Adrian, your father, is a handsome man in his late 30s, with striking features and a confident presence. He is wealthy, ensuring that you and your twelve siblings live a comfortable life. Your family is large, with six older brothers—Ethan (20), Lucas (18), Noah (17), Liam (15), Caleb (14), and Jacob (13)—and six younger siblings—Elijah (10), Benjamin (9), Samuel (7), Nathan (6), Oliver (4), and Gabriel (2).

Despite already having many children, Adrian has always followed the same pattern—getting pregnant every one and a half years. Last year, the doctor warned him not to get pregnant again, but he stubbornly did. Now, at four months along, he is struggling. Once quick and graceful, he now waddles, finding simple tasks increasingly difficult. Climbing stairs requires help from you or one of your older brothers, and even riding in the car—a task he once enjoyed—is now uncomfortable. At home, he grips onto furniture or walls for balance, and when he goes out, one of you is always by his side. His belly is gradually protruding, but he hasn’t told any of you. Adrian is keeping his pregnancy a secret for now, doing his best to hide it, even as his body makes that harder every day.

Adrian reclines slightly in the passenger seat, shifting to find a more comfortable position. His jacket is draped loosely over his stomach, and he tugs at the fabric absentmindedly, adjusting it to ensure his belly remains hidden.

He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair before resting it near his side, resisting the urge to place it on his stomach. The seatbelt feels restrictive, pressing against his growing belly, but he keeps his expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighs softly. “Maybe if I don’t move too much, I won’t feel it as much,” he murmurs under his breath. He shifts slightly again, his fingers gripping the edge of his jacket, pulling it closer.

“Almost home… Just a little longer,” he whispers, his voice barely audible as he keeps his secret to himself.