“Great news! They're healthy so far.” Barry said with a smile.
“Lovely. Any idea how many?” Scott asked.
“Afraid not.” Scott rolled his eyes as he tried to put his shirt back on.
“Figures.” getting down from the medical like bed was at least easier since it had steps at the front. “The one thing I would prefer to know so I can be a bit more prepared for it and you can't tell me.”
“Sorry pal, I can't buy a ultrasound for us to use. We'd have to go to the clinic or hospital for that and really, it might be best to try and avoid a trip there so the media doesn't go...crazy.”
True...the media would have a field day if they got whiff of a real pregnant man; one who was never female. They would probably follow him around for months after the kids were born. It wasn't a ideal thing in Scott's mind, he never wanted to be in the spot light for anything. Teaching was different, it didn't make you special. It just made you the person who wanted others to learn. Feeling the young squirm inside of him, he set his hands on his stomach to try and sooth em. It was still weird, though at least he wasn't as mad at Barry as he was when he had learned just what was wrong with him. It was sort of better not knowing, then he could make up easier excuses to his boss and fellow teachers. The squirming sensation faded though his stomach grumbled and he sighed.
“I can order some take out for ya, since you're most likely hungry.” Barry offered though Scott didn't really look at em.
“I think you should head home.” Scott replied.
“Ya know, I would like to help out more. If this does last six more months, you're gonna need help.”
“I know that but for now I can handle myself. This is my house so please get out before you get on my nerves worse since those are messed up too.”
Barry sighed and gave a nod, leaving the room and thus the house. Scott had been going through mood swings, a normal thing honestly in pregnancy. Course Barry kind of hoped that wasn't going to happen when they learned of Scott's state. The human does what it wants in the end, you can't control how the hormones work...well....you could with some medicines to a extent but Barry wasn't willing to risk the possible damage to the unborn young. IT seemed Scott shared his views on that. Heck the man was doing his best not to take any kind of aspirin. For someone who was a teacher, it was clear that Scott was very concerned about the life in him.
Who wouldn't be? Besides, men weren't suppose to get pregnant. So the man was afraid that things had a greater risk of hurting the children that wouldn't cause too much trouble in a women if in low amounts. One could say that Scott was acting a tad paranoid on this matter and in truth, Scott was very concerned on what his actions would do. He did take a health class which included sex ed when he was in high school, so he at least understood that and knew what was the best option to eat.
Going over to his fridge, he took out a bowl of apples and set em down on the table. Picking one up, he rinsed it off, and took a bite out of it. Making sure he ate healthy things was hard due to the cravings. In truth, he did want to get a pizza from his favorite restaurant but they didn't do take out or delivery, you had to dine in. And with his stomach this big already, it wasn't gonna be easy hiding his large stomach. He got enough humiliation with that at work, no need to partially knock over a table's contents in a restaurant. The young protested his choice and he gave a sigh.
“You're gonna have to put up with it, I'll eat more than one.” Scott retorted with that he took another bite.
The day had passed slowly despite his desire for it to go faster and once night had come, he had gone through the bowl of apples, four oranges, two water bottles, and several peanut butter sandwiches. With the meal in his stomach, if you could call all of that a meal, he had taken to passing out on the couch and for a change, stayed asleep through the night.
When morning came, a groan left Scott as the young inside of him shifted about and kicked. They wanted him to get up now. Slowly he sat up and glanced to the clock. Seven am? It seemed even when he didn't have to go in to work, he was still waking up early. At least he didn't have to listen to the annoying alarm clock. Pulling himself up after a couple minutes of a struggle, he headed toward the bathroom and did his business before making his way to his kitchen. However he paused as a smell came to him and his stomach growled rather loudly. The smell...was that bacon? A confused expression came to his face as he looked through the doorway and his sight fell on a unfamiliar person, causing his eyes to go wide. It was a woman, probably her late twenties to early thirties, blonde hair, blue eyes, and well built. She wore a red sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of white tennis shoes.
“Who are you?” Scott questioned, fear in his voice.
