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A shrug left Firo, no point in arguing about what they knew about this pregnancy and what they didn't know. On his feet again, the poor man could feel the weight of his stomach and gave a grumble sound. It was already so heavy an he had to deal with two more months of this? Oh dear. In the back of Firo's mind, he doubted he could survive this.

"You will? Are you a carpenter as well?" Firo questioned as he accepted the clothes. "This building is really old, adding onto it is a risky thing. We'd be better off just building a new place or something."

Pulling his poor fitting shirt off,it revealed the pale orb that was his stomach. There were signs of a few stretch marks but not many as he had been doing his own treatments to keep the marks away. The shirt that had been modified by a professional was white as well and it slipped on easy enough. Fixing the shirt was a bit harder as Firo couldn't reach around all of his stomach to pull the shirt down straight.

(It's fine. ^^)