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Chapter 1:

"Morning Katie," I said as I waddled slowly into the kitchen. "Something sure smells good!"

"Oh Justin!" Katie, my chef cried, running up to give me a hug, burying her face into my shoulder. The hug was awkward, my giant belly getting in the way.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing Katie's back as she sobbed.

Katie broke our hug and looked at me, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I can't believe this is happening!"

"What's happening?" I asked. I had no idea what was going on.

I heard the front door of my bungalow open and turned slowly to see who it was. It was Dr. Morgan, the director of the study I was taking part in.

"Justin," he smiled slightly, seeing Katie wiping her eyes behind me. "Katie."

"Doctor," I said, reaching to shake his hand. "What's going on?" Dr. Morgan never made unannounced visits so this was odd. I knew it had to do with why Katie was upset but I couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"Have a seat," the doctor said, pointing to a chair at the table. "Katie, would you please serve us and excuse yourself?  Stop by my office and wait for me on your way out. I won't be long."

"Yes sir," she said sniffling.

I took my seat across from the doctor at my special place at the table. Rather than rounding out like the rest of the table, my spot had a round cut out into the table to accommodate my belly.

We sat in silence as Katie plated our food and placed it on the table. After putting my food down in front of me, she grabbed my neck in a ferocious hug and started sobbing again.

"Good bye Justin," she cried before running out the door.

"Mind telling me what that's all about?" I asked as I picked up my fork and began eating. "Did you have to fire her?" I asked through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"Yes," Dr. Morgan nodded.

"Why?" I asked. "Did she do something to me?  Cause she was apologizing!" I couldn't imagine Katie doing anything to me but I was still so confused as to what the hell was going on.

"To you?" the doctor asked, sipping his coffee. "No son, you're fine. Katie is an excellent cook and never treated you or the babies poorly."

"So then why did you fire her and why is she apologizing to me?" I asked. I was starting to get anxious.

"Justin," Dr. Morgan sighed, taking another slow sip of his coffee. "There's no easy way to tell you this so I'm just going to say it.  The study's over.  The company won't fund it any longer, there's no more money."

"What do you mean the study's over?" I asked, dropping my fork.

"I mean, it's done!  Finished!  They're not interested in male pregnancy fertility drugs any more," Dr. Morgan huffed, stabbing angrily at his eggs. "My whole life's work, down the drain, just like that!" he said with a snap.

"What does that mean for me?" I asked cautiously.

"It means," Dr. Morgan started. "That you're on your own."

"On my own?" I asked, my voice shaking. "On my own?" I repeated, not believing what I was hearing. "I'm 20 years old and pregnant with sextuplets!  I'm due in two weeks!"

"I know Justin, I know," the doctor said, wiping his mouth before standing. "I tried to convince the company to keep you here until you deliver but they wouldn't hear of it," he said reaching into his jacket and pulling out a thick envelope which he tossed at me. "Here."

"But," I stuttered. "But what the fuck?  They give me all these treatments, get me more pregnant than any man before and then just give up on me?  Can they do that?"

"They can and they did," the doctor said as he walked to the door. "I'm so very sorry, Justin. Good bye," he said as he opened the door and walked out.

I sat at the table in shock. My hands began to tremble. What the hell was I supposed to do now?  No one knew that this study was going on outside of the company. No one knew it was possible for a man to be this pregnant and now the company that had done this to me had turned its back on me, moving on most likely to something that would make them more money.

I couldn't go home, my parents thought I was in school. Plus there was no way I could go home in this condition!  

"Shit!" I yelled, slamming my fists on the table, sending the doctor's mug crashing to the ground. "Fuck!"
Chapter 2:

Fifteen minutes after Dr. Morgan had left I was still sitting at the table in shock, looking down dumbly at my huge stomach, filled beyond capacity with six babies who at last estimate were about 9 lbs. each. To say I was big was an understatement. How I could still move around I didn't know.

"God I need a drink," I groaned aloud as I hefted my bulk out of my seat. There were only two problems, I was pregnant and I was underage, the second was just a technicality though.

