"Niel, you alright?" 

"H-huh?" 

Minsoo chuckled and kissed me lightly. "What's wrong? You're so out of it today." 

I quickly shook my head in disagreement. "Ani! I'm fine."

We were at the beach, on our honeymoon, and I just couldn't think straight. I always told him I'd only let him in my pants after we got married, and here we are. Married. He's also been kissing me a lot lately. And I mean a lot. It's like, "Oh, wake up dear," Kiss. "Are you done changing?" Kiss. "Make me breakfast," Kiss. "Why are the eggs on fire?" Kiss. Does he think I don't know he's trying to seduce me and get me ...ready? Because I'm not stupid. I know he wants me.

"Minsoo....I have something to tell you.." 

"What is it, dear?"

"Um.. It's about... who I really am... Physically...You see... "

He cupped my face and kissed me. "Niel. You are beautiful. Don't think otherwise." 

"What?" 

"It's true." 

"No, it's not-"

"You're not ugly. You don't need to have plastic surgery. Your lips look fine." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Daniel, you are amazing, and I love you. You don't look like a fish." 

"...."

He suddenly hugged me, crushing my bones. "You don't need plastic surgery." 

I pushed him back. "I can get pre- um...." 

"Preh?... " 

"N-no.. Just.. Nevermind.." 

"No, say it."

"Erm...I have an ova- an OVEN! BACK IN SEOUL. And I need to be there physically so I can PREH-ORDER it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but we are going to have to go back to Korea. Our honeymoon will have to end soon. Yeah, I'm really sorry." 

"Huh? Can't you just ...call? You're not making any sense. I spent so much money for us to be here right now. " 

"CALL!?!?! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA YES! I forgot! I love you so much," I screamed, and then glomped him. He probably thought I was suffering from mental problems right now. Not that I care. I'm Daniel. 

- - - - -

Think Daniel. Think. How can we have without the possibility of me getting pregnant? I could buy condoms and tell him I have an STD... No, then he would ask me where I got an STD from.. I could say I was born with aids. . But wouldn't I be nearly dead by now? Or what if... I toped? No, no, no.. no. What if I just... go to the doctor and have them cut my ovaries out? Nah, too expensive, too dangerous. Or wait... I could just hide my hole and make him stick it up my hole!! (A/N : Dying from laughter right now) 

​But do I even have a hole? I think the doctors said my is my ..What if I just have with him, and if I get pregnant, act like I never knew I could get pregnant? 

No. Lying is not the answer. I will just have to tell him the truth.

- - - - -

We were in our hotel room, sitting on the large bed with the tv . Perfect time to start the conversation. "Have you ever heard of a male getting pregnant?"

"A few times. Why?" 

"Well... What would you do.. if one of us could get pregnant?" 

He shifted uncomfortably. "Well... I don't know. Why are you asking this?"

I bit my lip and looked away. "I... I can get pregnant."

"W-what?" 

"I was born with male s but I h-have ovaries...a-and I can get pregnant." 

Silence.

"Can you really get pregnant?"

"...Yes.. I think so..." 

"...Well then... Let's make some babies."

I don't even know... I died writing this.. Okai, from now on it won't be so weird and the hard labors and emotions of being pregnant will come shining through.. This chapter because I'm really bad at making up stuff when I have no clue about what I'm talking about (Meaning I can't describe how a male can have children when I'm not a doctor) .. Longer chapters are ahead so yeaahhfsfiosdfjsiodfs.. Sorry if this really ... Male pregnancy isn't my thing... I'm more into fluff and angst and crack.... Anyways the point is my stories either have to be Complete fluff or Complete angst or Complete randomness... This story is sort of in between seriousness and unseriousness and it's hard for me to write >.>... *bows repeatedly in sorrow*