, sorry. I'm sort of in my head at the moment.” He didn't need to give more details than that, right? “Didn't sleep much last night.” That wasn't even a lie, either, as he'd gotten sidetracked and stayed up late watching sad videos on his phone.

In retrospect, that was another strange thing for him to do. 

Alex chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll ask you again after you've gotten some sleep, okay?”

They were nearing Sebastian's house. Thank goodness, he needed to go back to his room and scream for a while. And then sleep. If he could sleep at all, considering the news he got today. It was as if his mind had become an echo chamber, repeating pregnant, pregnant, over and over between his ears.

He had to tell Abby. And Sam, but definitely Abby. Right? She had to know what her magic had done. She was as responsible for this as anyone else was, right? Sure, he and Alex were the ones having sex, but there wouldn't have been a baby if she hadn't found that book!

Somehow, they had already made it to his house. Sebastian had barely noticed the scenery change around him, or the trek up the mountain. He stopped outside the door. Alex stopped, too, for some reason? Sebastian looked up at him, confused. Did he want to go inside? 

It seemed not. Alex ran a hand through his hair and laughed nervously. Why was he so nervous? Sebastian couldn't begin to come up with a reason. Maybe it had something to do with that question he'd missed, but he had no idea what it could be. “I'll see you around, dude,” he said. With that. he lifted a fist and extended it towards him. 

A fist bump? Sebastian stared at it for a second as his brain took time to compute the gesture. Alex was asking for a fist bump? Sebastian was pregnant with this man's child! He called him dude! And he wanted a fist bump! A short, high pitched, almost hysterical laugh escaped him, before he bumped their fists together. Even with the brief contact, Alex's hand was notably warm. “See ya,” Sebastian mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the other man. 

With that, Alex continued his walk to the gym, and Sebastian returned home. His mother was still at her counter, and audibly gasped when she saw him. “Sebastian? Goodness gracious, are you alright?”

Oh. Maybe he did look a little freaked out. Was it that noticeable? He hunched his shoulders and stuck his hands back in his pocket. “I’m fine.” Could she already tell what was going on? Was everybody going to know before he was ready to tell anyone? Before he'd even decided what he was going to do? Shit, he had no idea what he was going to do. He was starting to feel choked up. He needed to get out of here immediately. 

Before he could rush downstairs, though, Demetrius poked his head out of the lab. “Sebastian. I retrieved more pickles from Pierre’s this morning for you,” he said with a slight smile on his face. 

Sebastian didn't trust that smile for a moment, but the pickles did sound pretty good… He hesitated. “You did?” Maybe he needed something salty to shock his taste buds. That would help him get over the shock of all of this, and help clear his head. Yes, a snack was a good idea.

Demetrius nodded. “Yes, I did. I noticed that we were out.” By this point, Sebastian had cleaned them out of pickles three times.

Robin glanced between the two of them. Sebastian and Demetrius weren't close by any means. It was rare for the two of them to even interact on a daily basis, given their schedules. But she always hoped they'd have a better relationship, since Sebastian's dad wasn't in the picture. Could pickles be the bridge that finally connected her husband and son?

Sebastian began inching towards the kitchen. Now that he thought about it, he could use some ice cream too. How would pickles taste on top of ice cream? That actually sounded really good. It would help him feel better about all of this, at least. Without saying anything else, he slunk away. He needed the distraction, and he didn't need any more socializing. 

The freezer was well stocked, with fresh vanilla ice cream right up front. He filled a bowl, before sprinkling some pickles on top.

“What are you doing?”

Shit! People had to stop scaring him today! Sebastian jumped, dropping his spoon with a clatter. “Maru, what the fuck?” he gasped, whirling to face his younger sister.

She was standing there, looking perturbed. Her eyebrows furrowed, she spoke again. “Are those pickles? On ice cream? At ten am?” 

Sebastian scoffed and picked up his spoon. He was not about to be interrogated today. Not when he could barely come to terms with the questions. He shoved the spoon in the ice cream and grumbled, “Don't worry about it.” Pulling his hood up over his head, he shut the fridge door and pushed past her.

As he headed back towards his room, his mind raced with the reality of his situation. He locked his door and kicked off his shoes, before flopping onto the couch with his bowl of ice cream. The first bite immediately helped assuage his panic; the mix of sweet, sour and salty cleared his head enough to breathe.

So, he was pregnant. It seemed impossible, all things considered. He'd never heard of magic that could make guys with dicks capable of pregnancy, but maybe he didn't know shit about magic. Obviously, if he had known, he wouldn't have let Abigail cast that spell. Right?

Fuck, he was pregnant. Sebastian shoved another bite of ice cream in his mouth to stave off a hyperventilation attack. He let it melt in his mouth, closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch. Dr. Harvey guessed that he was eight weeks along, clinically speaking, though the spell was cast six weeks ago. Sebastian didn't really understand how that worked, but the date of conception was different than tracking the weeks. According to the doctor, at least. He'd never even thought about anything like this before. His brain could barely wrap around the idea of it.

The ice cream and pickles practically disappeared in front of him. The nausea- morning sickness, the doctor had explained- hadn't lessened his appetite, at least. He could do without the cravings, but the combination tasted surprisingly good. He'd have to remember that next time he wanted something sweet. Yoba, he wanted sweets all the time, didn't he? 

He'd want them for seven more months, if he kept going with this. And then there would be a fucking baby at the end of it. Did he want a baby? Did he want to be a father? Guess he had to decide.

He must have fallen asleep on the couch, because he found himself waking up with a jolt. Beside him, his phone was buzzing with texts in their group chat.

Sam: look at this video lol

Abby: is that a baby pig swimming? omg

Sam: right?? its adorable. he swims better than i do

Abby: have you seen snakes swim?

Sam: NO. DO NOT WANT.

Sebastian felt himself start to smile. Even through all this crazy shit, he could count on his friends to be ridiculous. He was sure that, no matter what, they would be reliably weird. Even once he had a kid, they'd be reliably weird. The three of them always had each other's backs.

And that's when he knew.