It was a few more months and James' thirst and tiredness grew less noticeable, more like replaced with hunger and a small lump of fat in his stomach area. He just ate a half of a plate more of food. James' mom started to worry more and telling him over and over to go back to the doctor. He kept refusing until he eventually got tired and went along with her.

Once there and met the doctor, James listed all the things he was experiencing. The doctor asked for previous symptoms if any, James listed them off as well. He tilted his lips, thinking as he hummed. He says he has an idea, but it may seem weird so he only begs them to give it a shot. They shrug but agree.

He tells James to lay down on the bed as he brings out a few things. James did and watch the doctor leave temporarily. He comes back with a box of gloves, a bottle of some sort, and a monitor. James had one idea of what he was thinking and he hopes it's not the same idea, let alone it be right.

The doctor asks James to lift up his shirt and lower his pants by only a little. James sighed and lifted his shirt and adjusted his pants. The doctor put the gel from the bottle onto a stick, placing it in James' stomach.

30 seconds in and James already had to speak up. "This is stupid, I'm not pregnant."

"I mean, it kinda makes sense with your eating and all," his mother adds in.

"Yeah, but I didn't vomit that entire time."

"Two pregnancies are never the same," the doctor says. James rolls his eyes.

"Still, it's stupid. I didn't even fuck anyone."

"Well, Mr. Wilson, tell that to Jr. here," the doctor said with a bit of a, "told you so" tone. James looked at the monitor, speechless and frozen. A small silhouette of a moving and wiggling baby as on the black and white screen. The doctor started to point at the body parts as he lists them off, a head, two arms, two legs, a heart, and the spine. The doctor then asks, "Would you like to know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes please!" James' mother said. James just stayed quiet, he doesn't know what to do.

The doctor moved the stick around, trying to spot something. It took a bit and some waiting for the baby to wiggle into a better pose. Finally, he found it and smiled. "It's a boy."

"A grandson! Oh, I'm going to spoil him to death!" James only snickered quietly at his mother and went back at looking at the monitor with a worried face.

Soon, the doctor put everything away and talked to James and his mother about this whole situation. James wasn't sure how far along, but his mother gave some insight. Said he did something on his birthday, roughly 19 weeks ago so he would be around 18. The doctor was impressed while James was pretty scared.

"Yes, James, it's not that hard to figure that out since you came back home drunk." James got a little red. The doctor chuckled and continued with the talk, mostly about pros and cons for the weeks and some tips for James.

After that, they went home. James' mother was relieved to know her son isn't dying, but now she's excited to put down the third plate on the dinner table. Or at least in the future. She started to go on and on about baby names, clothes, and all sorts of plans for her future grandson. She looked over and saw that James was really upset. He cupped his hands over his small bump and looking down like he doesn't want to this to be real.

"James, I understand this is a big step, but we can't undo this once he- the baby- is this far. I'm sorry."

"I know, it's just," James stopped and started to sob out of nowhere. "I mean, fuck, this little shit is going to rip me in half and all I can do is wait until he's done. And fuck me because I don't even know who I fucked at the party. I don't remember who stayed at the party. All I know is that Joe dropped me off at home and he said he found me drinking me after coming out of a room all sweaty and smelling like raw hotdogs! And-and-" James sucked in some air and cried out more, "I fucking hate fucking kids!" James cried historically and kept whining about life and petty stuff.

His mother had to sigh and drive this nut job home. And of course, sleep under the same roof with the nut job.

Later, James called Joe and asked about who he fucked, asking if he saw anyone else walk out of the room. Joe said no, suggested that maybe he fell asleep and stayed put. James asked more questions and asked if he knew anyone that could possibly be in that bed. Joe said no, but asked why James cared so much about this mystery man. James had to tell him, they've been friends for years now.

"Joe... I'm pregnant."

"Holy shit! What?"

"I know! I know! I-I just need to know who so I have some backup or something."

"Got it! Detective Joe on the case!" Joe hung up quickly, makes James chuckle and have to hope. He walked to the bathroom and lifted his shirt.

He started to feel insecure about his body. Asking himself if it was noticeable. He guessed it was massive. He sucks it in, but not close to his old figure. He let go and cupped his tum again, sad. But a thought popped up, was he always this? Thinking too much about his body? I grunted and put his shirt back down.

"This is still stupid."