The next few days went on like usual. Then Wednesday came. That evening, Randall was in charge of his nephew for the evening.
Darren had picked him up from school and brought him to his house and Randall. Rex had toys there that could entertain him. That is, after he did his homework.
"I want to watch TV, Uncle Randy." Rex said.
"Do you have homework to do?"
"A little math and science."
"Then you need to do that first, then you can watch TV." Randall said.
"I hate those things. They are hard." Rex whined.
"I'm not going to tell you again!" Randall said firmly. "I'll help you do them, but you have to do the work."
Rex grumped a little that he had to do things he hated in school. He got out his math work first.
Randall was going to make sure he did his homework. He sat with him. "So what's so hard with this?" He asked.
"Division."
Randall could see he was learning division basics. He helped him by trying to turn it into a game a bit. Especially the story problems.
There were fifteen questions total. They got them done, then took a break for some dinner. Some meatballs and fish sticks. Then it was to the science homework.
Randall explained that science was one of his best subjects in school. He was inventive in a lot of things. He tried to keep that a game too, as in that he could think of many ways that it was useful and to invent things to make the future better.
Rex found that as stern as his uncle could be, he did have a playful side too. Doing homework with him turned into fun.
Instead of TV, they ended up playing cars and board games until Rex was tired after homework. Randall was growing tired at the same time.
It was after 9:30 when Ned and Darren came home. They found the two of them on the couch sleeping. Rex was beside Randall, his head lying on his lower chest and his hands on Randall's stomach, and one of Randall's over his hands. Another hand was around Rex's back.
Ned and Darren couldn't help but smile at the scene. Randall must have connected with Rex tonight, or he typically wouldn't allow this to happen. Ned got a blanket and put it over them.
Darren went to bed while Ned checked Rex's homework first and it looked done. Randall must have known how to get his nephew to work on his homework, as it was usually a daily struggle. Just like bedtime was too.
Ned smiled. If Randall could form a connection with his son like this, he should be his babysitter more often. It would give him more child experience, at least with an older kid. But he needed baby experience too.
Caring for babies at the daycare would be a good answer or way to try to care for babies. Maybe he would ask Sullivan about letting Randall do that a few times.
The next morning, after he dropped Randall off at work, Ned went in and tracked down Sulley.
"Morning, Mr. Sullivan." Ned said.
"Good morning, Ned. What can I do for you? Sorry about how my friend was acting the other day." Sulley said.
"It's okay. I get he was looking out for his wife and was just wary of my brother because he remembers past actions. But anyway, I was wanting to know if I could ask a favor?"
"Anything."
"Could Randall work in the nursery a bit, like once a week or so, at least a few times? He's trying to get child experience before he decides fully on that he's going to keep his baby or not. He made a connection with my son the other night apparently and he's going to watch him one night a week or so." Ned said.
"I'll see what I can do and get back to you. But yeah, that would be a good way to get experience."
Ned thanked him and went to go do his job.
Sulley went to talk to the nursery staff and asked if a pregnant worker could get experience in there?
The blue slug female said yes. It was often how some pregnant workers did get some experience.
Sulley had pulled the strings and he went to track down Randall, who he knew was in the kitchen.
Randall was in the middle of cooking up some kind of soup for lunch today when Sulley came into the room.
"Hi, Randall."
"Oh, hi Sullivan."
"Your brother talked to me this morning. I pulled some strings and they are willing to let you work in the nursery for a day to see how you do with the babies. And if they think it's okay, you could work in there a little more."
Randall was still wary about this. "I'm still not sure about this. An older kid is easier to deal with, somewhat. I don't know what a baby's trying to tell me."
"You'll learn. But you need to learn to handle some or even take some pregnancy classes."
"Shh! Keep your voice down."
"Randall, it's not like it's going to remain a secret for much longer."
"I know, but I just don't want it said out loud."
"Sorry. But like I said, you should look into them. And the nursery is open to you. Just tell Ms. Wayland you're going there."
"I can always go after lunch cleanup. I know they are open all during work hours."
"Well, at least give it a try. Those of us that know, or a few of us, want to see you try to keep it."
