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Artful is sick. Or he think he is. Its been some weeks now and its only getting worse.
He is feeling tired, exausted, even on days where he didnt go to kill civilians, he still feel like he have no energy left. When he wakes up the morning he often fell nauseous, and recently he happened to vomit. He also start to crave for food at really random time, and most of the time its waird food that he find enjoyable (clearly not his normal french taste).
He is tired of that, but he cant just go to the doctor, since he is a wanted criminal. So the only solution he have left is to go see the only person that could maybe know something about health, even if this person is not a robloxian. Artful slowly get up from his bed, he had tried to rest in the afternoon because he felt really too much tired but it didnt helped at all. As slowly as he get up he walk around the house trying to find the person probably able to help him. And here where them, Badware. They were just messing with the TV from the living room again.
"Badware ?" Artful say, he doesnt even know how to ask him for their help.
Badware turn to him, almost annoyed that he interupt them. "What do you want Artful ?" They ask to him, clearly not please of the little talk.
Artful search his words carefully to not seems too weak. "You told me one day that you once hacked multiples hospitals and doctors files and documents... and i feel not really good these days, could you search my symptoms in thoses files ? Please."
They look at him surprise that he ask help for that, but its true that they saw in the past day that Artful didnt look really fine. Badware just make a digital sound similar to a sight before completely turning to him. "Okay. Tell me all your symptoms."
"I fell nauseaous, often in the morning, and now im also vomiting sometimes... I feel really tired for no reason. And i also start to be hungry at random times. And its been multiple weeks already... I'm thinking Its probably une gastro entérite- i mean gastroenteritis." Due to his worry about his own health his tong slipped in french for just a moment.
Badware immediatly start to search for Artful's symptoms in their files. It take them sometimes, so while the moment they have a loading circle on their screen. Artful is just looking at them, waiting for his verdict. When Badware face finaly return to their screen, Atful knew they finished their research.
"Well... Congratulation, you're pregnant." Said Badware not that shocked, unlike Artful.
He was frozen in place, his mind racing like Max Verstappen in formala 1 competions. And then completely out of his mind he yelled at them, not angry but shocked. "Tu te fous de ma gueule ?!" (=Are you fucking kidding me ?!).
"Hummmm no. I'm serious on this one. I mean, I also thaugh it could be a gastroenteritis but you said it was more than two weeks that you're sick, and there's also the craving for food at random time that is a potential symptoms of pregnacy. So yeah you're pregnant."
"Badware, I cant be pregnant ! I'm a man, a cisgender one. I biologicaly can't get pregnant !" Artful yell again, completely forgeting that it could annoy Harken, but clearly at that moment he didnt cared.
"Well it's still look like it. Also Pursuer is not really a robloxian like you so maybe it as to do something with that." Badware said before returning to mess with the TV again.
Artful was still shocked, but think about it for some seconds. "...I need to take some fresh air..." And with that our french magician got outside, walking through the forest surrounding the house. Then when he thinked he was at an enough good distance of the house and any other living person, he stop his walk before yelling from with all the strengh of his body. "MAIS PUTAIN DE MERDE ! MERDE MERDE MERDE ET MERDE !!!" And with that he kicks a tree, but damn that hurted him more than it makes his shock and anger fade. He then sigh andd sit on the ground, resting his back on the same tree he kicked. "Si c'est vrai... Qu'est ce que je vais faire ? Comment je vais le dire a Pursuer ?!" (=If it's true...what will i do ? How I am gonna tell it to Pursuer ?!) He asked himself, taking his head in his hands like it could explode. Artful stayed here for a long moment, thinking. It was now almost night and so he decided that it was time to come back to the house.
When he arrived, Badware and Harken where in the kitchen, the table was already set, Badware was finishing to make the dinner (since they're the only one that know how to cook) and Harken was just reading a book silently with her noise canceling headphones on. When she saw Artful, she put her book and headphones down.
"Congratulation Artful." She just said, completely neutral.
The Frenchie turn to her chocked then looked at Badware who was still cooking but you could here them trying not to laugh. "Espèce de virus a la noix... you told her ?" He asked to the robot, clearly not happy.
"I didnt tell her anything." They just said, still trying not to laugh.
"That's true, I heard you when you yelled at them earlier." She told, letting her eye open slightly, not angry but more like amused by the situation.
Artful was spechless, he just sigh and go sit at his place at the table. Harken was still looking at him, when he sit she started to speak again. "I suppose that the father is Pursuer, so how are you gonna tell him ? If he even understand what the word 'pregnancy' mean." She asked half amused half serious. Artful think about it for a moment before answering her.
"I don't actually know, I think i will just tell him after the dinner..." He said before looking at his empty plate, lost in his thoughs. While he was still thinking, Killroid and Pursuer arrived in the kitchen.
Pursuer immediatly saw that his mate didnt looked good, he quickly came close to him to hug him and lick his cheek, a weird but gentle sign of affection from Pursuer. He didn't let time for Artful to react or say something, he talked first. "Artful ?... You okay ?..." He was still not good with words but he didn't need more for his lover to understand. "Yes, I'm okay mon amour, don't worry." Artful told him while gently caressing Pursuer's head.
The rest of the dinner got quickly, Badware was charging and talking with Killroid who was 'drinking' some oil, Harken was silently eating, Pursuer devouring his beef meat with his eyes constantly on Artful who was eating slowly, too much slowly. Harken was the first to finish, she didnt wait more and return to her bedroom without saying anything more than a simple 'goonight', Badware and Killroid where next but before they get out of the kitchen Badware winked at Artful in a sort of encouragement. That let only Pursuer and Artful, alone in the kitchen.
Pursuer look at his mate, almost waiting for him to tell something. Artful was avoiding his gaze at first, just focus on his plate who was now empty. "Artful want to say something ?" He simply asked. Artful taked a deep breath, trying to gather his courage. "I, indeed, have to tell you something. It's important so I want you to listen carefully, you can do that right mon amour ?" Pursuer nob, listening and watching Artful carefully. And so the french magician taked another deep breath before talking again. "You probably saw that I felt sick since some time now, well... I asked Badware to help me know what It could be and their verdict was that I am pregnant..." He was a bit scared of Pursuer potential reaction but he was not expecting him to look at him with his eyes getting bigger, like a cat about to jump on a prey. "Really ? Does that mean you and I will have a mini us ?" Pursuer asked with a smile slowly growing on his face. Artful was still surprised by Pursuer reaction but he nob, confirming what Pursuer asked. The apex predator didn't wait anything more and jumped to hug Artful, clearly happy to know that.
At that moment, thay both knew that yes it will probably be hard to deal with their situation to have a child but they were ready for it and most of all happy.