08-09-2016, 12:47 AM
"You can if you'd like, I know you probably need to sit too" he says, running a hand over his overstretched sweaters. He silently cursed Quincey's mother for buying them matching ugly sweaters, his having for little snowmen on the belly and Quincey's having a baby elf. As they made their way into the living room he felt another pain building, hiding his groan with a low "oof" as he sat back on the couch, his belly immediately filling his entire lap