You're expecting... you're expecting... expecting... pecting... ing.
Mo Qi's voice echoed across the island. A cool breeze drifted by, but an even deeper chill settled in everyone's hearts.
Congratulations my ass!
Was this something to be congratulated for?
And they'd been knocked up by a pig!
If word of this got out, how could they ever show their faces in public again?
Especially the men. How were they supposed to describe their current condition?
'Am I a father or a mother now?'
'If I really give birth to this... thing, what am I supposed to call myself?'
'Mom? That doesn't seem right.'
'Dad? That doesn't feel very accurate either.'
'Most importantly, how am I supposed to explain to the kid how it came into being?'
'Am I supposed to tell it that its existence is all because I happened to glance at a pig in a crowd?'
'What would the child think?'