I braced myself on the table, unsure of what to do next. I saw the letter Dr. Morgan had thrown at me lying amongst the plates and I picked it up.

I made my way to my bedroom, avoiding the spilled coffee and shattered mug on the floor. The last thing I needed now was to cut my foot or slip because as the doctor so nicely put it, I "was on my own."  

I sat down on my bed, and tore open the letter. I took it out and momentarily set aside the large wad of cash that was included within. The letter read:

****

Justin,

Please accept my sincerest apologizes for the situation you have been put in. Believe me when I say, I championed for you as you were the crown jewel of my years of studies in the field of male pregnancy. With my knowledge and your body, we succeed beyond even my wildest dreams and have proved that males can carry more than just one or two babies at a time and carry them at full size and to term at that! That is a feat rarely met even by women! I consider myself lucky to have worked with you and thank you for helping prove my life's work.

I must apologize again Justin for your predicament. Enclosed, please find $20,000.00 cash, a gift from me to you for your troubles . Please use this money wisely, whether it is for the medical attention you will soon need or to get yourself that tummy tuck the company had promised you when this was all done.

I find myself needing to apologize once more however. In my research, I have recently discovered that the numerous treatments we have done on you are permanent. While none are in anyway dangerous to you, they will certainly have a great impact on your life. Allow me to explain:

First, you may want to hold off on that tummy tuck. The drugs we used to increase your fertility and allow you to become pregnant with the sextuplets are apparently irreversible, meaning that if you become pregnant again, you will almost certainly have more than two babies. Also, it will be much easier for you to become pregnant now. You will no longer need to be ovulating, any introduction of sperm into you anus will lead to a pregnancy. Therefore I urge you to use caution when you are having relations with men - always keep this fact in mind.

Some good news, and I do hope you take it as that - the various treatments performed on your anus along with some of the drugs issued have given you the ability to give birth to large numbers of babies naturally, therefore a c-section will not be necessary, however I encourage you to seek medical attention when you deliver and not think that you can do it on your own.

I know the company was to arrange to have the babies adopted, but seeing as they have turned their backs on you and I, please try to make arrangements to find the children a good home. I know it is unfair of me to ask this of you, a child practically yourself, but please have compassion for them as they are not responsible for the way in which they are coming into the world.

A final note, the company allowed me one last request. They are sending a car later this afternoon for you and will take you where you need to go, but they have expressly stated that is all. No further help or contact will be had from them.

By the time you read this note, I will be gone Justin. I feel I have nothing left to offer the world now that you, my masterpiece has been taken from me. Best of luck to you.

Yours,
Dr. Morgan

****

I sat there dazed for a minute, digesting all I had read. I didn't know what to process first - my new permanent conditions, the money, the babies I now had to find a home for, the doctor?  

"The doctor!" I yelled. "Oh shit!" I said as I picked up the phone next to my bed which was connected directly to Dr. Morgan's office. The line was dead. The company was already cutting me off.

I had no cell phone, no access to internet, nothing. That was one of the company's stipulations - that I was to have no contact with the outside world. I did have a tv though and instinctively I turned it on.

The morning news was still on and a story was breaking.

"We have some breaking news out of Stonybrook medical facility on Long Island," the anchor woman announced. "A doctor at the facility has apparently been murdered," she said. "This story is breaking and we'll bring you more details as we get them."

"Fuck," I groaned as I shut off the tv. I tried to wrap my arms around my belly but at last measurement it had been 94", so reaching around it wasn't an option, my arms just draped over it. I felt cold, and scared. I wanted to be out of here and I wanted out fast. The company had to have known Dr. Morgan committed suicide and they must be covering it up. Would they come for me next?

They would come for me, I remembered. In a few hours, apparently to take me wherever I wanted to go which was who knows where? But now, I was scared that they were coming to "handle me" instead.

What could I do?  Nothing really. It's not like I could run away!  God, I couldn't remember the last time I ran anyway. I was a literal sitting duck, waiting here for them to either set me free or to do what they would. No one knew where I really was, no one knew I was pregnant, no one knew anything about me anymore!

