02-23-2018, 05:24 PM
Adam looked at a pendant within his study. Yes, the male had been holed up there all day. He recognized that his ambitions were coming to fruition, but it was just the fact of it finally happening after so long. He got the chance to be a father for the second time, this one being more than the usual expected however. Every once in a while, he thought about what it would be like to step out in the fullest with a few of them around him. Twenty-Five would freak people out unless he went with that story that he was like this one man who freely donated his sperm to those who wanted children. Keeping all that aside, how many boys would Ethan have? What about the girls? He had to begin preparing for the next nine months and of course learn how to naturally take care of Ethan and his wants as a result. Adam was too detached. He needed to learn these feelings again, which is why he looked at the pendant, opening it up to take in the sights of his murdered wife and son.
“I get to try this again,” he stated to himself with passionate crimson eyes.
As Maor stepped out the shower, he looked himself over the mirror a bit before trying to adjust his balance. The male seemed a bit off, but truth be told, when he got out the bed, his balance felt way off physically. The shower helped sustain him, but maybe he just needed a good night’s rest. He rubbed his own belly after examining just how swollen his face was for the time being. Maybe it would go down by the next day or so. He dried himself off and placed on the clothes he could find, which were almost the same thing to what he wore before. Maybe he was a bit fond of the robe. That or it was just due to the fact he was getting back in the bed. Before he did so however, he noticed the table was still set with the wine and juice. He took the opportunity to down a glass of the wine itself to help ease him back into a calm state of sleep for the night.
As the curtains magically tugged open for the morning, Maor groaned, shifting around to rise out the covers as there was a huge urgency to use the restroom. Upon raising from the bed however, he felt the shirt he was wearing roll up over his belly halfway, revealing a much larger belly that looked like he was pushing it past nine months with perhaps a set of twins. Maor gripped the bed rail as he struggled to find proper balance due to the sudden weight gain, the male having no choice but to space his legs out a bit and naturally use his hands to keep his belly supported from the general feel and fear that it might take him down to the floor or just cause his back to ache without support.
“Shit...” he said a bit lowly, moving slowly to the rest room to take a leak. Clearly standing up was going to be an issue, so he eased himself down before sighing in relief. He wish he could say that was the end to his problems however as shortly after doing so, his mouth began to over salivate and the nausea hit him in waves. He was spilling some of his insides out after having to gone inside the restroom for one purpose. He gripped the marble counter top for support before cleaning his mouth out with a brush, toothpaste and mouth wash.
“I get to try this again,” he stated to himself with passionate crimson eyes.
As Maor stepped out the shower, he looked himself over the mirror a bit before trying to adjust his balance. The male seemed a bit off, but truth be told, when he got out the bed, his balance felt way off physically. The shower helped sustain him, but maybe he just needed a good night’s rest. He rubbed his own belly after examining just how swollen his face was for the time being. Maybe it would go down by the next day or so. He dried himself off and placed on the clothes he could find, which were almost the same thing to what he wore before. Maybe he was a bit fond of the robe. That or it was just due to the fact he was getting back in the bed. Before he did so however, he noticed the table was still set with the wine and juice. He took the opportunity to down a glass of the wine itself to help ease him back into a calm state of sleep for the night.
As the curtains magically tugged open for the morning, Maor groaned, shifting around to rise out the covers as there was a huge urgency to use the restroom. Upon raising from the bed however, he felt the shirt he was wearing roll up over his belly halfway, revealing a much larger belly that looked like he was pushing it past nine months with perhaps a set of twins. Maor gripped the bed rail as he struggled to find proper balance due to the sudden weight gain, the male having no choice but to space his legs out a bit and naturally use his hands to keep his belly supported from the general feel and fear that it might take him down to the floor or just cause his back to ache without support.
“Shit...” he said a bit lowly, moving slowly to the rest room to take a leak. Clearly standing up was going to be an issue, so he eased himself down before sighing in relief. He wish he could say that was the end to his problems however as shortly after doing so, his mouth began to over salivate and the nausea hit him in waves. He was spilling some of his insides out after having to gone inside the restroom for one purpose. He gripped the marble counter top for support before cleaning his mouth out with a brush, toothpaste and mouth wash.