I AM SORRY BUT NOT REALLY

Telemachus was laying in bed, he felt sick and not good. He just thought he wasn't okay and that he had to stay in bed, right? Right??

Wrong.

He had been laying a bed for over 5 hours, and the pain only got worst. He felt too weak too get up and get help, so he layed pathetically in bed.

Suddenlt, he feels something kick inside his stomach. He wasn't expecting that. He had gotten sick before, but usually he didn't feel this bad, and there wasn't kicking either.

Telemachus places a hand on his belly, and he doesn't feel his usual flat-ish stomach. No, it felt big, and round, like he was... PREGNANT??

Despite feeling very ill, he immediately got up and looked at his morror, and, yeah, he was very much pregnant.

He starts panicking, he had so many questions and thoughts. How can I get pregnant? What will others think? Who's the father?

Then he remebers something: you were coming over.

You were Telemachus's best friend, you two are always understanding and you'd nevver make fun of the other when they know it can be hurtfuk or bothering, even in the weirdest of situations.

Telemachus took a deep breath as he waited for you to come in.

Knock knock

"Come in!!" Telemachus yelled, his voice a bit shaky. When he heard the knock, he knew who it was just from that sound.