I lay back heavily on my bed, my stomach towering massively over me. The babies must've sensed my rapid heartbeat because their moments increased. It felt like all six were doing cart wheels inside.

"It's ok," I said to my belly, running my hands over it in large circles, trying to soothe the lives within. "We're gonna be ok."


Chapter 3:

I somehow managed to fall asleep for an hour. When I woke up though I was groggy, more tired than before. I rolled myself onto my side and got off the bed, careful not to hurt my back, which nowadays ached almost constantly from all the weight I had gained. A former high school baseball player, I was in good shape (before getting pregnant), broad shoulders, 6'1" tall and prior to getting knocked up, weighed in at a solid 210 lbs. At my last check up, I weighed 355 lbs, a gain of 145 lbs. so far!  

I looked at the clock and remembered I was going to be picked up soon. Waddling around the room, I slowly gathered up my belongs, which consisted just of clothes. That was all I had been allowed to bring when I enrolled in the program.

As I packed, I came across the t-shirt I'd worn the day this ordeal began. I held it up and draped it over my stomach and couldn't help but laugh when I saw how small the XL garment was compared to my new body. The clothes that I wore now had been provided by the company. They were tailor made and as fashionable and as "cool" as they could be for a 20 year old guy pregnant with sextuplets while still being both functional and comfortable.  

Soon my duffle bag was packed and I brought it out to the living room to wait for my ride. I was about to sit down on the couch when the doorbell rang. It had to be my ride. I always thought that there were cameras in my bungalow watching my every move and this confirmed my thought. They were wasting no time getting rid of me.

I waddled to the door and grimmaced as my belly bumped into the door knob. I had a good handle on my size and managed to avoid bumping into things most of the time but I was still growing bigger everyday and still had the occasional slip up.

I turned to the side, my belly swinging wide out of the way of the door. I was greeted by a large, rather imposing young man in a dark suit. He was probably only a few years older than me but his appearance gave off an air of authority that said he meant business. His hair was short and black, he wore dark glasses and an ear piece. Behind him I could see a large, SUV with blacked out windows.

"Justin," the young man said, his voice was much gentler sounding than I had expected.

"That's me," I said hesitantly.

"Robert Smith," he said, extending a hand. "I'm here to transport you."

Transport me? He made it sound like I was a cow or something being transported to market.

"Ok," I said cautiously shaking his hand.  "Let me just grab my bag."

"I'll get it," he said, immediately walking in past me and picking up my duffle. As he walked past, his waist brushed against my stomach and I felt something hard on his hip. I knew it was a gun.

Robert walked back out to the truck with my bag as I closed the door to my bungalow. Silly as it sounds, I'd miss living here, it was a really nice place.

Robert deposited my bag in the trunk and came back to help me down the front steps.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. I thought maybe if I was nice to him, he'd return the favor. He led me to the truck, his arm around the small of my back the whole time even though it was just a short waddle. Was he afraid I'd make a break for it or something?

With a lot of help from Robert I got up into the back seat. Once Robert had closed the door I tried to get comfortable. My belly spilled over my knees on all sides and pushed up towards my chest. The babies were not comfortable and expressed it by giving me some strong kicks.

Robert climbed into the driver's seat and sped off. The company's head quarters was a massive compound. There were numerous bungalows like mine spread throughout where study participants like me lived while they participated in the various programs the company was performing.

We had been driving for a few minutes when suddenly I lurched forward as Robert slammed on the brakes. I had been too busy looking out the side window to notice we had turned off the main road and were now heading down an unpaved road that led into the woods. This wasn't looking good...


Chapter 4:

Thoughts were racing through my head as we continued deeper into the woods. What was going to happen to me?  Where the hell were we going? Will he please slow down?  My stomach bounced wildly in every direction as the truck rattled and groaned over deep holes, logs and rocks.

"Look," I said, my voice shaking. "I know you're going to kill me but would you mind slowing down a little? I'm kind of uncomfortable back here," I smiled slightly, hands on either side of my belly.

Robert, who had removed his sunglasses to see where he was going in the dark forest, glared back at me through the rear view mirror, his grey eyes showing no emotion. He didn't respond but did slow down a little. Just a little but it helped. I patted the top of my belly trying in vain to cease the crazy activity that was going on within.

