07-30-2014, 03:46 AM
Astien laid back in his bed, crying. His baby simply refused to move, he was in big trouble if the wrong people saw him, he had no idea what to do with himself, he was fat, and hadn't had sex in forever. Damn hormones, he thought. He cradled his belly as he lay there, sobbing, the bat hanging off the bed frame.
Watching him.
Watching him.
I'm just here for a laugh