Unplanned
Nightmare Freddy groaned softly as he sat up from his bed, feeling the ache in his hips and waist from his latest session with his best paying client. Nightmare Fredbear was the head of a large crime organization, and could have any woman he wanted from the city. Yet even so, he still sought him out for his services. Freddy was just about the most famous, or perhaps infamous, sex worker in the city. He saw countless men and women throughout his 20s, got checked numerous times for STI’s. And even still, Nightmare Fredbear was the only one who kept coming back for more. “You’re the only one I want,” and “I’m only satisfied by you,” were common sayings the man had spoken to him.
But Freddy could barely tolerate the golden bear. He was weirdly obsessive over trying to win his heart — And Freddy didn’t care for it. The brown bear had never needed a long-term lover. He was perfectly content to continue having one-off flings, living for the pleasure of sex and the comfort and stability his skills brought him. But in the present moment, he felt awful. His stomach was tying itself in knots and he could feel the threat of bile in his throat. He stood, hobbling over to the bathroom and heaving into the toilet without having time to shut the door behind him.
Without intending to, he caught the attention of his roommate, who came into the bathroom upon hearing him puking so heavily. “Freddy? What’s wrong?” The rabbit asked, walking over to hold the bear’s hair back away from his face while he was still actively puking his guts out.
“Fucking hell, I feel awful.” Freddy groaned, having made it down onto his knees while hunched over the toilet due to the intense nausea he felt.
“Let me take your temperature.” The bunny said, standing up and reaching for the medicine cabinet. Taking out a temp-gun, he pointed it at the bear’s forehead to read his temperature.
Freddy sat still just long enough to get a reading before he had to puke again, feeling his stomach cramping from the sheer amount he had just expelled. “Fuck…” The bear said shakily, standing up as his stomach began to settle again.
“You’re running a mild fever. We should monitor it today to make sure it doesn’t climb higher.” The rabbit commented, moving to put the temperature gun away.
“Bonnie,” Freddy said, his voice hoarse from his heaving.
“Yes?” The indigo rabbit replied, closing the medicine cabinet.
“What the fuck does it mean if my vomit is radioactive piss green-yellow?” Freddy asked, his hands on his stomach as his insides still felt like sludge.
A few hours later, Freddy was in an emergency room with Bonnie, bouncing his knee with his phone in hand as they waited for the doctor to come back with results of the samples they had taken.
“Do you think it’s food poisoning?” The bear asked, scrolling through recent texts Fredbear had sent him.
“I don’t know why they’d take a urine sample if they thought it was food poisoning.” Bonnie replied, looking over at him.
“Doctors think everyone’s a druggie in this city.” Freddy sighed, typing a reply to Fredbear while praying he wouldn’t get violently sick again during the wait.
A knock soon came at the door, and Freddy looked up as a nurse came in. “So it looks like the doctor’s ordered an ultrasound.” The woman said, smiling gently.
“An ultrasound? Why? Of what?” Freddy asked, sitting up. Now he looked worried.
“Your urine has irregular amounts of hormones typically found in pregnant women. Your doctor today wants to rule out any medical intersex conditions before proceeding with other tests.” The nurse stated, handing Freddy a consent form for the ultrasound. And with his hands shaking slightly, he signed it.
Freddy’s head was still reeling from all the information he had just found out while Bonnie drove him home. He had a medical intersex condition. A fully intact uterus and ovaries. /And/ he had somehow gotten pregnant on top of it. For half of the diagnosis and ultrasound, he had pretended he was anywhere else. That this wasn’t real. Because he was too far into pregnancy for an abortion, there were three cubs growing inside him, and he knew there was only one man who could’ve been the father. Because he only allowed one man to have sex with him unprotected. And the paternity test had only confirmed his fears. It was Fredbear. Of all the men he’d have to have to raise these kids with, he wished it had been literally anyone else.
He knew this would only give the golden bear more drive to try and win him over. The man had no kids, and the one person he had sworn to his family that he’d marry was pregnant with his triplets. Freddy didn’t know what to do other than accept the life he’d have to live. He couldn’t raise these kids in an apartment, and Fredbear would certainly come looking for them even if he /tried/ to raise them without his influence. He was doomed to live his life stuck in a loveless marriage with Nightmare Fredbear. And given that man’s affinity for sex, these likely wouldn’t be his last kids either.
“So when are you going to tell him?” Bonnie’s voice cut through the bear’s thoughts.
“Soon. Maybe. If his family hasn’t already gotten the records of the paternity test.” Freddy sighed heavily, suddenly hyper aware of every movement and twitch inside his body. “If I don’t tell him soon, they’ll do it themselves. There’s no point in hiding it. In fact…”
Freddy dialed Fredbear’s number, hearing it ring a few times before he answered. He took a deep breath before shakily saying, “We need to talk.”
The whole phone call lasted about two hours in total, and Bonnie drove around town while the two talked, trying to keep the conversation away from their apartment complex. Because even if the neighbors were nice, they could be nosy due to Freddy’s history of prostitution.
The conversation went about how Freddy had expected it to. Questions about if he was keeping the cubs, how far along he was, and if he was sure that Fredbear was the father. And after explaining that he was too far along to legally abort, and that he was the match for the paternity test, Fredbear moved on to negotiating living arrangements and opened the discussion of marriage.
All in all, they agreed on Freddy moving into Fredbear’s manor with Bonnie, and that they’d discuss marriage at a later date… with conditions that the brown bear had set. And after the call ended, Freddy slumped down into the car seat, staring out the window as the car passed by local businesses that he had grown used to seeing while living in this area of the city. With the manor being farther outside the city, it’d be quite the drive to come visit them again once he moved in with Fredbear. He’d have to enjoy his last night here while it lasted before men from Fredbear’s family came to pack things up in a moving van in the morning.
