“What’s…” Darren looked down. His jaw dropped. “What the hell is that?” he screamed.
“That’s what I’m asking!” Andrew shouted. Darren placed a hand on his stomach. His eyes widened.
“I felt something kick.”
“Something…oh, shit, dude, I think you’re pregnant,” Andrew whispered.
“But- but how?” Darren demanded.
“I don’t know!” Andrew shouted back. The screaming match was cut off by Mark walking into the room. Mark walked over to Darren, kissed him on the cheek, then placed a hand on Darren’s stomach.
“I can’t wait for our miracle to be born,” he cooed. He went into the bathroom. Darren stared after him.
“What the-” Darren shook his head. “Something weird is going on.”
“Yeah, I agree.” Andrew took off the necklace he had just gotten in the mail. He looked down at his reflection in it. After a moment, he stood up. And nearly tipped over. “What!” Andrew looked down. Just like Darren, he now had a baby bump. However, his was even bigger. He looked over at Darren. Darren raised an eyebrow at him.
“Why are you so surprised? Mark got you pregnant ages ago.”
“Wh- no he didn’t!”
“Yes, he did. The thing we need to focus on is how I got pregnant.”
“But- dude, I wasn’t pregnant before! The same thing that happened to you just happened to me!” Andrew said. Darren frowned.
“But I remember you finding out you were pregnant, then finding out it was twins, then-”
“Twins?!”
“Yeah. Two girls.” Darren looked at Andrew. “You really don’t remember?”
“No! Whatever’s going on, making people pregnant, it makes other people think that it didn’t just happen, that it’s been going on for a while.” Andrew let out a grunt of pain.
“You all right?” Darren asked. Andrew sat back down.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a twinge for a second there.”
“…Oh.”
“What?”
“Well, you are nearly full term,” Darren said slowly. Andrew gaped at him. “You might be getting close to labor.”
“La- oh god.” Andrew rubbed his enormous baby bump. “Hang on, what happened to my girlfriend?”
“Oh, you’re still with her. She was upset when you got pregnant from Mark, but then she met Mark and understood. You have an arrangement.” Mark walked back into the room. He went over to Andrew, kissed the top of his head, then rubbed his baby bump.
“Hey there, Mr. Incubator. How are my twins doing?” he crooned. “You’re getting pretty close to delivery.” Andrew felt another pang of pain. He forced a smile at Mark.
“Doing great,” he managed.