Surprise

                                    

                                          
"Aren't you going to keep going?"
                          
"Well, I'm trying to think of something other than when we were having se-"
                          
"Stop talking now."
                          
"Okay, okay... Gay sex."
                          
"AAAARRRRHHH"
                          
"Hahahaha!! Now shut up, I'll tell you when you came along."

                          
Sanji gave a quiet hum as his lover hugged him from behind. Zolo gently kissed the back of Sanji's neck, rubbing one hand a little lower than the stomach. "Nhg... Zolo... Not now..."
                          
Zolo chuckled, gently licking the nape of the cook's neck. "Alright. But I'll have you later." Sanji just huffed and continued with his cooking. About ten minutes later, Sanji stiffened in Zolo's arms. One hand went to his stomach and he dry heaved. He rushed away from Zolo, his long legs quickly carrying him out of the kitchen and down the hall. 
                          
Worried, Zolo ran after him, finding him sitting next to the toilet, panting with vomit on his face. "Sanji!" Zolo staggered forward, dropping to his knees in front of the blond and gently wiping his face clean. "Hey, hey, you okay?"
                          
Sanji gave a weak nod, one hand on his belly. "Y-Yeah... Just felt... Kinda nauseous."
                          
"Stay here, I'll get Chopper." Zolo ignored Sanji's weak protests and went in search of the small reindeer. Bringing him to Sanji, Zolo hovered nearby, reluctant to leave his blond alone. Chopper looked Sanji over, running his hands along his stomach. He had a look of confusion on his face, and when Zolo asked what was wrong, he hesitated before saying, "Well... All the signs point to one thing, but..."
                          
"What?! What is it?!!"
                          
Chopper looked down at Sanji's belly again. "I think... I think he's pregnant." 
                          
"Pregnant...?" Sanji looked down in wonder at his own stomach. "Are you sure?"
                          
"Pretty sure, but there's a few more tests I could run to be certain."
                          
"How is this possible?" Zolo stepped forward, looking down at the two. 
                          
Chopper shrugged. "Heck if I know. All I can tell you is that it happened... Of course, if you don't want it..."
                          
The doctor's unfinished sentence hung heavy in the air, and Sanji wrapped his arms protectively around himself. "Why wouldn't I?" He snapped. 
                          
"Well," Chopper began, "I have no idea what kind of effects pregnancy could have on a male body. And besides, if you have a miscarriage, it could be dangerous, seeing as you're not a woman."
                          
Sanji opened his mouth to speak, but Zolo beat him to it. "Get it out. Cut that thing out of him."
                          
Sanji jerked back like Zolo had slapped him. "What?!" 
                          
"Sanji, you heard him, that thing could kill you."
                          
"At least think about it!"
                          
"What's there to think about?"
                          
"It's our baby, Zolo. How can you be so willing to kill your own child?"
                          
"I'd kill anything if I thought it'd hurt you."
                          
They glared at each other, each one waiting for the other to look away.
                          
"Wow. Great to know you cared so much, Dad."
                          
"Sorry son, I love you, but right then I'd have cut you out myself if I'd known how."
                          
"Jerk."
                          
Sanji sat on the ground, legs crossed. When Zolo gently laid his hand on Sanji's head, he jerked away with a hiss, like the swordsman's touch burned him. "Don't touch me."
                          
"Sanji, please-"
                          
"Go away, I don't even want to look at you."
                          
"Sanji, if you'd just-"
                          
"Go. Away."
                          
Head down, feet dragging, Zolo walked away. 'When will he at least listen to me?'
                          
"Taking into account my existence, I take it you came around?"
                          
"Yeah, your Daddy won me over eventually. When his stomach started to get bigger, when I could actually see that there a little person in there, a part of us both... I couldn't help myself. I loved you just as much as he always had."
                          
"That's sweet... Please don't ruin it."
                          
"You are the result of gay sex."
                          
"Aaand, there you go."