Randall sighed. He knew that many parents did not want to give up their kids, he still had his doubts about his own parenting skills. It would be easier if he had a loving partner, but it wasn't so. He could always gain one later, but he had to keep building a better reputation no matter what. He wanted to be a full citizen again.
Randall knew there would always be ones that knew about his past actions, but he just wanted to be like it was before that.
As the morning went on and lunch came and went, then he told Ms. Wayland he was going to the nursery. He had thought about it and was going to give it a try.
When he got to the nursery, the staff was surprised it was him. She looked down and indeed did see the swelling on him, but then, males did get fat.
"Are you sure you're the one that Mr. Sullivan spoke about?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm trying to get experience with the little guys before my own comes."
"And others believe you, that you're not just fat?"
"I'm not fat! At least not under normal circumstances. This is just temporary. Perhaps you remember my nephew, Rex?" Randall said.
"Oh, yes. He was a little angel while here, if a little mischievous when he got older. And he had invisibility."
"I do too. It's a family trait."
"It's rare when there's that gift. I don't know many monsters that have it. But anyway, Sally will show how to take care of newborns." The blue slug woman, Miss Norse said.
Sally was a pink monster with yellow stripes. She was much like Jerry. She came over to say hi.
"Hi, I'm Sally Thompson. And you are?"
"Randall Boggs."
She looked down. She saw the swelling that was showing. "So, how far along are you?"
"Twenty one weeks. I'm ready for it to be over."
"It's unusual for a male to be pregnant, but not unheard of. This way." Sally said. She was going to give him lessons immediately.
"We'll start with a fake baby first, then we'll deal with the real ones as they need us."
"Alright."
Sally gave him a doll to hold, along with a baby blanket to wrap around it, to practice what holding a real one would be like. It was just a simple two armed, two legged doll, with standing eyes on it.
Randall took it gently in the way he would a real one. Sally showed him how to support it the right way. He did hold it in his upper arms fine, but did add his lower arms for support.
"You definitely have holding it gently down right." Sally said.
"Holding a doll is easy. The real thing is different, especially when they start squirming."
"Yes and that's when you learn how to keep your grip on it. Now we should practice diapering it."
Sally showed him how to lay it down and put a diaper on it. Then it was his turn. He would need to know this stuff.
It was a little hard at first, but he soon got it.
"This is simple for a just a two legged baby, but mine is going to be like me." Randall said.
"It's really no different. The diaper just would go around the very hind legs. But just being aware of how to diaper with real squirming legs. Do you feel yours move?"
"Yes. All the time. Makes it hard to sleep."
"At least you know it's alive."
"Yeah."
Sally noticed the long line going down Randall's belly.
"What happened?"
"What?"
"The scar going down your belly?" She pointed.
"Some monster who didn't like me wanted to torture me."
"Sorry. They had no right to do that."
"No, he didn't."
Soon, a real baby starting crying and this one was hungry.
"This is a next one to know. How to feed the hungry baby." Sally said.
She picked it up and handed it to him. It was a baby that had some fur on it. It was blue in color. It was hard to tell the rest of the body's looks because it was wrapped up.
The real baby was warm and soft at the same time. He gently rocked it. It seemed to soothe it for the moment.
Sally got out the formula for this particular baby monster. Randall watched as she mixed the contents up and put it in a bottle. Then added water.
In a matter of a few minutes, the formula was ready.
The baby was beginning to get irritated with his stomach growling and began to get fussy again.
"He's getting squirmy and getting ready to cry again." Randall was getting worried.
"Don't worry. Here. Here, sit down."
Randall sat down in his own way and Sally got him comfortable enough and three of his arms supported the baby while his upper right one was offered to the baby with the bottle.
The little blue monster baby looked up at Randall with blue eyes. It didn't know him, but it was just happy to be eating.
Randall felt that he was amazing himself that he had such a gentle side and to something so delicate and helpless. The sound of the suckling turned something on in him. And even while feeding this one, he felt his own baby move around inside him again.
"How old is this baby?" Randall asked.
"Seven weeks. His mother just started working again."
"He's a little small for one that old."
"They come in all sizes. Some are born early too."
