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Jamie was indeed not doing a good job as the sole carer of Morrison. It was blatantly obvious he never realised how big Morrison's belly ended up being. As a trained medical practitioner, Jamie was hopelessly ignorant on his "mate's" condition, which added to his anxiety in wanting to remedy that now.

Jamie wasn't thinking much when he decided to lick onto Morrison - neither did he think he'd get kicked on the face. It didn't land squarely on him, but it was enough to draw blood. He had also bitten on his own lip and his teeht pierced through the skin. It was now starting to look like Jamie was beaten up bad by the laboring man, with his eyes swelling from the previous punch and now, the kick.

He whimpered and wilted, holding his face stumbling back. It woudln't work with Morrison not co-operating. "I was trying to check you!" he exclaimed holding his nose. Blood was still running down...

"I don't want to stress you out, but you need help. I'm helping you. Stop pushing me away please." he said, getting more anxious since with twins, it was riskier and he had to have a full picture of what's going on to help the omega. "i didn't lick on you just for fun... i want to at least open you up before i check your progress." Jamie said defiantly, at his wit's end dealing with the stubborn and difficult omega.