After a half hour of hugs, kisses and thank yous, as well as getting a brief walk through of what exactly carrying his little sister for the next four months would entail, Phillip's head was positively swimming, and he still wasn't entirely sure what he'd let himself in for; going from Olympic cyclist in training to expectant mother to be, and all before breakfast.
"Shit, this is all going to be really weird," he thought to himself after managing to escape his jubilant parents and sneak upstairs for a breather, planting himself down on his bed and considering what he was soon to face. It wasn't as if men carrying babies for women was anything new exactly, it being a rather common occurrence up until the last few hundred or so years, when it was decided that it should be exclusively a women's job and something that men really shouldn't be involved in at all (any man who did get involved, even just to help transfer the baby from one woman to another, being severely ostracized for his troubles). It had taken the Suffragette movement at the start of the century as well as women's lib in the 60's for people to actually realize that pregnancy was something that both sexes needed to be actively involved in again, and although there still wasn't quite so many guys carrying as their was girls, it was slowly becoming more equal.
For Phillip though, this didn't really mean anything, and although he'd heard of one or two guys his age helping out with fetal transfer before, he'd never actually met or had any experience with them, so naturally felt a bit odd at the thought of having a tiny living creature growing inside himself, his own sister for that matter, not to mention the actual logistics of transferring her from his mother's womb to him...
"Oh, there you are, sweetheart, I was wondering where you'd gone," his mum's voice suddenly interrupted, shaking him out of his thoughts as he turned to look at her, pushing open his bedroom door and waddling her way inside, her soft, glowing face still wearing the same excited grin from before. For a moment Phillip's eyes flicked across her big, round belly, pushing out far in front of her and stretching her top, the small round indentation of her swollen belly button clearly visible pressing against the fabric, before he pulled them away again, up to meet hers.
"Uh, hey mum...Just thought I'd come up here to watch some TV while you and dad were celebrating is all," he told her, grabbing for the television remote that was lying at his feet, attempting to cover up his anxiousness with a smile, but not doing such a good job.
His mother, an expert on reading him, immediately saw through this facade, giving him a very knowing little glance as she sat down beside him, once again taking his hands in hers. "Phillip, sweetheart, it's okay to be a little scared, you don't need to pretend," she told him, with a soft and motherly tone, gently brushing a lock of hair from his face, "This is an amazing and wonderful thing you're doing for me, and while it might seem a little daunting and even a little strange, it's perfectly natural, and there really is nothing to be worried about."
"Yeah, I know...It's just you hear about people doing this kind of thing every day, I just never thought I'd be one of them, that's all."
"Well, I wouldn't have anyone else do it but you, you're my baby as well and helping take care of your new sister this way really is admirable."
"Heh, thanks, mum," Phillip smiled, blushing a little at the compliment, "But you know I'd do anything to help you and dad."
"I know you would, you're a good son," Karen smiled, still amazed at just how mature and responsible her 16 year old son could be, other boys his age most likely throwing a tantrum at the very idea of having to carry a child to term for their parents.
"Speaking of which, where'd dad go anyway?" he then asked, certain he'd heard the front door close a moment ago, curious as to why he wasn't up here with her.
"I sent him to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight," his mother explained, giving her swollen stomach a little pat, "Thought it'd be best if he made himself scarce while you and me discussed transferring yours truly here," obviously indicating to the little life contained within.
"Oh right, yeah..."
Watching her son's face turning red and his eyes awkwardly looking away, Karen decided she'd best choose her word carefully, aware that she would have to approach this particular topic somewhat delicately, fully conscious of just how embarrassing and uncomfortable an idea it might be for him, seeing as he'd had no previous experience with fetal transference before. "I'm assuming that you were told in school that transference can only occur when the pregnant lady and the male carrier have sexual intercourse, which of course would mean that you and I are going to have to have sex in order for me to pass on your sister. You do realize that don't you?"
"Um, uh, yuh-yeah...I do..." Phillip nervously stuttered, his gazed trained directly on the carpet.
"I know it might seem a little...well, embarrassing having to, you know, "do it" with your mother so to speak, but as Doctor Jessop said, it's actually fairly common and I don't want you to feel weird or freaked out, I want you to be comfortable with all this."
"I uh, I am..."
"Phillip, please, you can't fool me, I'm your mother, remember?" Karen softly spoke, her son's body language telling a completely different story, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "I know the thought of having sexual intercourse with me might seem wrong or unusual to you, but it's actually a wonderful thing, a magical experience that will bond the two of us and your little sister together, so I don't want you to feel worried or embarrassed about it, okay?"
Although he still clearly was, Phillip agreed, wanting to appear as best he could like the responsible young man she saw him as, even though at this point (as much as he wished it wasn't) sex was as much a mystery to him as carrying a baby was.
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