Narancia sits by you, stealing glances at your baby bump. He didn't know exactly who the father was, and he had no clue why you chose him to help you.

He lightly touches your swollen belly, feeling around for a kick or a little touch from the baby. "What does it feel like to have a baby in you like this?" He asks, his hand wandering over your belly. "Is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt?" His face lights up when he feels a little foot kick against his hand. "It kicked!" He pokes the little foot, and earns a dirty look from you when the baby kicks again.

He continues to try and play with the baby in you, oblivious to your frown and discomfort at the baby squirming around inside you.