Ivan and Till have known each other since kindergarten. They became the sort of friends who claim to hate each other, annoy each other to no end, but would give up a kidney in a heartbeat. It was no surprise to anyone when they started dating come third year of high school. Was it immature at first? Yes. Did they have their issues? Definitely. But never once did they break up. And after every fight, their bond only grew stronger.

Till was twenty three when he proposed to Ivan, after accepting the older man would never find the guts to ask for his hand. Married only six months later, the pair had been living comfortably in a penthouse apartment Ivan's ridiculous nepotism funds demanded. The raven-head was at work when Till woke up vomiting. After a week of very nearly unsuccessfully hiding his sickness and fatigue from his overbearing husband, Till decided he would finally go to the doctors.

He shuddered in absolute offence when they handed him a pregnancy test. He was about to throw a Karen fit- until the two blue lines appeared... Then he had to stay an extra twenty minutes while they glued his head back together after fainting.

So now the difficult part came- how was he going to tell his husband that, despite all logical biology, he was pregnant!?

The flurry of emotions swirled like a hurricane in Till's stomach. Everything felt like a blur. He just sat with a blank face on the couch for hours. (which is concerning for someone with raging ADHD). Six o'clock on the dot, Ivan arrives home, as usual. The gentle hand on Till's shoulder is the only anchor that drags him out from his stupor.

Till has half a mind to just blurt it out, like it is the most natural unnatural event ever. And Ivan probably would have rolled with it. No, it definitely wasn't fear holding Till back. At least, not fear of Ivan. Instead, he sits there like a fish out of water, mouth agape as he chokes on the words. Wow, he could stay lost in those black eyes forever. Would their child have-...?

"Darling...? Till? What happened? Did we run out of ramen or something? You should have texted-" Ivan murmurs, his hand moving to cradle Till's face, thumb caressing the supple flesh on the apple of his cheek.

"Yes, we are- But-" Till stammers, fists clenching at his ripped jeans as he peels away from the enchanting touch of his husband. "We're living in a kinky, fantasy shoujo manga. You have a magic wand in your pants. I'm pregnant,"

The air is stiff with silence as Ivan processes his words like a computer from 1990.