Randall hoped his wouldn't come too early. He finished feeding it, then there was burping lessons. And the final thing was getting it back to sleep again.
He knew he would like coming back again. He talked to the staff and they said it was okay.
Randall had been nervous about doing it, but found he had liked it. He probably wouldn't have before, but his pregnancy was seeming to influence him more than he knew.
Then Sally asked if he was taking any childbirth classes.
"No. Not at the moment."
"You should. It helps to be prepared for all sorts of things and it can help to connect with other pregnant parents to be."
"I'm sure I'll find something." Randall said. "Thanks."
That night, Randall went through his phone book, looking for childbirth classes. He found some.
He called them up the next morning and asked when they had some next.
They were on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Perfect. And he would watch Rex on Wednesdays.
In doing this, at least it got Randall out of the house a few weeknights after work.
Randall had already felt contractions from losing the first baby, but he wanted to be more prepared for the second one.
The next night it was on, he found the address and went to it. There were a few other monsters there, most of them bonded pairs. Though there were a few singles there too.
When Randall was introduced to the group, he couldn't help but glance around nervously. Some of the monsters in here might have heard of his reputation.
It might have been more normal for single mothers to be there, but single fathers were a little different. But in Randall's case, he was the only pregnant male there. He gave a nervous smile. He was allowed to pick a spot and went and sat down to hear what was going on.
He didn't exactly like the looks some of the others were giving him. But he needed to do this for his own education for the sake of his child.
"So, Mr. Randall, how far along is your baby?" The coach asked.
The coach was a yellow female that was like Betty back at the factory. Her name was Dr. Gable. She was a midwife.
"Twenty one weeks."
"Do you know of the gender?"
"No. Can only wait."
"Any names picked out?"
"No. It's been a big problem for me as to whether I was going to keep it or not."
"If you're not going to keep it, why be here?" A dark green male tentacle monster said on the other side.
"To just to be ready for the birth." Randall replied.
"If he's coming here, there might still be a chance he could still want it." Gable said.
"It'll probably still end up staying in my family. I have a brother who can help me out."
"Is it your first child?" An orange female asked.
"Yes. Well, second more likely. It had a twin that was miscarried." Randall admitted.
"No doubt something you did!" Another male snapped at him. An orange male with curled horns on his head, a big square build, two arms and no legs. No hair either. Brown eyes.
"That's enough of that, Mr. Davis. He has a right to be here just as much as you." Gable said.
"I know of this lizard's reputation." Mr. Davis said.
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm not the same monster as to what you might be referring to in the past." Randall said.
"Everyone, back to the lesson or those that are having a problem can leave." Gable said sternly. She didn't want fighting. This was not a place for it.
"If he stays here, my wife and I are leaving. We aren't mixing with his kind here. Come on, dear." Mr. Davis said and he helped his pregnant mate up and they left.
Randall hoped there wouldn't be more enemies here. Stress was something he didn't need in his condition.
They all continued the session and Randall learned some information about it. He had no idea there was so much to know. He would continue to come. He needed this education too.
Even the monsters that had heard Davis talk about him the way he had, but all the others gave him a chance and they began to make friends with him.
It was amazing how such things could bring about new friends. Of course, Randall did wonder when he might see the Wazowski's here. Surely, it wouldn't be long now. Celia had begun to show off her baby bump.
Celia had gotten lots of congrats on her baby. He hadn't gotten that, as most of the company still didn't know about his. But unless he went on leave soon, soon they all would know. Unless he kept himself invisible when coming and going. He could only be able to do it for so long though, as his belly would only get bigger.
….
Stan was beginning to monitor Randall again, from work to his own apartment. He would strike again, but when he got a little bigger. He wanted the least amount of possibility of escape from him.
He knew it had been over five months since their last encounter. Randall would have been halfway into the pregnancy that he predicted.
Stan had seen that Randall had a little swelling in his stomach by now and that the lizard was carrying his offspring. He wanted it, but just a little more time. He wanted it planned perfectly first before attempting at capture.
How is this story going for you readers?
I know I've written a lot of mpreg stories with Randall, and each one has its different things that happen. I like each one to be different, even if it seems to always get started the same way somehow.