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"So, anyway," Narancia says, continuing his call with Fugo. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to come over today. I think I've got the flu or something."
"It's not even Flu season," Fugo sighs on the other end. The clatter of dishes and a loud "shit, fuck, goddammit" tells Narancia he's probably just dropped another dish, so he stifles a giggle. "Fuck it. What makes you think you have the flu?"
"I've been puking like, crazy," Narancia replies. He's lounging on the couch in a shirt two sizes too big, but it's comfortable, and he doesn't want to change, also wearing a loose pair of sweatpants, with which he plays with the ties in the front. "I don't have a fever, but I do feel weird. Achy, and shit, all over."
"You know, I didn't expect to play doctor today, but hey, let's do it," Fugo says dismissively. There's the distinctive sound of him flopping onto his couch in his apartment, and Fugo shifting as he gets comfortable. "Comfortable" for him, though, is curled up like a cat on the couch, in a position anyone else would call torture. "So what else are you experiencing?"
Eh, what the hell. He'll play along, Narancia decides. "I'm sore, mainly in my chest, and I keep getting winded so easy. It's crazy. I'm tired, I slept like, twelve hours yesterday. It's weird, I don't sleep like that."
Even though he has more free time these days, in-between adult education and his lovely little job at the local Starbucks (Giorno doesn't have him doing much work nowadays; nor anyone else for that matter), Narancia isn't one to sleep the day away. A cat nap here and there, maybe, but extended periods of sleep is odd even for him.
Fugo hums while he pretends to think, though he doesn't really need to. The conclusion he's come to is one he came to rather quickly, though it's not really one he wants to say out loud. "Okay. The next question I'm going to ask you is personal, but we've talked about it before and it's important. Is your period late?"
Narancia thinks for a moment and chews on his thumbnail while cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Now that you mention it, yeah. It was supposed to come last week -- didn't even notice."
"You are so fucking stupid," Fugo sighs. Narancia can practically see him holding his head in his hands. "Why are we friends. Anyway, so it's a week late. Do you think that maybe, this could mean something?"
Silence stretches between the two of them again while Narancia racks his brain. Then, he scoffs. "I think I get it, you think I might be pregnant, right?"
Relieved that he doesn't have to say it out loud, Fugo sighs again, this time with some relief. "Yes. That's exactly what I'm thinking, unfortunately."
"Well, don't worry about it, there's totally no way I'm pregnant," Narancia tries to reassure him. Fugo's silence speaks volumes. "I mean, Mista and I use condoms all the time, I'm sure we're good."
He can hear the sound of Fugo slapping his own forehead through the phone. He must've done it pretty hard for that. "Condoms have a failure rate, you idiot. There's always a possibility."
Even with these words, Narancia doesn't panic. There's no way he can be pregnant. Sure, a family is something both he and Mista want, but it's not something they want to rush, either. And right now, at nineteen, would be rushing it. Certainly the universe would be respectful of their plans, right? Even so... the thought is slowly starting to creep in, whether Narancia realizes it or not.
"I'm going to bring you over a pregnancy test," Fugo starts to say. "And you're not going to fight me on it. Got it?"
Narancia rolls his eyes, even though he knows Fugo can't see it. "Yeah, sure, whatever, but you're gonna feel totally stupid when it comes up negative. Like I said, I probably have the flu or something. Maybe I'll even give it to you."
"Oh, no worries, you won't." Fugo hangs up before either of them can say goodbye. It's not really necessary, since he lives in the apartment a few doors down from Narancia's anyway. Technically, they didn't even need to use the phone, they could just yell from window to window, though they had gotten noise complaints from doing so.
Thirty minutes later, Narancia is coming out of the bathroom, saying "Hey, what do the two pink lines mean again?"
Fugo stares at him for a few seconds, snickers, and says, "It means positive."
"...huh?"
"You're pregnant, idiot."
And just like that, Narancia Ghirga's world has turned upside down.