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The next day and Frank seemed to be in a better mood. I wasn't sure if it were due to his motherly instincts kicking in or if he had come to terms with his pregnancy. Either way, it was better than him yelling at me and/or whining every ten minutes.
"Y-You think the house is safe for them? Right?"
Of course, the downside was that he had become quite nervous over the past few hours. I couldn't blame him. After all, they were his children and his instinctive nature to protect them at any cost was going into overdrive.
"Stay calm." I gently placed a hand on one of his flabby shoulders and led him towards a large couch to sit in, "Remember what I told you. All that stress is not good for you or your children. Ok? Just try to relax. Everything will be ok."
Prince Francis looked over at me and nodded nervously.
"J-Just promise me they....I mean...I'll be ok." He spoke trying to retain some of his well-known selfish nature with little...if any...success.
I reassured him, "I promise. You and your babies will be just fine."
Frank sighed in relief and made himself comfortable on the couch. Said couch, of course, was now creaking in protest under Frank's weight. I can't say that I was at any bit surprised. His highness, ever since he started to put on the pounds during the early days of his pregnancy, now weighed well over 400 pounds...maybe even more.
To be honest, I had given up trying to check his weight, when, the last time I tried to check his weight, he threw a fit and broke the scale by jumping on it...several times.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I silently prayed to whatever deity was listening at the moment that it wasn't the pizza delivery guy and that I didn't have to pay...again...five-hundred earth dollars for several boxes of pizza for his royal pain to scarf down like mad.
To my relief, it was that Janet earthling and whom I could only assume to be her mate. He was, as the old Earth slang went, a dork. Lanky, brown hair, glasses. The male earthling looked like those pictures of...what were they called again? Oh, yes, he looked like a nerd.
"Hi." He held out his hand for the earthling custom of a handshake, "I'm Brad Majors. and this is my wife, Janet."
Author's Notes: HOORAY! The Asshole and the Slut have come to visit our favorite pregnant transvestite alien! What will happen next? Stay tuned to find out.