Steve couldn't believe what had happened to him. Thanks to the magic book they found in that creepy old house, his family had been forced to change time and time again. What was worse, was that sometime ago something happened that left him as the only one aware of the changes to reality. He had been a baby for so long, so he was relieved to at least be an adult again, but he would have picked literally anyone else besides a pregnant lady.
As the changes happened he instantly found himself barfing in the toilet. He was holding his long blond hair back in one hand, while his other was caressing a large stomach. Steve managed to calm down long enough to look at himself. He had massive breasts, but despite this his stomach was so large it was still peeking out from beyond his tits. He stood up warily and got a look at himself in the mirror, seeing a slightly younger, female version of himself looking extremely tired. She was very late into pregnancy as well.
He rubbed his stomach feeling a massive array of emotions, likely due to his new pregnancy hormones. He wondered who it was gestating inside of him. Was it one of his kids or his wife? He just didn't know, tearing up a bit as he wondered. "No." He thought to himself. "Dammit Steve you're a man. Now get a hold of yourself, walk into that room, and grab that damned book."
Steve trudged into the living room, clutching his pregnant stomach as he did so. His triumphant march turned into more of a waddle as he walked in on two men talking to one another. He recognized one immediately as Alan, but all grown up. He was putting out a cigarette while awkwardly laughing. The man next to Alan was yelling at him about something, but in a more frustrated than furious kind of way.
At first, Steve wasn't sure who it was, until he finally recognized him as a male version of the receptionist from Steve's job. He started to wonder why he was here when he turned to look at Steve and smiled.
"There's my beautiful glowing wife!" He said wholeheartedly.
Steve felt a mild popping sensation in his groin, likely caused from the shock of what he heard. Water began to trickle down his maternity dress, and the blood rushed from his face. Steve suddenly realized what was going on, and wanted to scream. The two men standing in front of him also looked surprised, before the former receptionist ran over to give him a hand.
"Oh boy! Here we go!" Clark yelled. "Stay calm honey, we've done this before. Let's get you to the hospital."
"Wa-wait!" Steve yelled. "Wait that book! I need that book!"
"Honey you're just stressed. You don't need a book we need to go." Clark calmly ordered. "Alan, text the guys and let them know poker's off. Oh, and when Mark gets home can you watch him for me?"
"Sure thing man." Alan happily agreed.
Clark, holding his wife "Stephanie" by the hand, loaded his wife into the car before driving off towards the hospital. About a minute later, Mark and Tony walked into the house with confused looks on their faces.
"Oh, hello Mr. Donaldson." Mark greeted.
"Hey there Mark! And please, I've told you, you can call me Uncle Alan!" Alan happily replied.
"Uh, sure." Mark awkwardly shrugged. "My Mom went into labor."
"Yeah I know." Alan said.
"Do you know why she was yelling about a book or something?" He asked.
"Oh, that. Yeah sometimes women just get a little crazy during pregnancy you know?" He said. "Eh, you'll know when you get married to a nice lady yourself. "
"...Yeah..." Mark awkwardly replied.
Tony shifted a little uncomfortably, making Alan notice.
"Oh sorry, I haven't introduced myself. Hey kid my name's Alan, what's yours?" He asked.
"Tony." The skinny Italian boy meekly answered.
"Nice to meet you Tony." Alan said before lighting another cigarette and walking into the kitchen to grab a beer.
Tony and Mark both shared glances before looking at their feet. They had just started dating, but neither had come out to anyone yet. Mark knew Alan was a little uncomfortable with the subject, so Mark had told him not to say anything. The boys just watched him drink before Tony noticed the book sitting on the table.
"Is this the book Mrs. Jones was yelling about?" Tony asked.
"Mmhmm." Alan muffled through his soda.
Tony stared at it in confusion. Something about it was calling to him, but he didn't know why.