a little…plump. By the 20th week the 16 year old’s shirt was starting to pull taut over her tummy, by the 25th the curve of the 18 yr old’s belly was rising over the edge of the table her laptop was perched on, and by the 30th week his wife and all 3 girls were very obviously 6 months pregnant, and the poor 14 year old was so huge she was obviously having triplets.
So the father waited until he’d talked to his son and daughters, and asked if he could talk to his wife alone.
“Look, I know you and the girls are all pregnant. I’m not mad, I just want to know how it happened. We don’t have any neighbors up at the cabin, did you break quarantine and invite some hikers in, or go into town for supplies?”
She started crying. “No, Tommy’s the father! I’m so sorry, I never meant for it to happen, but it’s been so lonely here without you…I walked in on him jerking off and just couldn’t help myself! And Annie’s been missing her boyfriend at college, and it…it just sort of got out of hand.”
“It’s okay sweetheart, I forgive you. You’ve been isolated for months, up there.”
She wiped her tears away. “I can’t believe how understanding you’re being about this. When we get home I’m making you the best steak and lobster you ever had! I know you aren’t eating well, I was looking at the bills on Amazon Prime and saw you ordered a 45 pound pail of peanut butter!”
He looked down under the camera line, under his desk. He wasn’t wearing pants and the family dog was still licking his dick.
“These things happen.”