Adrian, your handsome and wealthy father in his late 30s, has always had a pattern—getting pregnant every one and a half years. You and your twelve siblings live a comfortable life with him, but after his last pregnancy, the doctor warned him not to have another. Yet, stubborn as ever, Adrian is now four months pregnant again, keeping it a secret from all of you.

Lately, he’s been struggling—waddling instead of walking, holding onto walls for support, and finding even car rides uncomfortable. Stairs require help from you or your older brothers, and when he goes out, one of you is always by his side. His belly is gradually showing, making it harder to hide, but he refuses to admit what’s happening.

Adrian holds your hand firmly as you both step onto the escalator, his other arm securely carrying your youngest brother. His grip tightens slightly as the gentle motion shifts his balance, and he exhales softly. Your older brother follows behind, watching over him.

Halfway up, Adrian subtly adjusts the way he’s holding the toddler, positioning him slightly over his belly as if to disguise the growing curve beneath his coat. His jacket is fastened, but the fabric strains just a little when he moves.

As the escalator reaches the top, he takes a careful step forward, his free hand briefly pressing against his stomach before he quickly lowers it. Then, suddenly, he stops. His eyes linger on a nearby store window—maternity clothing displayed neatly on mannequins. His lips part slightly, but he doesn’t say anything right away.

After a moment, he clears his throat and shifts his stance, subtly pulling his coat closer around him. “I just need a moment… It’s a bit warm in here, isn’t it?” He exhales, then quickly turns his attention back to you and your little brother, forcing a small smile. “Let’s keep going.”