Pregnancy-Luigisgirlfriend requestA\N: M-preg. Mr. L x DimentioMore Like This
Seven in the morning found Mr. L was curled in a ball on the cold bathroom tile, shivering and moaning. His stomach was in knots, his throat ached like the devil, and he was sure that Grambi hated him. In short, Mr. L felt like hell.
‘No, hell would really be preferable to this’, he thought miserably.
The man suddenly clawed himself up to his knees and dry-heaved into the toilet, his body rocking from the motion. Laying his cheek on the cold seat, Mr. L panted, waiting for more. Nothing came.
“Get up. You have to go fight the heroes today.” He said aloud, his voice weak and tired.
His body trembling, he stood, stumbling to the sink and splashing cold water on his face. Looking up, he winced.
Dark bags hung under his eyes, while sweat dotted his forehead. His face was pale, and drawn, giving him the look of someone suffering from starvation, even though his belly was swollen. He rubbed it gently, thinking tired