[Klayko]

Maor wish he could say he slept well, but he tossed and turned. That was usually normal of him, to sleep rough. This time around however, he was having to adjust to more changes his body was going through as a result. Some of his muscles were beginning to gain a little bit more fat and thickness to them. Numerous reasons, clearly, but the most prevalent being to support the fact that now his belly was beginning to drop down towards his knees if a point of reference was ever needed to be provided. His chest was beginning to puff up, which is not the same as saying it was sagging or drooping or even jiggly like boobs. They were instead more prominent given his masculinity, his nipples much more darker and perkier as a result. When he came to from Camilla poking him awake, it didn't even register that he had tossed his shirt off through the night because of how tight the fabric was getting around his ever expanding frame.

Naturally, he was disturbed, but what good was it going to get for him at this point? He looked around and strangely, Carl was nowhere to be seen. A part of him in strangeness wanted the vampire there. Either the vampire was going to eventually arrive or he simply found something like this not worth his time. Maor sighed, really wanting this growing development to be over with, but deep down, he knew he still had a week or two to go. His body was doing the best it could to naturally accommodate his changing frame.

As the door to Camilla's room swung open, Adam walked in with Ethan in his arms. The vampire might have gotten a bit over himself, but when being awoken, he noticed he subtle tiredness Ethan had to his voice and clearly with him carrying more over Maor, he was much larger than the athlete. He didn't want to take chances of Ethan possibly getting tired out from the walk over, so he offered to carry him instead as his unnatural strength was more than enough to carry the pregnant and smaller male over.

"Morning," he announced to Camilla and Maor both.