The rough ride continued for five more minutes during which time I made a decision. I decided that I would fight or at least try anyway. I looked around the interior, trying to find something that I could use as a weapon but saw nothing.

We came into a clearing and Robert slowed the SUV to a stop, put it in park and got out, leaving the engine running and his door open. Apparently whatever he had planned wasn't going to take long.

As Robert made his way around to my side, I quickly devised a plan. I tried my door handle, finding that I was locked in. Robert reached my door and pulled the handle. As soon as he did I acted.

Using as much force as I could, I slammed the door into Robert, disorienting him and sending him stumbling backwards. I thanked my lucky stars as Robert's heel caught a tree stump, causing him to fall flat on his ass.

Adrenaline pumping, I climbed awkwardly out of the SUV, steadying myself on the door as I quickly took in my surroundings. The clearing was surrounded by thick trees and heavy under growth. The only way I'd have a chance at getting away was to head back in the direction we'd come.

Waddling as quickly as I could, I started making my way back up the rough path. I glanced back and saw Robert stand up, bracing himself on a nearby tree as he got his bearings. He rubbed his lower back and grimmaced as he looked around slowly. It didn't take long for him to see me and when he did, he didn't look too happy.

I turned and focused my attention on the path, trying to go even quicker but my heavy belly hung low almost to my knees, getting in the way of my legs. I was unable to see the ground a good three feet in front of me due to my stomach so I primed myself to be ready for a stumble.

Behind me I heard leaves and branches crushing as Robert began to follow me. I turned back, expecting to see him running after me but he was only walking, taking big purposeful strides and he was catching up fast. I was already tired and panting from the exertion of moving myself so "quickly" in my condition but as I heard Robert get even closer, I knew I had to make a break for it.

I forced my legs to take longer, faster steps, the bottom of my stomach not making it easy. I turned back once more and saw Robert right behind me just as my foot caught on something, sending me towards the ground.

As I fell forward, I felt a great force pulling me from behind. Robert had caught me and had one arm wrapped around my shoulders, the other reached around my stomach. As I continued to fall, I braced for impact, expecting to land right on my belly but right before I was about to hit the ground, Robert used his strength to turn me and take the impact himself.

I ended up on my back, the impact cushioned by Robert who lay underneath me, his arms still wrapped protectively around me.

I heard a groan and mumbling come from beneath me but nothing discernible. I lay there, pinned down by my belly, catching my breath.

"I said get off of me!" Robert yelled from below. "I can't breathe!"

"Tell me what you're going to do to me first!" I demanded, squirming around on top of Robert, causing him even more discomfort.

"I," he gasped. "Can't breathe!  I'll tell you just get up!  I'm not gonna hurt you I promise!"

"Fine," I groaned. I would have to get off of Robert eventually and I didn't want to kill him or anything, that would just add to my problems, plus he said he wasn't going to hurt me and I either had to believe him or face the inevitable as it was obvious I wouldn't be able to get away.

I rolled myself off of Robert, onto my knees and turned to face him. Once my heavy body was off of him, he took deep breaths, filling his lungs with the air he was lacking. His face was red as he looked at me, his eyes slightly bulging.

"Damn," he gasped. "You're fucking heavy."

"350 lbs.," I shrugged, eying him with suspicion. "Tell me what's going on," I demanded.

He didn't move, he stayed on his back still catching his breath. Finally he spoke.

"Alright look," he said. "I was sent to kill you. The company is worried that you know too much and they wanted yo taken care of."

"So what's stopping you?" I asked. "I know you have a gun," I said, pointing to the holster on his hip.

"I can't do it," he sighed. "It's not right. You're pregnant," he said as he sat up. "I wouldn't be just killing you, I'd be killing six innocent babies as well.  Plus, this isn't what I signed up for," he said, picking up a small stone and throwing it at a tree. "I signed up to be a security agent, not a murderer."

"So what are you going to do?" I asked. "I know I've been watched the whole time, I know there are cameras in the bungalow, how do I know there aren't cameras out here?"

