Unexpected Chapter 4
Title: Unexpected Chapter 4
Author: DavyJones669
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13. We have some potty mouthed words and light fluff. No hardcore images!
Warnings for this chapter: Exploding objects and fires, how to give birth...its all here
Pairing: Micky/Davy ((Mike/Peter towards the end of the fic))
Summery: Men simply cannot have children!..that was...until Davy got pregnant.Yes sir! This is a Monkee Mpreg!
Authors note: Here we are! This is the second to last chapter! This one is a bit short((I thought it was longer but I was wrong)) but still a bit silly. I smiled a bit while writing it. Sadly, it is not one of my best and if I wasn't so anxious to post this, I'd go back and edit a lot. But I needed to post this or it was never going to be finished. I'll work on the last chapter ASAP! Should be up later tonight if I'm lucky!
Also, after reading this, you tell me how you would like to see Davy give birth okays? ^_^
OH!!! Heres a picture of *Ahem* Micky's special Mpreg potion!((yes I went as far as to doing this))
A few weeks later, Davy’s grandfather had gone out of town on some business, leaving the boys alone. The t.v. had an old movie going on but no one was paying attention.
Davy was napping on the couch, Peter was beginning to doze off in a chair, Micky sat on the floor at Davy’s feet writing in a notebook and Mike flipped through a book.
Micky chewed on his pencil irritably. Mike noticed and looked down at him. "What are you doin?" he asked.
"Trying to come up with a formula..." Micky mumbled.
"A formula? Formula for what?" Mike shut his book and looked at Micky curiously.
"Davy needs to give birth right?" Micky looked up at Mike.
Mike held up his hand. "Stop right there. Don’t wanna know anymore than that."
"But I might have a solution to it!!" Micky exclaimed. "I may have come up with something here!"
"Micky...its impossible. His...well..you know what can’t just go away! And even if it could, well....that would be a bit beyond creepy." Mike shook his head.
Peter blinked innocently at them. "Micky you wanna make Davy a girl?"
"No! I’m not going to give him...um...." He made a motion of his hands in front of his chest and Peter’s mouth formed and ‘oh’.
"But...what are you going to do then?" Peter asked.
"Well...I was gonna have him drink something to give him a...well...you know what girls have." Micky shrugged.
"What if he doesn’t want too?" Mike asked.
"Well I won’t make him." Micky blinked and looked at the sleeping form of his lover.
"Make me what?" Davy stirred and opened his eyes rubbing them a bit.
"Micky wants you to give birth naturally." Peter looked at him.
Davy shot up. "E-excuse me!" he exclaimed. "H-How the bloody hell do you expect me to do that?! I’m not a girl!"
"I came up with a formula Davy!" Micky held up his notebook. "We can see if it works!"
"I...what?!"
"Don’t push it on him Micky!"
"Oh come on! Whats the worse that can happen?" Micky asked.
"Don’t say that fool! Remember what happened the last time?" Davy shouted.
"Please Davy?" Micky asked.
"...I’ll think about it..."Davy pouted. "‘ay can I get some food?"
"Oh! I’ll make it!" Peter stood up. "What do you want?"
"Hm...Cream of Rootbeer soup?" Davy smiled.
"Coming up!" Peter walked into the kitchen.
"Ya sure ya even want to think about this?" Mike asked. "Its just plain creepy."
Micky gave him a hurt look. "Hey its my kid!"
"Mine too...and yes Mike. I am going to think about it." Davy frowned. "Creepy or not..."
Suddenly, there was a huge boom from the kitchen. Mike, Davy and Micky jumped as smoke poured from the room. Mike ran to the kitchen where Peter was screaming loudly. Mike saw the fire on the stove and stumbled backwards. He fell into the toaster which fell into the sink and felt a shock go through his body. Now both him AND Peter were screaming. Davy and Micky looked at each other.
Davy struggled to stand so Micky helped him up. They both hurried to the kitchen and screamed. Peter was hopping around trying to put out the fire and Mike was currently stuck against the counter, water running, hand still on toaster.
"Peter! Michael! What the bloody hell is going on?!" Davy shouted.
"The stove exploded and Mike fell into the toaster!!" Peter shouted back. "Make it stop!!"
Micky yanked the toaster out of the wall and Mike fell onto the ground. Next he filled a pan with water and threw it on the stove.
"What were you guys doing?"He asked.
"Well Davy said he was hungry but this stove is different so I didn’t know the settings....Mike came to help I think..." Peter looked down at Mike, who was still feeling the shock and shaking.
Then suddenly, Davy began to giggle. The other three looked at him bewildered. They were confused. Peter had just ruined the stove and Mike had ruined the toaster.
"Davy whats funny?" Peter asked.
"Your faces!" he laughed. "Mike yours is completely black and yours Peter, is completely covered in cream and soot!"
Davy’s laughter brought a wide grin to Micky’s face and he began to laugh as well. Peter and Mike exchanged looks before erupting into giggles too.
"You guys are so silly!" Davy fell backwards onto the floor.
"You should be angry Davy." Mike gasped out after the laughter had subsided.
Davy shook his head and grasped his stomach. "That was funny! But I’ll miscarry if I laugh much harder!"
"Gah!! No!" Micky grasped onto Davy quickly. "You can’t do that!!" Davy smiled and cuddled up to him.
"He’s fine Micky. No worries." Davy kissed Micky’s cheek. "In a few short months we’ll have a little boy of our own."