Author: VividZombie/Chuchucabose
Pairings: 2D/Murdoc Niccals
Rating: Mature
Word Count: ~656
Summary: Stuart was completely happy with his life. The band was doing extremely well, his relationship with Murdoc couldn't have better, But he couldn't help feeling like his dream of a family would never come true. Mpreg fic. Don't read it if you don't like male pregnancy and such.
Notes/Warnings: BoyxBoy, and I do not own Gorillaz or 2D or Murdoc. They belong to each other. Mpreg and major smut later but for right now it's just a little bit of fluff. So enjoy! :3

Pick Up The Phone- What You Do To Me…

Crash!

"Owwwwwww"

Startled awake 2D sat up in bed, messy covers falling down from where they laid moments before on his chest. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he searched for the sound that had awoken him, setting his gaze on Murdoc sprawled across the ground awkwardly; the lamp that was once on the table next to the mattress wrapped dangerously around his ankle.

"'ey. You okay there mudsy?"

"yeah, yeah. 'm alright. Go back to bed, love."

2D watched as Murdoc untangled himself from the snake like lamp only to lay back down when he was sure his boyfriend was safely out of the Winnie. 'How did I get so lucky?' Stuart thought to himself as he recalled the moment Murdoc had confessed that he was in love with 2D.

"Stuart wait! Come back!" Murdoc's outstretched hand lay extended as he ran after the blue haired singer, voice cracking on the last word as he shouted after the man.

"Why should I? You treat me like shit Muds. Everything I do for you and all I ge' is abuse! WELL IM DONE WITH IT!" Eyes clenching shut, 2D attempted to stem the tears that were begging to pour from his eyes.

"Stuart…"

The sudden soft tone of Murdoc's voice startled 2D, eyes shooting open, who was expecting to be shouted at again about how he was being an ungrateful twat and that he would regret it later and come crawling back.

"… I only do things like that because… 'Cause… I think I'm in love wit' you." The last part was whispered, Stuart would have missed it if he hadn't been paying close enough attention.

Closing the cab door 2D walked over to where Murdoc stood in the door way of the house that he had called his home for so many years.

"You mean it?"

"of course I do. Would I lie to you?"

Reaching up on his tip toes, Stuart wrapped his arms around Murdoc's neck leaning in until they were sharing the same breath; So close all Murdoc had to do was lean in slightly and he would feel Stuarts soft lips graze his own.

And that exactly what he did.

Sighing at the memory 2D closed his eyes, revealing in the warm fuzzy feeling it brought back as he slipped into the blackness.

As 2D slept Murdoc blasted music from the jeep as he flew down the highway. His hair blowing into his eyes as he drove but he couldn't be bothered to fix it, to elated with the news he had just gotten on the phone.

Stuart's birthday was coming up this week and Murdoc had noticed how lonely 2D was when he wasn't around because of certain situations. Having seen an ad in the paper Murdoc decided to go to a nearby farm to pick out a puppy for his boyfriend.

When the barn came into view Murdoc quickly parked the jeep and walked out to greet the owner.

" 'ey. I was wondering if you still had some dogs for sale?"

"Oh yes. They're around back. Help yourself."

Finding the kennels was easy enough, picking the dog was even easier. Looking over the litter Murdoc noticed a smaller looking pup isolated from the group.

" 'Oi you will be perfect." Murdoc said as he scooped the pup up and continued on home to stash the dog in noodles room until 2D's big day. 'Man am I the best boyfriend or what?' Murdoc inwardly patted himself on the back for thinking of this amazing gift.

Packing the dog over to the jeep Murdoc began his adventure home with his boyfriend's new companion. The late evening traffic wasn't too harsh this time of day except for a few Semi's traveling by Murdoc didn't pay much attention to them or the road leaning over instead to weave a hand into the dogs short, fluffy brown hair. He watched as the dog's fur slipped through his finger tips sliding just out of reach as the sound of metal crunched nearby.

Did someone get in a wreck? Why can't I turn my head? Is the world normally spinning like that?

Crimson flowed down onto the seat in front of him as he laid his weary head down. Everything suddenly felt so heavy and the seat just looked so soft and cozy. His eyelash's fluttered close as the sound of the ambulance barley graced his ears. They would be the last thing he heard.