"There are cameras in the bungalow," Robert confirmed. "As well as in the truck," he said, nodding toward the idling SUV. "But not out here."

"So," I said slowly. "What are you going to do?"

"I've got a plan," he said as he stood, reaching his hand down to me to help me up. "But we have to be quick," he said. "Do you trust me?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, reaching out for his hand.

"I am your choice," he said as he helped me up, both of us sweating. "Your only choice."
Chapter 5:

"Alright so we're clear on everything right?" Robert asked once he'd finished telling me his plan.

"Clear," I nodded. "No noise when we get back to the truck."

"No noise now," Robert corrected me. "No noise, no movement, no nothing when we get back to the truck.  Got it?"

I nodded my understanding.

"Alright," Robert said unholstering his gun. "Cover your ears."

I did as instructed and Robert fired two shots into a nearby tree. The company was waiting to hear what they thought were the shots fired into my head. I shuddered at the thought.

Once Robert had fired the shots, it was time for the next part of our act.

"Are you sure about this?" I whispered, even though we were still far enough out of earshot of the truck for the cameras and listening devices not to pick up our conversation. "I'm a little heavy to carry."

"I know," Robert chuckled. "But we've got to make this credible. Plus I'm a strong guy," he said.

"Well," I said quietly. "Just don't decide you're gonna kill me after you throw your back out," I joked.

"Hopefully it won't come to that," Robert laughed as he scooped me into his arms. "Shit," he grunted as he repositioned my body. "You really are heavy," he said as he awkwardly carried me back to the truck.

Although I wanted to ask him how much he thought he would weigh if he was pregnant with six babies, I didn't risk speaking now that we were getting closer to the truck. Luckily for Robert I hadn't made it far during my attempted escape.

As we got close to the truck, I let my body go limp so it appeared that I really was dead. My arms and legs dangled from my body and moved freely with each step Robert took. Amazingly, even with me in his arms, Robert was able to open the truck's tailgate. Once opened, he placed  me into the cargo area. Through narrowed eyes I could see that there was a tarp, rope and cinder blocks in the back which the company had provided Robert with to carry out their plan of disposing my dead body in the ocean.

Robert closed the tailgate and got back into the driver's seat. As he turned the truck around, I heard his ear piece ring.

"Smith here," Robert answered as he drove. "Yes sir, it's done." He paused to listen to whoever he was speaking with as he drove on. "Very well sir."

We drove in silence, me bouncing around wildly as Robert raced up the trail. He had to make it appear that it didn't matter to him how fast he went now that I was "dead" and I had to make it seem that I really was dead, my body taking in every bump and rut without resistance. It was uncomfortable but it was better than the alternative.

I sighed quietly with relief as we bounced one final time back onto the paved road. Robert increased his speed over the smooth surface, slowing after a few minutes as he reached the compound's gates. He rolled to a stop at the guard house, showing the guard his badge and saying he would return the following day. Once he'd gotten clearance to leave Robert sped off, quickly getting on the expressway.

It was still early afternoon so there wasn't much traffic. The plan was for Robert to drive to the train station where his car was parked and we would switch vehicles there, leaving the company SUV in the commuter parking lot. Robert had never driven to work, always taking the train and walking the rest of the way so luckily the company had no idea what kind of car he had. Nor did they know his family owned a home in the Hamptons, which is where we were heading. With any luck, the company wouldn't find us, at least until I had delivered the babies and had a better chance at getting away from them on my own.

I felt Robert slow as he got off the expressway. Soon afterward we reached the station. Robert got a parking pass from the attendant and drove slowly through the lot, heading for the parking garage. Part of Robert's plan was to park the SUV as far away from his car as possible so that the company couldn't see our new form of escape.

Robert drove until he reached the top floor of the garage which was empty. He pulled into a spot, got out and came around back to get me out.
Robert looked around briefly to make sure no one else was around before opening the tail gate. Confident that the coast was clear, he opened it and quietly said, "Out!"

