Comfily Pregnant?

After three loads to the point of the young doctor passing out in exhaustion, Rose seemed to finally gather her bearings and pull her head out from the cloud of fog.

"The fuck?"

She muttered, getting off of the **** doctor and straggling around nakedly bunching up her clothes to her chest. They wouldn't fit now. Not with how heavily pregnant she had become. She showed no signs of going into labor though, recalling the unknown broadcast that had echoed everywhere earlier on. The longer the pregnancy the stronger the offspring? Her hands travelled over the large swell of her gut. She had never thought she'd be pregnant at nineteen years old. It was a horrid thought. She wasn't ready to be a mother.

"What's going to happen to me? I don't know what to do!"

Rose seemed slightly overwhelmed as she circled the apartment in alarm.