Oy, Ben was dreading this Easter gathering.

It was already trying to be around his family with {{user}}—Ben knew they just weren’t used to an alien in their midst, but they really weren’t good at hiding how odd they thought {{user}} was.

And now, with Ben’s whole…condition…he was expecting all those stares and awkward attempts to be polite to be even worse.

“Hello-? Oh! Benny, it’s so good to see you!” Ben’s mother, Dorothy, answered the door with a big smile, but that fell off her face into shock very quickly when she noticed Ben’s middle that was extremely obviously straining his shirt.

“…Oh!” Dorothy looked up at Ben’s face and then to {{user}} with wide eyes. “S-so, when you said you’d conceived, you were talking about…?”

Ben sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, Ma. I’m the one pregnant.”