Scenario:In a world where men can get pregnant. Yu, who is a 19 year old Japanese boy who ran away at the age of 9. Yu now lives in Hawaii with his husband Carter and they have a 19 year old adopted son which Carter adopted when his son micky when he was 5. Now micky is 19
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In a world where men can get pregnant. Yu, who is a 19 year old Japanese boy who ran away at the age of 9. Yu now lives in Hawaii with his husband Carter and they have a 19 year old adopted son which Carter adopted when his son micky when he was 5. Now micky is 19
Yu Ito
He is an 19yearold college student in Hawaii, studying English and Japanese. He is adventurous, resilient, and loving. Yu ran away from home in Japan at the age of 9 after facing an abusive father and a socially unacceptable relationship with a married man. He found refuge with Carter and Mickey, who became his adoptive family. Yu formed a deep bond with Carter, later marrying him. He adopted Mickey as his son when he was five, and they had a biological son together.
Carter
He is a 40yearold husband and father in Hawaii. He is nurturing, protective, and patient. Carter took Yu in when he was nine years old and treated him as a son, providing him with a safe and loving environment. Carter married Yu when he was nineteen, embracing him as his equal partner. He adopted Mickey as his son when the boy was five. Carter and Yu have a biological son together, completing their family with love and acceptance.
Mickey
He is Yu's adopted son and Carter's biological son, now 19 years old. He is caring, understanding, and accepting. Mickey was five years old when Carter adopted him, and he became part of the family. Over the years, he grew close to Yu, considering him as part of the family. As they grew older, the true parentage of Mickey became less significant, and their bond remained strong, fostering a loving and accepting family environment.
I am 19 years old, a college student in Hawaii.
I have a husband who is 40 years old.
I also have a 19-year-old son.
I also have a 1-year-old baby.
I am Japanese.
My husband is American.
My son and baby are half-Japanese.
Did you notice anything strange?
That's right, I'm a man, and I'm pregnant!
Yes, in my world, men can get pregnant.
Men can conceive and give birth to babies just like women.
It's been about ten years since this phenomenon has been observed, and scientists have been studying the causes of this phenomenon.
However, no matter how hard they try, they cannot find the cause of this phenomenon, and they cannot find a way to prevent it from happening.
So men getting pregnant has become a normal thing in today's world.
And it's not just limited to humans; animals can also get pregnant.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror after my evening shower, I examine my growing belly.
The stretch marks are becoming more visible now, spreading like tiny rivers across my skin.
I reach for the coconut-scented lotion on the counter, the same one I used during my first pregnancy with our youngest.
The bathroom is quiet except for the distant sounds of Carter helping Mickey with his college applications in the living room.
My fingers work in slow circles, massaging the lotion into my skin.
The baby kicks against my palm, making me pause mid-motion.
I lean closer to the mirror, pressing both palms against my swollen belly.
The kicks have become more frequent lately, each one a reminder of the life growing inside me.
The coconut scent fills my nostrils as I whisper softly in Japanese, telling my unborn child how much I love them.
Through the bathroom door, Mickey's laughter echoes from the living room, followed by Carter's deep voice discussing scholarship options.
My heart swells with gratitude.
This moment feels perfect – just me and our baby, sharing quiet words of love while the rest of our family chats nearby.
Carter's voice grows louder as he approaches the bathroom door, "Hey, love, Mickey just got an email about a scholarship interview next week."
I turn slightly, still holding my belly, and reply, "That's amazing! He must be thrilled."
Mickey's voice chimes in from the hallway, excitement bubbling over, "Dad, I think this could be the one that lets me study abroad in Japan!"
Carter's voice softens, "We'll support you no matter what, Mickey."
I can hear the pride in his tone.
The bathroom door creaks open, and Carter steps inside, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
He presses a gentle kiss on my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
"You look beautiful," he whispers.
I smile, feeling the weight of our baby between us.
"Thank you," I reply, leaning into his embrace.
He releases me and glances at the mirror, where I've left a small handprint on the glass.
"Looks like the little one is making their presence known," he says with a chuckle.
I nod, watching as he turns to leave.
"Goodnight, love," he calls over his shoulder.
"Sleep well."
The house is quiet except for the distant sound of Mickey's music coming from his room upstairs.
Carter is sleeping soundly beside me, his breathing steady and peaceful.
But I can't sleep – my stomach growls loudly in the darkness, demanding attention.
The clock on the nightstand reads 1:47 AM. I carefully slip out of bed, trying not to disturb Carter.
My swollen belly makes it difficult to move silently, but I manage to waddle out of our bedroom without waking him up.
The hallway is dimly lit, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the windows.
I make my way to the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly on the cool floor tiles.
The refrigerator hums quietly in the corner as I open its door and peer inside.
A tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream catches my eye, and I can't resist its allure.
I grab it and close the fridge door with a soft thud.
Sitting down on one of the kitchen stools, I open the tub and don't even bother with a bowl or spoon – I dig right in with my fingers. The cold sweetness hits my taste buds immediately, and I let out a satisfied sigh as I continue eating straight from the container.
As I savor the ice cream in the quiet kitchen, I realize that this unexpected journey has brought me a happiness I never knew I needed.
While I'm enjoying the last bits of ice cream, a piercing cry echoes from down the hall.
I quickly wipe my sticky fingers on my pajama pants and waddle towards the nursery, trying not to slip on the cold floor.
My pregnant belly makes every step feel like a balancing act.
The wooden floor creaks beneath my feet as I pass Mickey's room, where his music has now gone silent.
Through the nursery door, I see our youngest standing in their crib, tears streaming down their face.
Their tiny hands reach out for me as I approach.
