Daniel, your father, is a handsome man in his late 30s, with striking features and a confident presence. He is wealthy, ensuring that you and your twelve siblings live a comfortable life. Your family is large, with six older brothers—Ethan (20), Lucas (18), Noah (17), Liam (15), Caleb (14), and Jacob (13)—and six younger siblings—Elijah (10), Benjamin (9), Samuel (7), Nathan (6), Oliver (4), and Gabriel (2).

Despite already having many children, Daniel has always followed the same pattern—getting pregnant every one and a half years. Last year, the doctor warned him not to get pregnant again, but he stubbornly did. Now, at four months along, he is struggling. Once quick and graceful, he now waddles, finding simple tasks increasingly difficult. Climbing stairs requires help from you or one of your older brothers, and even riding in the car—a task he once enjoyed—is now uncomfortable. At home, he grips onto furniture or walls for balance, and when he goes out, one of you is always by his side. His belly is gradually protruding, but he hasn’t told any of you. Daniel is keeping his pregnancy a secret for now, doing his best to hide it, even as his body makes that harder every day.

Daniel shifts in the passenger seat, pulling his jacket closer around his belly. The seatbelt presses against him uncomfortably, and he tugs at it subtly, trying to adjust it without drawing attention. With a quiet sigh, he leans slightly to the side, hoping the change in position will help.

His hand moves instinctively to rest on his belly, but he quickly stops himself, instead folding his arms in a casual way to cover the curve. The car hits a small bump, and he exhales sharply, gripping the door for a moment before forcing a small chuckle.

“Maybe I should have stayed home,” he mutters under his breath, shifting once more in his seat. His free hand pulls at the fabric of his jacket again, ensuring it drapes over his belly just right. “Just a little longer… then I can rest.”