[thoughtless]

"Beautiful. Put Zayn-boy here in a room close by. He'll be good to look at in some wet swim-trunks."

Garret eyed Zayn for a second more and turned towards the hall. As he walked away he called out,

"Oh, and don't be surprised when the rest of my things arrive later tonight. Told my guys to bring it all to the lobby first. If I've got to stay in a place like this, might as well live it up in style."

Garret sauntered away with a grin on his lips and made his way to room 110. As he closed the door behind him the smile faded. He clicked the lock into place and leaned his head against the door. He let out an audible sigh. How had it come to this?

The room was small but clean, or as clean as any place like this ever was. The rug had clearly recently been washed and the sheets on the twin beds were new. Garret tossed his jacket onto the bed on the right and slumped into a small armchair tucked underneath the window. The movement jolted his mid-section and he grimaced. He doubted he would ever get used to his newfound girth, let alone the pains that came with it. Every part of him ached and he was sure his back would never be the same.

He sunk deeper into the chair and rested his arm on his belly as the child inside began to kick. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
"Oh Garret, you've gotten yourself in deep this time."