[SierraHigh]

"No," Oliver admitted in an embarrassed tone, subconsciously stroking his swollen belly in thought. He'd never asked for an exam from Keanu although he did get them. He assumed Keanu knew how many he was having, but he'd never been told personally which was kind of stupid and arrogant; it wasn't like Keanu was the one carrying them. Oliver would at least like to know how many babies he was going to have to pop out. "Well I've always assumed he takes care of his children." Oliver shrugged half heartedly. Most of his children only came around for a few days at a time. Maybe that was an explanation for something. "Who's Willie?" he asked anxiously, eyeing the guards as they nodded and left again. "Just give me a bed that isn't an old broken frame with a single blanket and I'll be happy." He wasn't complex by any means, but living with Keanu had been hell. Here he seemed to be taken care of, but only time would tell. "It's not like we can do much until this batch is done," Oliver snorted, patting the top swell of his stomach lightly.