Author's Note: I am a little updating machine!
So, yes, this is, in fact, my Mpreg fic. I know a lot of people hate Mpreg, and I used to as well. But then I read a Percy/Oliver fanfic with it and discovered that, as long as it's not done poorly, I love me a pregnant Percy.
And thus Bundle of Joy was born.
I understand this is not everyone's cup of tea, but I implore you to give it a chance. If you like it, that's fantastic. If you don't, that's fine, just don't flame me.
Name: Bundle of Joy
Pairing: Percy/Oliver (Harry Potter)
Genre: Romance, Mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One
Oliver Wood remembered how it used to be.
Percy used to be so sweet, his big blue eyes ringed with diamonds staring up at him adoringly. Percy had changed from before, but he’d always been soft and sweet. His bright red hair was gelled into a faux-hawk, the natural, brilliant red fading into a deep blue. His thin, pale face with freckles always had a grin on it, his small nose accented by a sapphire nose stud that on most people would look barbaric, but simply added to Percy’s overall slight self. He was short at 5’ 0”, and thin. Of course Oliver was in love with him; Percy was just so pretty, so mild.
That was when Percy wasn’t angry.
Facing an angry Weasley in any circumstance was like running into a tornado: it was a stupid idea. Percy was no exception. Normally, Oliver thought it was cute. Percy would go pink, his eyes would narrow, and he’d cross his arms over his chest like a stubborn child, glaring at his boyfriend. He’d usually yell something, but Oliver never minded. All it took was for Oliver to take Percy in his arm and give him a quick kiss, and Percy would shut up, even if he would shove Oliver away.
But then there were the other times. The times Oliver had to sleep on the couch. The times when Percy would lock Oliver out of the house. There was even the one time when Percy took everything out of the bathroom during Oliver’s shower: clothes were gone, rugs were gone, curtains were gone, towels were gone, even toilet paper was gone. Anything that Oliver could possibly cover himself with was gone. Then Percy had tied the doorknob to another door across the hall. Oliver ended up having to crawl out the window to find everything locked. To top it off, Percy had called the cops and told them that some psycho was running around town naked. Oliver had hid in the neighbors bushes for nine and a half hours before Percy would let him back in.
This was one of those times.
“Honey, come on!” Oliver shouted, running a strong, calloused hand through his chestnut curls. He caught a pair of his boxers that had been flung out of the window. “Please! Let’s just talk it out. What do you say?”
“No!” Percy shouted, sticking his head out the window, throwing a few pairs of socks at his tanned, muscular boyfriend. “You tricked me! You tricked me! I cannot believe you, Oliver!”
“Okay, okay,” Oliver called back up, his muddy brown eyes pleading now. “I was wrong. But I really, really want kids! I can’t help it! We’re ready for a family!”
“Well I’m not!” Percy yelled. A suitcase went banging to the ground. “I’m not ready. I told you that! I’m not ready to have kids! I can’t take care of them. What could I possibly teach them? How to run away from your problems? No! I told you that I don’t want kids until I manage the courage to make up with my parents. That’s the only for me to know I’m responsible enough. I’m not brave enough for kids. How can I possibly be brave enough to give my life up for a kid if I’m not even brave enough to face my own family? You ass!” Now came a few pairs of sandals.
“So what do you want?” Oliver asked, half-begging. “Are you going to kill it?”
“What? No! Of course not! I don’t believe in abortion. But I do believe in adoption!”
“No!” Oliver was mad now. “You can’t just give our child away!”
“Shut up!” Percy’s eyes were blazing. “This was not voluntary for me! This isn’t what I want!”
“But you can’t just give it up,” Oliver argued. But Percy was already digging more of Oliver’s clothes out of the closet.
“What’s going on?” Penelope Clearwater asked, looking confused. She licked a lollipop delicately, her short, curly, baby-fine blonde hair pulled back from her big cerulean eyes. She had a pale hand on her thin hips, a handbag slung over her narrow shoulder. She smirked. “Lover’s spat?”
“Yep,” Oliver sighed. “Pretty big one, too.”
“What’d you do?” Penelope questioned, hiding a smile.
“Well, it kind of started with me wanting kids,” Oliver began. It really took him back…
“Of course I want kids, Oliver,” Percy had said, “but not right now.”
“Why not now?” Oliver snapped. “We could adopt a kid from China right now.”
“We could,” Percy agreed. “But I want to wait.”
“Why?”
“Because, Oliver, I’m just not ready.”
But Oliver was completely desperate. He had mixed a fertility potion into Percy’s drink one night. And what a night it was.
But two months later, Percy had started getting sick in the morning, and he was always hungry for the oddest things: ice cream with ketchup, pickles dipped in chocolate. Oliver couldn’t stand to see him so concerned. So he told him.
“You did what to me?” Percy gasped.
“It’s not a big deal,” Oliver said quickly. “I just made it so that you could bear children.”
“THAT’S A PRETTY BIG DEAL!” Percy had shrieked.
“Not really,” Oliver hastened. “I mean, I doubt it worked, but I got you a test…”
Percy grabbed the test, then came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, seething. “It’s positive.” His voice was deadly and quiet. “You got me PREGNANT!”
Oliver snapped back to reality to see Penelope with her hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, Oliver!” she shouted. “You got him pregnant?”
Oliver nodded.
“And he didn’t even know?”
Oliver shook his head.
“OLIVER!”
“I couldn’t help it!” Oliver wailed. “I really want kids. I really do. And I found out that there was a potion that could make is so Percy could get pregnant, and… Why are you looking at me like that?”
Penelope shook her head. Her eyes were narrow and mean. “If he kicks you out,” she snarled, “you’d better damn well believe you deserve it.”
Author's Note: Comments are appreciated, flames are not. Thank you!
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