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Pregnant! Artie
Ratings: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Future Fic!

Artie lay on his side staring directly at his lover, trying unsuccessfully to will him into consciousness. His efforts had thus far been ignored or perhaps Puck just wasn't receiving his thoughts.

So much for being a light sleeper.

Huffing in annoyance that he was being ignored by a sleeping Puck, Artie decided that he had been asleep long enough.

So he nudged him.

"Mmmm."

A small response. Try again.

Poke.

"Huuu..."

Poke. Poke.

Extra poking and the man fell back asleep? Artie huffed. He could already feel tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes.

Using the all of his force, Artie shoved Puck off the bed.

Thump.

"Awake yet?"

Puck groaned. "Yes dear."

"I'm hungry."

Puck blinked the sleep out of his eyes as he became increasingly alert before managing to process his lover's statement. Sitting up slowly he glanced at his husband.

"Art...it's 3am."

"Hungry. Now."

He watched as his lover rolled onto his back and crossed his arm in a pout. His eyes blinked rapidly.

Puck suppressed a groan. Artie was on the verge of crying. Again.

And now that he was pregnant, everything and anything set him off.

How the boy had managed to get pregnant Puck would never fully understand; but what he did know was that along with pregnancy came all of the hormones and mood swings associated with it, which was exactly what someone as already emotionally volatile as Artie Abrams did not need.

As Artie's lover he did not need to be on the receiving end of it all the time, but he was. As the one who had impregnated the other man, his patience with his former school mate had to more than double.

A sniffle from the bed brought him out of his thoughts.

"What would you like?"

"Nothing." He whined.

"You didn't push me out of bed for nothing Artie."

Artie responded by rolling over on his side, facing away from Puck, and wrapping his arms around his swollen belly with a loud sniff.

The older man shook his head and crawled back up on the bed to spoon against his lover's back.

"You don't love me." Artie sniffed.

Puck kissed his bare shoulder. "Of course I love you."

"You won't feed me. Or our baby."

"I would gladly feed you both; I'm not allowed a little time for the shock of hitting the floor to wear off?"

"No."

Puck smiled. The boy was a handful and yet he couldn't help but love him.

Even if it was three in the morning.