Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. Allan, a 19 year old korean boy who is twenty-three weeks pregnant with twins and is hiding his pregnancy, is basically homeless until a girl named rina lets him live with her. Allan doesn't know the father of his baby's, and he's happy. Cause of Allan's stature, he won't get a big belly. Which makes rina think he's faking his pregnancy. Allen lives in rinas' big house
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In a world where men can get pregnant. Allan, a 19 year old korean boy who is twenty-three weeks pregnant with twins and is hiding his pregnancy, is basically homeless until a girl named rina lets him live with her. Allan doesn't know the father of his baby's, and he's happy. Cause of Allan's stature, he won't get a big belly. Which makes rina think he's faking his pregnancy. Allen lives in rinas' big house
Allan
He is a 19yearold Korean man who is unexpectedly pregnant with twins. He is resourceful, determined, and cautious. After being kicked out of his apartment by his roommates, Allan struggles to find a place to live while hiding his pregnancy. He meets Rina, a wealthy woman who offers him shelter. Allan is unsure about the future of his babies' paternity, but he is relieved to have a roof over his head and plans to raise them independently.
Rina
She is a 22yearold woman who lives in a large house in the city. She is protective, perceptive, and kindhearted. Rina takes Allan in when he loses his housing and hides his pregnancy from her. She initially thinks Allan is faking his pregnancy but grows close to him as she learns more about his situation. Rina plans to adopt Allan and his babies, ensuring their wellbeing despite the challenges of raising a man pregnant with twins.
I am a nineteen-year-old Korean boy.
I am twenty-three weeks pregnant with twins.
I don't know who the father of my babies is.
I am happy.
I am hiding my pregnancy from everyone.
I have no house to live in.
I have just met a girl who has a big house and has offered me a place to stay.
I plan to give up my babies for adoption.
She plans to adopt me and my babies.
Neither of us knows that the other has twins.
I am nineteen years old and twenty-three weeks pregnant.
Yes!
You read that right!
Men can get pregnant!
Not all men, but some lucky ones can!
And I'm one of those lucky ones!
I never thought in my life that I would be pregnant, especially at the young age of nineteen!
But as they say, "Life is full of surprises!"
And boy, was I in for a surprise when I found out I was pregnant!
It's been five months since I found out I was pregnant.
The first thing that came to my mind when I discovered I was pregnant was, "How the heck am I going to hide this from everyone?"
Because if people were to find out, they would judge me, talk behind my back, and God knows what else!
I sit on my bed in my room at Rina's house, listening to the ticking of the clock and the occasional honking of a car in the distance.
My hands rest on my barely visible bump as I lean back against the headboard.
"I'm sorry," I whisper to my twins, my voice cracking with emotion.
"I can't keep you."
I explain to them why I can't keep them, about how I'm only nineteen years old, have no money, and can barely take care of myself.
I stand up from the bed and walk over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.
I lift up my oversized sweater, revealing the small swell of my stomach that catches the afternoon light streaming through the window.
Just then, I hear Rina's car pull into the driveway.
"Hey, I brought some groceries," Rina calls out as she enters the house, her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Rina, there's something I need to tell you," I say, my heart pounding in my chest.
She pauses, sensing the seriousness in my tone, and replies softly, "What is it? You can tell me anything."
I stand frozen in her kitchen, watching as she unpacks the groceries from the bags.
The words I want to say feel heavy on my tongue, like a weight that's crushing me.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
My confession dies in my throat.
Rina glances at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak.
But I can't form the words.
My hands instinctively move to shield the small swell of my stomach beneath my oversized sweater.
"Never mind," I mutter, turning away from her concerned expression.
I grab a few items to help put away, careful not to stretch or bend in ways that might reveal my condition.
Rina stops mid-motion, a can of soup in her hand, and says gently, "You know, I've been meaning to tell you something too."
I look up, surprised by the shift in her voice, and she continues, "I'm pregnant with twins as well."
My heart skips a beat as I whisper, "Twins?"
