[BellyLover]

"That'll work. You want me to help pay for the food when we get there? I may end up eating a lot and I would feel bad if you felt like you had to pay for the entire meal and I didn't pay for anything."

[BarefootAndPregnant]

"Hey, only if you can afford it," Stephen reassures him. "I know you're eating for six, don't worry. Ready to go?"

[BellyLover]

"Yeah." I hoisted myself up out of the hot-tub, my gigantic belly poking out of my body like a watermelon. "Man, I really AM a blimp!"

[BarefootAndPregnant]

Soon, they're both dressed and heading out into the hot summer sun. Across the street, they see a noticeably pregnant boy who can't be older than sixteen, his belly straining against his school uniform.

"Sheesh, dads really are getting younger," Stephen quips.

[BellyLover]

"Yeah. You'd think he would have graduated first before getting pregnant." I said.

[BarefootAndPregnant]

"Well, it's not like I can point fingers..."

[BellyLover]

"Well, what's done is done." I said, patting Stephen's shoulder. "How has everyone else been doing?"

[BarefootAndPregnant]

"That cow Tasha still wants nothing to do with it," Stephen growls.

[BellyLover]

"Former girlfriend, I take it?"

[BarefootAndPregnant]

"Yep," Stephen groans. "Backstabbing little..."