As Marcus washed his hands in the bathroom sink, he glanced to the top of the toilet, where the pregnancy test sat precariously dangling over the ledge. He slid it back with the tip of his finger, careful not to touch the still-wet test end, then let out a snort as he rolled his eyes.
It wasn’t going to be positive. He was being stupid. The nausea he’d been feeling for the past week wasn’t anything compared to his first bout of morning sickness. His fatigue and aching joints weren’t anything out of the ordinary for a father of two toddlers, either. His period may have been irregular, but he couldn’t remember a time when it ever was. Taking the test may have been a waste of seven dollars, but it would be worth it to free himself of the nagging suspicion in the back of his mind.
Stepping out of the bathroom to an empty house, Marcus wiped his hands dry on the front of his shirt, feeling the very, very slight protrusion on his stomach. It was only natural he’d be putting on a couple extra pounds. Marcus had been neglecting the gym ever since he and his husbands had come back from their vacation, which had been filled with good food and lots of alcohol. He was more than likely retaining water from a little too much indulgence. It wasn’t anything to worry about.
The test would take roughly fifteen minutes to tell him what he already knew. To keep himself busy, Marcus bumbled around the living room, returning the stray toys strewn across the floor to the box in the corner of the living room. Standing in the middle of the room, he shot them like a basketball toward the open box, missing a little more than half the time. He was about to do the same with one of Olive’s baby dolls, but stopped. Glancing down at the floppy plush rabbit, Marcus found himself cradling it in his arms, making sure to support its stuffed head, and felt his heart ache.
Would it have been such a bad thing if the test was positive? It wouldn’t be, obviously, but if it was…Marcus wouldn’t be upset to have another baby in the house. It had only been five years, but he was already fondly reminiscing on the twins’ infancy. It surprised him that he even missed the bad parts: changing diapers, late-night feedings, the soothing of tantrums. And that didn’t even include the pregnancy itself. The swelling of joy Marcus got as he watched his children grow through his own expanding belly, feeling the transition from barely-perceptible flutters to lively kicks from inside the womb, was unlike anything he ever experienced. Just the thought of it made him teary-eyed all over again.
He blinked. Shaking his head, Marcus pulled himself out of his thoughts and softball-pitched the baby doll across the room, where it landed with a soft fwump in the toy chest. Quietly, he was a little embarrassed of himself. There was a common saying that rabbit mothers ‘never stop at one,’ that they go ‘baby-crazy’ after their first child. Well, Marcus may not have been a mother, but he was already pushing it by having twins on his first pregnancy and didn’t want to be any more of a stereotype than he already was. If he wanted another baby – hypothetically – he’d have to start with a long talk with the rest of the family.
Marcus checked his phone. The fifteen minutes were up. He ignored the excited flutter in his heart and resisted the urge to bound up the stairs to the bathroom. Obviously, the test would be negative. Only once on their vacation did Nick and Marcus have unprotected sex, so the odds were astronomically low that he was pregnant again. He didn’t even want to entertain the thought of carrying Nick’s baby, feeling them grow inside his womb over the next nine months, introducing the twins to their little sibling, or the moment of looking into his child’s eyes for the first time on the day they were born. Because it wasn’t going to happen.
Flipping on the bathroom light, Marcus snatched the test from the back of the toilet and gave it a quick glance. The result: two solid pink lines, side-by-side. Positive.
“Again!?” Marcus shouted into the empty house. He slipped one hand under his shirt, feeling the shape of what was obviously a very early baby bump.
“God. I’m such a stereotype,” he mumbled under his breath while his heart burst with joy.
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Art by SheebChub
It wasn’t going to be positive. He was being stupid. The nausea he’d been feeling for the past week wasn’t anything compared to his first bout of morning sickness. His fatigue and aching joints weren’t anything out of the ordinary for a father of two toddlers, either. His period may have been irregular, but he couldn’t remember a time when it ever was. Taking the test may have been a waste of seven dollars, but it would be worth it to free himself of the nagging suspicion in the back of his mind.
Stepping out of the bathroom to an empty house, Marcus wiped his hands dry on the front of his shirt, feeling the very, very slight protrusion on his stomach. It was only natural he’d be putting on a couple extra pounds. Marcus had been neglecting the gym ever since he and his husbands had come back from their vacation, which had been filled with good food and lots of alcohol. He was more than likely retaining water from a little too much indulgence. It wasn’t anything to worry about.
The test would take roughly fifteen minutes to tell him what he already knew. To keep himself busy, Marcus bumbled around the living room, returning the stray toys strewn across the floor to the box in the corner of the living room. Standing in the middle of the room, he shot them like a basketball toward the open box, missing a little more than half the time. He was about to do the same with one of Olive’s baby dolls, but stopped. Glancing down at the floppy plush rabbit, Marcus found himself cradling it in his arms, making sure to support its stuffed head, and felt his heart ache.
Would it have been such a bad thing if the test was positive? It wouldn’t be, obviously, but if it was…Marcus wouldn’t be upset to have another baby in the house. It had only been five years, but he was already fondly reminiscing on the twins’ infancy. It surprised him that he even missed the bad parts: changing diapers, late-night feedings, the soothing of tantrums. And that didn’t even include the pregnancy itself. The swelling of joy Marcus got as he watched his children grow through his own expanding belly, feeling the transition from barely-perceptible flutters to lively kicks from inside the womb, was unlike anything he ever experienced. Just the thought of it made him teary-eyed all over again.
He blinked. Shaking his head, Marcus pulled himself out of his thoughts and softball-pitched the baby doll across the room, where it landed with a soft fwump in the toy chest. Quietly, he was a little embarrassed of himself. There was a common saying that rabbit mothers ‘never stop at one,’ that they go ‘baby-crazy’ after their first child. Well, Marcus may not have been a mother, but he was already pushing it by having twins on his first pregnancy and didn’t want to be any more of a stereotype than he already was. If he wanted another baby – hypothetically – he’d have to start with a long talk with the rest of the family.
Marcus checked his phone. The fifteen minutes were up. He ignored the excited flutter in his heart and resisted the urge to bound up the stairs to the bathroom. Obviously, the test would be negative. Only once on their vacation did Nick and Marcus have unprotected sex, so the odds were astronomically low that he was pregnant again. He didn’t even want to entertain the thought of carrying Nick’s baby, feeling them grow inside his womb over the next nine months, introducing the twins to their little sibling, or the moment of looking into his child’s eyes for the first time on the day they were born. Because it wasn’t going to happen.
Flipping on the bathroom light, Marcus snatched the test from the back of the toilet and gave it a quick glance. The result: two solid pink lines, side-by-side. Positive.
“Again!?” Marcus shouted into the empty house. He slipped one hand under his shirt, feeling the shape of what was obviously a very early baby bump.
“God. I’m such a stereotype,” he mumbled under his breath while his heart burst with joy.
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Art by SheebChub
Category All / Pregnancy
Species Rabbit / Hare
Gender Trans (Male)
Size 943 x 1200px
The bunny test to see if you are a bunny.
Pregnancy test positive? AGAIN?!
CONGRATULATIONS
u r bnuuy
Pregnancy test positive? AGAIN?!
CONGRATULATIONS
u r bnuuy
It’s an underestimation to think you won’t be offhand as a rabbit
Genuinely sweet little story. Truly awful to feel that little life safe and nurtured within you as you watch it grow.
Did Marc have his IUD removed sometime after his night with Alan?
I'm calling that story non-canon.
In canon, Marcus just neglected to get the IUD back in after the kids were born
In canon, Marcus just neglected to get the IUD back in after the kids were born
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