I got myself out of the truck as Robert walked briskly to the side door to retrieve my bag. As he did, his ear piece rang. "Shit!" he said, taking off the ear piece, throwing it on the ground before stepping on it. In turn he took his cell phone from his pocket and threw it off the side of the garage. "Should've done that before," he said as he came back to my side. "They'll know we stopped here.  Fuck I can't believe I forgot to get rid of my phone earlier."

"It's ok," I said as I tried to pull down the bottom of my shirt so that my stomach wasn't exposed. I was only partially successful. "Start walking," he said.

As I walked away, I turned to watch Robert pull a lighter from his pocket. He leaned into the car, struck the lighter and set the rear seat's floorboard on fire.

"Let's go," Robert said as he walked off quickly, carrying my bag.

"Hey!" I called waddling slowly after him. "The elevator's this way!" I said, pointing to the sign.

"No elevators," he shook his head. "Cameras," he explained. "We gotta take the stairs."

"Great," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey," he said walking back towards me. "No complaining from you," he said pointing at me. "I just left my job and put myself in a ton of danger for you!"

"I know, I know!" I said raising my hands. "Thank you," I said sincerely.

Robert looked at me for a moment before replying, his eyes traveling over my body. "Your welcome," he said with a small smile. "Now let's go."

We took a side stair well down to the bottom floor of the garage. The journey took much longer than it should've taken but in my condition stairs were not my friend. Robert was patient though and helped me down, even allowing me to pause briefly to catch my breath on one of the landings.

"Car's over here," he said as we reached the ground floor. "Sorry but I want you to get in the trunk at least until we get out of the station."

"You really think," I began, thinking it was crazy that he wanted me to get into the trunk but I stopped myself. "Nevermind, it's ok," I agreed.

We reached Robert's car, a new Mercedes E-class sedan, black on black with tinted windows.

"Wow," I said, running a hand over the smooth trunk lid. "Nice car."

"Thanks," he said as he opened the back door and threw in my bag.

Suddenly it donned on me that Robert was probably throwing away a really good job. Well good might not be the word, but at least lucrative.

Robert came around to the back of the car, looked around quickly and opened the trunk. "In," he commanded.

Getting into the trunk was no easy feat and it took some serious effort on both our parts. Before closing the lid, Robert asked me if I was comfortable. I gave him a look and we both laughed. "It won't be long," he smiled gently. "Promise."

For the first time this whole crazy day, I felt like I might actually survive this. Don't ask me why I felt that way as I was being shut into a trunk but I did.

Previously I'd felt so lost and worried, not knowing what was going to happen to me. And now, while I was still worried I felt comfort in the fact that I'd been "found" by Robert who for some reason, probably the fact that I really had no other choice, I believed in. He'd found me.
Chapter 6:

Robert kept his promise. After only a few minutes in the trunk, he pulled over and came to get me out. We were in the parking lot of a donut shop.

"God," I said as I got out. The fragrant donut smell filled my nose. "What I wouldn't give for a donut."

Robert laughed and looked at me like I was crazy as he dug through his pockets. "I'd get you one," he smiled. "But I don't have any cash and I don't want to use a card."

"Who said I only want one?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "And I've got cash," I said as I dug through my bag, coming out with a $20.00 bill from the was the doctor had given me. "I'll go in and get some," I said as I started waddling toward the shop. "You want a coffee?"

"Whoa! Hold on a second buddy!" Robert laughed, coming in front of me, stopping me by putting hand on either side of my belly. "You're not going in there like this!" he said, patting my belly for emphasis.

"Oh yeah," I said, looking down at my stomach. "Guess that would attract a lot of attention."

"Damn right!" Robert grinned. "Get in the car," he nodded. "I'll go get you a snack."

I was about to get in when I stopped. "Hold on a second," I laughed. "You wanna talk about attracting attention? When they come looking for us, they'll probably stop here," I said, pointing to the shop. "And when they go in and ask the clerk if they saw a massively pregnant guy or a guy that looks like he's in the Secret Service, they'll sure as hell remember you!" I said. "Didn't think about that did you?" I asked, once again raising my eyebrow.

"Shit," Robert said, looking down at himself. "Didn't think about that. I don't have any other clothes with me."

