Mr. President Has A Baby Bump
“That my little brother is fucking pregnant? That somehow, against every ounce of logic and science and common fucking sense, you ended up carrying a child?”
She took a step back, shaking her head. “Jay, if this shit didn’t happen to you, if I wasn’t watching your stomach grow and hearing you puke every other morning for the past few days, I wouldn’t believe it either! A man. Pregnant. My brother. A man with a fully functioning dick is the one sitting here, throwing up his guts and craving ginger tea like some goddamn fairytale.”
Her voice cracked again as she stared at me, helpless. “How the hell am I supposed to explain that to Lisa? How am I supposed to say this isn’t cheating, this is ju
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