After he returns, you talk about what else he got up to on his travels.

He returned about ten minutes later, dressed now in his more typical lounging around the house style. A pair of loose blue sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. Clearly trying his best to hide his bump. Asking then, "You want a soda or something?" To which you nodded an affirmative. "...Or you can have a beer if you like. I've got a few in the fridge and it's not like I can really drink them anymore. Not like this." His gaze lowering then over his pregnant form.

You could see how bummed out he was by this. Having, since becoming an adult, frequently indulged (some might even say over-indulged) in the drinking of ****. No longer being able to do so due to the fact that he was now pregnant being somewhat of a shift for him.

"Nah, that's okay," you told him. Showing solidarity and not really feeling like one either just now. "A soda'll be fine thanks."

"No problem," he replied. Disappearing again into the kitchen to fetch some drinks. Leaving you all alone again with the various boxes that now surrounded you. Your curiosity getting the better of you this time as you leaned over from your position on the couch and peered into one.

"So what is all this stuff in the boxes anyway?" you asked him. Spotting what looked like a collection of books and trinkets in amongst a pile of clothes. "Did Miss. Card's parents give you all of her stuff they had or something?" That being what it looked like from here. Some of the books looking to be about a decade or so old. Notebooks and scribble pads and the like.

"Nah, not everything," he called back a second later. "Just a few things they thought might be useful." Appearing again with two sodas in hand as he continued, "The rest of it stuff they went out and bought after I told them about the pregnancy. Mostly maternity wear and shit like that. You know, like the dress I was wearing. Clothes that will stretch." Adding then as he passed you a glass, "Wouldn't even let me pay for it either. Said it was their "gift to me"."

"Wow. That's pretty cool of them."

"Yeah," he agreed. Sitting down on the armchair nearby. This position causing his stomach to appear a little more pronounced beneath his sweatshirt. Your eyes immediately being drawn to it. Though thankfully he didn't seem to notice. "They also gave me some other stuff as well. Baby stuff."

"Oh... Really?"

"Yeah. Two of those boxes are all like baby clothes and toys and shit. Stuff they had left over from when Laura was young. As well as a few new things."

"New things?" you questioned. This most definitely being of interest. Seeing as there was only one reason why they'd be buying him baby stuff that you could fathom. "So does... does that mean that you've decided that you're, you know, keeping it?" It sounding a lot like that to you.

Randall however shook his head. Immediately squashing this theory.

"No. No way," he said. "I still haven't decided anything yet. They just want me to be prepared I think, either way. Though they've made it pretty obvious that they don't want me to give it up for adoption."

"So they want you to keep it?"

"Well ideally, yeah. It is their grand kid after all. But they said that they'd also be willing to take care of it themselves. You know, kinda raise it for me."

Shit, you thought. Having not even considered this as a possibility. It making sense that Miss. Card's parents would definitely not want their very first ever grandchild to be given away to a complete stranger. Imagining that must be a pretty hard pill to swallow. But still, it was a pretty good out for Randall you figured if he wanted to take it. That was provided of course that Miss. Card's parents were up for the challenge of raising a baby...

"Do... do you think they'll be able to?" you then asked him. Not really knowing anything about them at all. "They're not like too old or anything for that?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. Seemingly not having an answer for this either. "They've got to be at least in their late 50's, early 60's. But even still, I'm not sure how easy that'd be for me. They are technically my parents now, so it's not like they'd be completely out of the picture. I'd still have to see it and stuff. Which would be weird."

"Yeah, I guess it would," you nodded. Thinking to yourself, So much for that idea. Figuring that in this case, the most sensible option would probably be to put the baby up for adoption and sever all ties straight off the bat. Putting this then to Randal.

His reply was less than conclusive. Staring off into the middle distance slightly as he softly uttered, "Maybe..." As if becoming lost in a daze. It being pretty clear anyway that he was still very much conflicted. Not knowing what to do for the best. "Anyway, can we change the subject?" he then asked, looking slightly uncomfortable again. "I don't really want to talk about all that kinda stuff right now."

