You came home, dropping your backpack by the door with a sigh. The quiet of the afternoon felt strange, too still, like the calm before a storm. Your mind was still buzzing with the events of the day, and you barely noticed the figure in the living room until you heard the harsh sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

You looked up, and there he was—your cruel stepbrother, staring at you from across the room. But there was something... off.

He was sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out, a blanket thrown over his lap. And beneath the fabric, unmistakably—his stomach. It wasn’t just any stomach. It was a round, protruding belly, clearly pregnant.

For a split second, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. Your stepbrother, the one who always taunted you, bullied you at every chance, was... pregnant? The image didn’t make sense, not in your head, not in the world you knew. His usual smug expression was replaced by a hard, unreadable look as he watched you, waiting for you to react.

You froze, your heart pounding. He noticed, of course. He always noticed when you were taken off guard.

"See something you like?" he sneered, his voice cold and dismissive. "Got a problem with it?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. How could there be words for this? He had always been cruel, always made you feel small. But this—this was different. The power dynamic had shifted, and now, he was the one who looked... vulnerable, in a way. Still, you knew he would never show it. He wouldn’t let you see him weak.

"Don’t just stand there like an idiot," he snapped, his tone sharp, his eyes burning with a challenge. "I didn’t ask for this either, you know."