Mpreg quicky

      Sitting there, finally alone, Craig wept his tears of joy. He had pretended for too long to be disappointed in his situation. As he rested in the upstairs alcove of his old room back in his parents' house, he cradled his large belly in both arms, occasionally feeling the baby stir, or kick gently.
      Everyone had asked him how it had happened, but he could not offer them sufficient responses to their prodding, intrusive questions; even if he could, he most likely wouldn't have. It was Craig's first time home since Christmas break, and at that point, his condition was not visibly revealing. He didn't even know for three months after it had happened. Now that the commotion had died down, he thought back to when he first found out what was going on.
     He was still surprised at his own reaction to the news. There was shock, of course, and confusion, but there was no fear, and no sorrow. Once the initial surprise wore off, he felt mainly happiness.
     That night, five months ago, he lay on his bed alone, he thought of the being growing inside of him, and of what it meant, and life suddenly took on a new perspective for him. He had cried then too, and the tears meant the same as they did now. He felt certain that no one could possibly understand how he felt.
     He had tried to explain this to his mother amidst her panicking, but all she could talk about was how irresponsible he was and how messed up his life would be. She didn't understand what it meant that he, a boy, was creating life! Craig knew it was silly, but he felt as if he were chosen for something, for some reason, and he knew that he was special for it.
     He stood up clumsily and walked around his room. He glanced briefly at some old pictures on the walls and nightstand, but he headed quickly over to a mirror hanging near his door. His brown hair had grown longer, and his face was a bit pudgier, but he felt that he was seeing himself for the first time. He looked down at his large, protruding belly and rubbed it gently, when he heard a knock at the door.
     He immediately toughened up, ready to defend himself from his parent's onslaught, but the intruder was only his sister, Anna. Anna was two years older then Craig, and in the years that they had been at separate schools, they had grown much closer. In the heat of the argument downstairs, she was the only one who seemed supportive of him.
     She stood in the doorway of the dark room noiselessly. He could see a shiny streak trailing down her face. They stood, looking at each other for a few moments, without speaking. Finally, Anna broke the silence.
     "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
     "It's a boy. I'm gonna have a son." He smiled at her, sniffling.
     "Can I...can I touch? Your belly?"
     "Sure, of course!"
      Anna crossed the space and reached out her hand, laying it on Craig's exposed stomach. The baby kicked, and she let out a choked laugh, which Craig followed with his own.
      "Don't let them get to you," she said, after a momentary pause. "You know how they can be. But what you're doing is very brave, and I'm proud of you for it."
      "I'm just glad you're on my side, sis." She smiled at him, and slowly left his room, closing the door behind her. Alone once again, Craig turned all of his attention back to his bump. He sat on his bed for nearly an hour, stroking his belly, with only the thought of his son to weigh on his mind.