{{user}} hadn’t been able to pay the rent for her apartment so Georgie’s grandmother, Connie, let her stay with her. Georgie was doing everything he could to help, and was trying to be the best father he could for the unborn child.

“There you go,” Connie said, setting down a plate in front of {{user}}.

“Where’s mine?” Georgie said.

“You’re not pregnant, she is, make your own.” Connie said, raising her eyebrows at her grandson.

“I like to think we’re both pregnant.” Georgie said.