Tentacle Date Pt 3
They were getting bigger, you were sure of it now. Tugging the tail of your shirt down for the umpteenth time, you waddled your way into the kitchen to find something to eat. Going in public was such a strain on you, trying to negotiate the stores with such a huge belly. All the while you felt like everyone was staring at you.
You were in a bit of a tight spot now, though. What little savings you had set back had gone into your rent. Now you were down to maybe $100 to your name. As though the world enjoyed mocking you with bad luck, when you’d called a local agency to ask about surrendering children for adoption, they had informed you they only took human children, directing you to another agency that might help. You’d looked into them but…something about their facilities and reviews online made it sound like they weren’t that great. Poor living conditions, allegations of skimming state funding for non-related purchases, not to mention the place it was in was an awful part of town.
Sitting on your couch, you shifted back until your belly rested on the cushions beneath you. Your skin bulged outward as one of them moved, shifting and stretching their various limbs. Despite the momentary discomfort, you poked at the spot and chuckled when another bump pushed against you.
As you ate a meager meal, your mind drifted, and something occurred to you. There was a third option…getting in touch with their “father” or whatever he was and making him take them. The idea of seeing him again made you almost physically ill, but..the alternatives weren’t great either.
You were just about to pick up your phone to message one of the friends who’d set you two up when you heard a knock at the door. Cursing, you shouted ‘just a second’ and slowly got to your feet. Your back complained as you hobbled to the door and opened it.
And there he was…
He looked a little tired, probably just barely better than you yourself looked. His skin was almost sickly looking and the rich blue of his mantle was rather dull. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, eyes drifting down to your huge belly. You could see his chest tremble as his breath caught in his throat. Finally his gaze came to yours.
“….Hi.” How eloquent.
“I should slam the door right now,” you said. Gripping the door tightly, you realized you hadn’t entirely ruled out that possibility.
“I know. You should.” His gaze flicked away, falling to the floor to study the tiles behind you. “You have every right…for what I’ve done to you.” He explained that your friends had contacted him a couple of days ago. Apparently they were concerned for your well being and hoped he could help. You tried to fold your arms and look unimpressed, but gave up when you realized they rested directly on your stomach now.
“What makes you think I WANT your help?” you snapped.
“You /need/ it,” he emphasized. “At least…” He sighed heavily and shook his head. “Let me help you until the children are born and you get back on your feet.”
The sincerity in his voice was annoying. You knew he was genuinely sorry for what had happened, there was no doubt about that. You needed the help, and this was all his fault.
“Fine,” you said, waving your hand. “But don’t think this means I’ve forgiven you or anything.” Fixing him with a hard look, you tilted your head. “How much longer is this going to go on anyway?”
“Probably another six weeks.”
“Six w-!” You put a hand to your head and hobbled back to sit down. He followed, leaning on the back of the couch to watch you. “Are they going to keep getting bigger?!”
“Probably not,” he said, shaking his head a little. His eyes stayed on your belly now. “Least not a lot.”
“That’s SO comforting, thank you.” One of the things moved and thumped at your belly again. Rubbing your temples, you shifted into the corner of the couch and leaned back. This was going to be such a long 6 weeks.
(Very slice of lifey I know. This story kinda took on a life of it’s own. The characters even have names now! His name is Darren and “your” name is Jamie, as suggested by my readers <3 -Nona)