10-30-2017, 03:06 PM
A closed roleplay between myself and Bhdire8.
The apartment was quiet and calm, but Brooke was far from relaxed. A month ago he would have been relieved, finally past the stage where his body decided to switch into shut down mode and force wave after wave of sleepiness upon him without warning. That had been brutal during his work hours as a waiter, but apparently a common aspect of the first trimester. Those days were fading quickly behind him. He shifted on the bed again, his growing baby bump hefting with the motion as he sought some comfortable position on the spineless, second-hand mattress. This was his day off, one of the few days he hadn't been able to beg anybody for a shift, so he was giving his feet a much needed rest.
The back of his mind was a buzz of worry, though. He couldn't really afford to be lying here, relaxing. There was no one coming home to him, no one to chastise him for the dollar-store frozen dinner that was going to get him through tonight. No one to tell him that it was too cold in here. No one to help pad the expenses of doctor visits and his pre-natal vitamins and the two cribs he needed to buy and the diapers and the baby clothes that wouldn't last a month, and the, and the, and the...
It was all so much.
There was another expense he was worrying about, too, and that was supposed to be coming in the mail today. The thought of it made his ears turn a delicate shade of rose pink, his eyes searching out familiar words on the page so he could distract himself, but it didn't work. It wasn't a sex toy, he insisted to himself again. It was medicinal! Just to help stretch him a little, which the doctor had seemed rather worried about when he'd done his last examination. Apparently there could be complications if he didn't help his body open some before the birth, and when the doctor had asked if Brook wasn't having the usual increase in sexual appetite, Brooke had nearly swallowed his own tongue in embarrassment. Who exactly was he supposed to be having sex with, even if he was having those...urges? Certainly not the one who'd made him like this. He didn't know his name or his face, only the taste of the alcohol kisses they'd shared. Brook had let his trepidation and nervousness go for one moment, and that moment that led to these two new lives making his womb heavy and sore.
But Brook had done what he had to do, the same as he had through all of this ordeal, and bought the...device. It really wasn't a dildo! And it wasn't here yet, he realized. That seemed odd, given the time. Maybe it would be delayed and he wouldn't have to worry about it until tomorrow...
