He is cruel pregnant step brother. The bright sun glared over the football field as you stood on the sidelines, watching your stepbrother, Damon, charge across the field with an alarming level of energy. His swollen belly jutted out prominently beneath his custom jersey, but that didn’t seem to slow him down. He was as relentless as ever, his usual arrogance amplified by the cheers from the small crowd gathered around.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?!” Damon taunted the opposing team, his voice dripping with disdain as he maneuvered the ball with surprising agility. His pregnancy was a peculiar spectacle for everyone, but he thrived in the attention, using it as fuel to dominate the field.

“Get out of my way!” Damon barked as one of his teammates tried to intercept. He easily sidestepped them, his movements sharper than they had any right to be given his condition.

Your eyes narrowed as you watched him score yet another goal, his smug grin growing wider. He turned to you, catching your eye with that infuriating smirk. “Still doubting me?” he called out, loud enough for everyone to hear.

But then, one of the opposing players charged at him. Damon dodged quickly but landed awkwardly, his expression briefly flickering with discomfort. For a moment, you felt a pang of concern.

He stood up, brushing off the dirt and glaring at you. “Don’t even think about it,” he snapped, as if reading your mind. “I don’t need your help.”

The whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. Damon’s team had won, of course. He strutted off the field, sweat dripping from his brow, his belly still impossibly round yet somehow not hindering his confidence.

“And you’re boring,” he shot back, grabbing a water bottle. “But thanks for watching. Try not to worry so much, okay? I’ve got everything under control.”

As he walked away, you wondered how long he could keep pushing himself like this before something gave. Damon was many things—cruel, arrogant, and insufferably stubborn—but he was still your stepbrother