You didn't want to push him. Needing to let him take his time to make a decision himself. Even though part of you was still kinda hurt about it not being yours, and really didn't like the idea of him having someone else's. Even if that someone else was now out of the picture. This decision was going to alter his entire life after all. And while you were pretty sure if it was you, you'd ship the thing off to the first person who'd have it as soon as humanly possible, you honestly didn't have the first clue what was currently going on inside Randall's head right now, or how you would really react. It being an impossible situation to imagine.

Replying, "Sure. No problem." You decided to find out instead what else he'd been up to during his month off. What places he visited and what things he did. Curious to know if he had indeed gone to that old camping site his parents used to take him to when he was younger. As it turned out he had. Though instead of camping he'd found a motel nearby. Having spent a couple of days there just wandering around, before moving onto the next place. From the sounds of it, having used his time away to clear his head and do a bit of soul searching. He had also, while staying with Miss. Card's folks, taken a visit to the gynecologist. Just as Dr. Saunders had advised. Mrs. Card having booked the appointment for him and pretty much **** him to go.

"Yeesh. And how...how was that?" you asked, rather reticently. Not entirely sure you wanted to know.

"Pretty much as awful as you can imagine," he told you. Describing it then. "I had to lay there with my legs open while some stranger poked about inside my pussy. Shoved her fingers in and everything."

This last part did peek your interest however. "Her? So it was a woman?"

"Yeah. Thank Christ. Though to be honest, I'm not entirely sure it would have been all that much worse if it was a dude."

"But still... a woman, dude," you pushed. Your mouth breaking into a smirk. "A woman had her fingers inside you. You're like a total lesbo now!" Chuckling softly.

"Fuck you!" he grinned. Being unable to help himself. "It totally wasn't like that dude. It wasn't fucking sexy at all. It was really awkward and as embarrassing." Kind of figuring this. But still, thinking that the idea of it was pretty hot. Picturing some sort of scene out of a porno or something, with a really sexy female doctor, as apposed to the harsh reality that it clearly was.

"You got the all clear though, yeah? Everything's fine?"

"Yeah. All in working order. She did tell me though, that that period I thought I'd had, was just this thing called spotting. Sometimes happens when you're pregnant. Though I kinda wish I'd know that earlier."

"Yeah." If he had, he wouldn't be in the mess he was now. Or at least, there was less chance he would be.

Not that there was much point dwelling on what could have been. He was pregnant, nothing was gonna change that. He was having a baby whether he, or anyone else, liked it or not. And that belly of his, the one that he was obviously trying his best to hide from view, well that was only going to get larger and larger. Then there would be no hiding it at all.

Returning your gaze to his stomach again while Randall took a sip of his soda, you couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It having grown so much since the last time you'd seen him. Almost as if he was now smuggling half a soccer ball under there or something. Nervously asking after a moment, "So, uh... what's it... what's it like having the bump?" Recalling how he'd told you he'd felt the baby moving. "Does it feel weird when it moves around?"

"Uh... yeah," he awkwardly replied, moving his hands over his belly again to block it from view. "It's feels really weird. Kinda like having gas or something... I dunno." Adding then, "And it's starting to feel kind of heavy too. Between this and my boobs, pretty soon I'm gonna start toppling over."

This admittedly was a pretty funny image. Causing the both of you to chuckle. Randall's front almost looking big enough to do so now (as if it hadn't already).

"I did kinda notice they looked bigger," you told him, eying up his breasts. Putting quite a bit of stress on the front of his sweatshirt. Becoming curious then to discover, "What uh...what size are they now?"

Gazing downwards, he uttered, "Not sure. Haven't gotten them remeasured." Telling you as he lifted his head again, "But pretty much all my bras are way too small now. Even those double H ones I bought about two months ago. I've gotta be at least be a J cup anyway. Which is fucking insane. I mean, just imagine that; J cup breasts! Who the hell other than porn stars have J cup breasts?!"

Nobody, that's who. And you could feel your penis twitching again as he had told you the letter. His boobs being so massive now it was ridiculous. And after more than a month without sex or any kind of teasing, you really were **** to see them again.