He is your cruel pregnant step brother. The football field was alive with activity as players ran drills, stretching and practicing passes. Among them, your stepbrother, Damon, stood out like a storm cloud in a sunny sky. His swollen belly was unmistakable, curving out beneath his jersey, but Damon didn’t care about the odd looks or hushed whispers from teammates and onlookers.

With a scowl on his face and his usual cocky stride, he sprinted across the field, barking orders at his team. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he deftly controlled the ball with sharp, practiced movements. He wasn’t just keeping up—he was dominating.

As the coach blew the whistle to start a passing drill, Damon was already moving, cutting through the field with ease. He ignored the occasional twinge in his back, brushing off his condition like it was nothing. His teammates hesitated to challenge him too aggressively, unsure how to handle the unique situation, but Damon was quick to sneer at their hesitation.

“Stop holding back!” his actions seemed to say as he sent the ball sailing into the net with a clean, precise kick. His confidence radiated, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of irritation as you watched from the sidelines.

Despite the growing weight he carried, Damon moved like a force of nature, as if determined to prove to everyone—and perhaps himself—that nothing could slow him down.

“Spare me the concern. I’ll push as hard as I want. If that bothers you, maybe stop watching.”