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Comments

This is Sad and Badly written and not exactly mpreg...

[(Anonymous)]

Xavier kept puking throughout the night after they returned home from club hopping. Gaspard didn’t think about it, his friend was still drunk; his body was still getting it out of his system. Xavier felt worse than usual the next morning but eventually he was okay.

Then when the two friends were working at the recording studio, mixing new songs and remixing ones by friends, Xavier started puking again. He’d hardly eaten anything by then so before long he was just dry heaving. He sweat profusely and claimed to feel dizzy (“Gaspard, the ground is moving.”) and Gaspard took him home.

For days, Xavier could not keep food down. When his stomach was empty he puked up bile and ached all over, crying out at times. When he had a consistent fever, Gaspard took him to the hospital.

Weeks went by. Gaspard wandered around not feeling himself without his friend. When he visited Xavier, the other man didn’t seem himself either. Xavier would babble. Talk about things he needed to get done as if he weren’t seriously ill.

His mid section began to swell. Gaspard had visited him on Monday and he appeared normal albeit pale, sweaty and weak. On Thursday he looked as though he had a bowling ball in his stomach. He muttered weakly, incoherently and his fever fluctuated.

“It’s an infection…Producing fluid…We might have to do some surgery.”

But when the doctors drained the fluid off, more formed. Xavier continued to look heavy but now that they knew what was wrong with him they gave him medication, and he seemed there again. Gaspard was happy to speak with him until he realized he was still unwell.

“Feel, feel!” The dark haired man excitedly gripped one of Gaspard’s hands and pressed it against his swollen abdomen. He smiled brightly and it broke Gaspard’s heart.

“What, what is it?” He asked quietly.

“You’re going to be a father!” Xavier’s voice was weak and raspy but in his confusion he was ecstatic.

“No, Xavier, it’s your liver. If we can’t get you a transplant…” Gaspard whispered as Xavier’s eyes rolled about in his head and he continued to beam, not knowing he only had months to live.

“If it is a girl, Selene and if it is a boy…what if it’s a boy, Gaspard?” Gaspard bowed his head and sobbed.

Re: This is Sad and Badly written and not exactly mpreg...

[(Anonymous)]

Not op, but... Part of me can't decide if it wants to laugh or cry. The rest just wants to hug you so much! This is an amazing take on the usual lighthearted mpreg plot, and you should be proud!

Author here

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you very much!

Re: This is Sad and Badly written and not exactly mpreg...

[beednis.livejournal.com]

this killed me and i mean that in the nicest way possible omg ;;