"Here," I said as I went back through my bag. "Put this on," I said, handing him the XL t-shirt I'd worn on my first day.

Robert removed his jacket and tossed it into the back seat. He quickly undid the button up he had on underneath and threw that in the car as well. He stood there in a bright, white wife beater as I took in his body. Every muscle I knew of was ripped and bulging along with some I hadn't even known to exist. He put his arms over his head as he pulled my shirt on, his chest and arms flexing and peaking as he did. The shirt fit him like a glove, tight in all the right places from his broad shoulders to his meaty pecs and down to his tapered waist. God he was hot!

"Why are you watching me?" he asked, blushing slightly as he realized he had an audience. "Get in the car will you?"

"Fine," I laughed as I got into the front seat. My stomach resting heavily on my legs while nearly reaching the dash.

As Robert walked away, I called after him through the open window. "Hey!"

"What?" he hissed.

"Quit walking like you have a stick up your ass! Be cool!" I smiled. "And I want a crueller!"

Robert rolled his eyes and continued toward the shop but this time with a little more swagger in his step and less like he had a stick up his butt.

I sat patiently in the car but always kept looking around. I wished Robert would hurry up!  I was still afraid that we'd be found at any minute.

After a few minutes, which felt like an eternity to me, Robert came out, arms full of drinks and donuts. He opened his door and handed the box to me.

"It was buy a dozen, get a half dozen free," he said as he took his seat.

"My lucky day!" I said with glee. While I'd been given excellent food during the study, it'd been forever since I had anything like a donut.

"I got you a Sprite too," he said, handing the beverage to me. "Know you can't have caffeine."

I looked over at him as he got himself situated, before starting the car. What kind of young guy knew pregnant people couldn't have caffeine? Not many I'd encountered.

Robert got back on the freeway, heading north toward the Hamptons. I'd wasted no time digging into the donuts and was on my third before either of us spoke.

"So," I said through a mouth full. "I know you know all about me."

"What makes you say that?" Robert asked, sipping his coffee.

"Oh come on," I said rolling my eyes. "I know I was being watched."

"You were," he confirmed.

"So you know about me," I nodded, taking another bite. "Now I wanna know about you. I want to know about my knight in shining armor."

Robert nearly spit out his coffee, choking on it momentarily before responding. "Knight in shining armor huh?" he laughed. "What do you wanna know?"

"How old are you?" I asked.

"24," he said, glancing over his shoulder before moving one lane to the left to overtake a slower car.

"24," I repeated. "That's young."

"And you're 20," he said, confirming my statement that he knew more about me than I did him. "That's even younger.  I can do math too you know?!"

"Impressive," I nodded. "Soon to be 21 mind you," I clarified as if that made a difference in the scheme of things.

"In three days," he said. Damn he really did know a lot.

"What kind of 24 year old has a brand new E-class?" I asked. "I mean this car's like $75,000.00!"

"The kind that had a really good job," he said with a snort.

"Hey," I said, reaching over and placing my hand on his arm. "I know I already said it, but thank you."

"For what?" he asked, looking down to my hand on his arm but saying nothing.  

"What do you mean for what?" I asked, not believing for one second that he didn't know what I was talking about. "For saving me that's what! For leaving your so called good job and doing the right thing."

"It's nothing," he shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee.

"It's not nothing," I said. "It's something really big and aside from saying thank you I really can't offer you anything to show how appreciative I am."

"You could offer me a donut," he said with a smile, glancing down at the box on top of my stomach.

"You want a donut huh?" I laughed. "You don't seem like the donut eating type," I said, giving his muscled arm a squeeze.

"I'm not," he laughed. "But what I wouldn't do for that Boston Creme right there," he nodded.

"Well," I said, picking up the donut he indicated. "As long as you don't kill me," I laughed. "Here," I said as I handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said before taking a bite. "Mmm," he moaned. "This is so fucking good!"

"Isn't it?" I laughed.

"Mmm," he continued moaning. The donut was gone in two more bites.


Chapter 7:

"We almost there?" I asked, rubbing my belly. We'd been driving for almost three hours.  "I gotta pee."

