11-26-2017, 02:40 AM
Blake clearly looked a bit worse for wear as Connor helped him down the steps. How he managed to get up there in the first place was beyond him, but he was more determined to see everyone remain in good health than seemingly his own. That really bothered Connor, especially seeing the older male struggle with triplets near the last stage of his pregnancy. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe if he didn’t play Football, would carrying the extra weight be harder than it already was? Connor couldn’t imagine how Blake managed to have two sets of twins before the number increased to Triplets all while in a back to back course at that. Whatever was hitting everyone surely had it out for the caretaker and seeing how he was one of the few who helped him and others “adjust” to the new settings, Connor felt more inclined to make sure Blake didn’t strain himself too much.
When he had received the news, complete with an ultrasound, Blake had helped console him. Connor accepted he was going to have Quads a while ago. That didn’t mean he wasn’t determined to prevent himself from having to carry any more. How would he manage having to console four boys -Yes, they were all boys at that- inside of a small room while he was struggling to make things work in this new environment? He put in at places like the news station, but there was hardly anything newsworthy anymore. The news anchors and reporters could hardly get anywhere themselves, the cameramen and women as well as others behind the scenes were having the same struggles of lifting and moving things at a quick rate with a belly. All that was best for them to do was set up shop in their own homes. It frustrated Connor not just because he was basically useless, but because he wasn’t a local in the first place. How many thought he and the others he was traveling with were actually dead at this point? Of course all those months ago, he sobbed miserably like the others who were just brought to this nightmare were. Blake comforted him then, but also warned him not to pursue the truth. Nobody who did ever returned alongside the children they were carrying. Was he to just accept defeat though? He honestly didn’t know.
Here was the present however and what he could do at least was help a man who helped him out find ease into the chair of the large dining table in the dining room.
“Isn’t coffee bad for you,” he teased. “Surely they’ll be a whole lot more active the second they get ahold of that caffeine.”
He moved slowly towards the kitchen, examining the Keurig machine. The first was coffee for Blake, the machine turning on as it began to warm up the water and other processes. He grabbed a bag of coffee and the K-Cup designed for filling with a person’s preference instead.
“Sometimes rest is important,” he continued. “I’m sure there are some capable hands out and about this house that could keep things running if you need to get some extra rest. Someone like me, maybe.”
It was an offer as again, seeing someone else struggle just did not sit right with him. “I’m sure there’s many of the First Trimsters up there that could put themselves to proper use once they finally accept what’s happening. It’s just a process of finding what everyone is really good at doing with chores.”
The machine stopped whirring as the coffee was done. Connor might have seen Blake make his own batch every once in a while to know how he preferred it, so after adding the other elements as well as getting fresh cookies for a snack, he brought everything over to Blake. Now, finally it was his turn to make tea and then relax. As much as it seemed like a cakewalk, he did have to catch his breath a few times, the athlete usually being able to move at a much quicker pace, but forgetting his present physical limitations.
“Sort of like now,” he announced when sitting down. “You definitely need some help with preparing and serving the food. I know my way around a few things in the kitchen. Why don’t I help you?”
He looked a bit closely at the overalls. They surely were at their limits and if Blake continued, he probably would find himself bursting out of them. “And maybe we should get you something a bit more comfortable?”
He poked at one of them in a teasing manner, which poked Blake’s chest in the same retrospect. Connor wasn’t exactly sure, but maybe he was flirting with the male a bit or just trying to be more optimistic? He would have normally been a bit embarrassed at the thought, but several mood swings, cramps, bathroom visits, baby kicks and limited movements later, the need of ever questioning his life at this point was already out the window.
“What were you planning to serve them?”
When he had received the news, complete with an ultrasound, Blake had helped console him. Connor accepted he was going to have Quads a while ago. That didn’t mean he wasn’t determined to prevent himself from having to carry any more. How would he manage having to console four boys -Yes, they were all boys at that- inside of a small room while he was struggling to make things work in this new environment? He put in at places like the news station, but there was hardly anything newsworthy anymore. The news anchors and reporters could hardly get anywhere themselves, the cameramen and women as well as others behind the scenes were having the same struggles of lifting and moving things at a quick rate with a belly. All that was best for them to do was set up shop in their own homes. It frustrated Connor not just because he was basically useless, but because he wasn’t a local in the first place. How many thought he and the others he was traveling with were actually dead at this point? Of course all those months ago, he sobbed miserably like the others who were just brought to this nightmare were. Blake comforted him then, but also warned him not to pursue the truth. Nobody who did ever returned alongside the children they were carrying. Was he to just accept defeat though? He honestly didn’t know.
Here was the present however and what he could do at least was help a man who helped him out find ease into the chair of the large dining table in the dining room.
“Isn’t coffee bad for you,” he teased. “Surely they’ll be a whole lot more active the second they get ahold of that caffeine.”
He moved slowly towards the kitchen, examining the Keurig machine. The first was coffee for Blake, the machine turning on as it began to warm up the water and other processes. He grabbed a bag of coffee and the K-Cup designed for filling with a person’s preference instead.
“Sometimes rest is important,” he continued. “I’m sure there are some capable hands out and about this house that could keep things running if you need to get some extra rest. Someone like me, maybe.”
It was an offer as again, seeing someone else struggle just did not sit right with him. “I’m sure there’s many of the First Trimsters up there that could put themselves to proper use once they finally accept what’s happening. It’s just a process of finding what everyone is really good at doing with chores.”
The machine stopped whirring as the coffee was done. Connor might have seen Blake make his own batch every once in a while to know how he preferred it, so after adding the other elements as well as getting fresh cookies for a snack, he brought everything over to Blake. Now, finally it was his turn to make tea and then relax. As much as it seemed like a cakewalk, he did have to catch his breath a few times, the athlete usually being able to move at a much quicker pace, but forgetting his present physical limitations.
“Sort of like now,” he announced when sitting down. “You definitely need some help with preparing and serving the food. I know my way around a few things in the kitchen. Why don’t I help you?”
He looked a bit closely at the overalls. They surely were at their limits and if Blake continued, he probably would find himself bursting out of them. “And maybe we should get you something a bit more comfortable?”
He poked at one of them in a teasing manner, which poked Blake’s chest in the same retrospect. Connor wasn’t exactly sure, but maybe he was flirting with the male a bit or just trying to be more optimistic? He would have normally been a bit embarrassed at the thought, but several mood swings, cramps, bathroom visits, baby kicks and limited movements later, the need of ever questioning his life at this point was already out the window.
“What were you planning to serve them?”