"Like 15 minutes," Robert said. "Can you hold it?"

"Yeah I can make it," I nodded before wincing as one of the babies kicked. They were getting restless in their confines.  "As long as these guys quit kicking me in the bladder!"

"I won't be mad if you pee your pants by accident," Robert winked, reaching over to rub my belly. He immediately felt the movement from within. "Gosh they're moving up a storm aren't they?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Not much room in there now," I said. "Especially in this position," I said indicating how my belly was squished into my seat from nearly every direction.

"Well we're just about there," Robert said as we turned off the expressway onto a smaller secondary road. "I was gonna go to the store to stock up the house first since there's nothing there but since you've gotta pee I'll drop you off."

"Are you embarrassed of being seen with me in public or something?" I asked with a laugh.

"Not embarrassed," Robert smiled. "But I don't want you out and about more than you have to be," he explained. "At least until things blow over with the company."

"Fair enough," I agreed. "I would cause quite a stir I guess, even in the Hamptons."

"You would," Robert giggled. "We're used to seeing stars out here but not young guys pregnant with six babies."

"Yeah wouldn't want one of the paparazzi getting a shot of me!" I laughed.

"Oh shit!" Robert said seriously. "I hadn't thought about that."

"I was only kidding," I laughed sheepishly. Suddenly I realized what I said could really happen and then I, I mean we would be screwed!

"Well luckily it's October," Robert said as he turned down a different road. "It's the slow season now so there's not many people here including the paps. They've all crawled back to their holes in the city."

"So where are we exactly?" I asked. I'd of course heard of the Hamptons and knew it was the summer playground of New York's rich and famous, but being neither, I'd never been there myself.

"Montauk," Robert said. "House is right up this street," he said pointing to the crossroad ahead.

"Isn't that where," I began as I looked out the window as we turned down Robert's street. "All the big houses are?" What I saw before me required no answer. The houses weren't big, they were massive!

"It's where some of them are," Robert smiled. "Ours is nothing special really."

"Nothing special?!?" I choked as we passed one multi-million dollar home after another. "I've never seen houses like this in real life!  Closest I've been to a house like this is watching MTV Cribs!"

"Oh they shot an episode of that there," Robert said as he pointed to a house out his window. "Some rapper, I dunno who owns it."

"What?!?" I gasped. "No way!  Come on tell me who!  I won't tell I promise," I said holding up my fingers like a boy scout. "Scouts honor!  I know, I know," I said rolling my eyes. "You're supposed to play it cool up in the Hamptons and not care if you see anyone famous or know where they live but just tell me will ya?!?"

"Calm down champ!" Robert laughed. "I'd tell you but I honestly don't remember who it is." This I found hard to believe and it could easily be construed that Robert was just trying to brush it off like he himself was too important or too rich to care who lived near him but at the same time he really didn't come off that way. He came off like it really didn't matter to him and just didn't know.  

We drove further down the street coming closer to the ocean. I rolled my window down and heard the crashing surf in the distance. The closer we got to the beach, the bigger the houses got.

We reached the cul-de-sac at the end of the street and pulled up the driveway at the far end, the house closest to the ocean out of all the houses on the street. The landscaping was lush even in October with various beach grasses and shrubbery while the driveway was paved with crushed seashells and coral.

"Robert," I gasped as the house came into view. "This is it?"

"This is it," he said as he pulled the car into the circle in front of the house.

"This is," I began, struggling to find the words I wanted to use.  "It's amazing."

"Thanks," he smiled sheepishly. "I hate when people react like this," he said.

"Why?" I asked, opening my door.

"Because I dunno," Robert said as he climbed out and quickly came around to help me out of my seat. "It's just what I'm used to. My parents are big movie producers and it's just how I grew up."

"I wish I'd grown up this way," I laughed. "If I had, I wouldn't have had to do this," I said, pointing to my belly.
"Well believe me," Robert said as he helped me up the front steps. "It's not all it's cracked up to be."

I meant to ask what he meant by that but at that moment Robert unlocked the front door and showed me in. If the outside of the house was impressive, the inside was incredible and literally took the breath and the words from my mouth.


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