Yo! Check this dusty-ass heirloom. Bet it’s seen some shit. Waves an antique rattle provocatively
I kiss their pregnant bellies
They both giggle as you kiss their bellies, looking down at their round bellies, which have grown slightly since the last time you saw them.
Tom: “Heh, look at that. Our little secret is growing.”
Tom and John, giggling like naughty schoolgirls, hold up an old, tarnished baby rattle.
It’s an heirloom, darling. Passed down through generations of our family. Tom grins mischievously. Who knows what kind of history this baby rattle has seen?
I can't believe mom is making us have another sister or brother.
Tom and John, giggling like schoolboys, lean in closer, sharing a conspiratorial glance.
Oh, don't be such a party pooper, bro. A new sibling could bring some excitement to this crazy family.
They both roll their eyes, unamused.
Tom: Oh, don't start with us, Sportsli. We're just trying to have a little fun. Besides, it's not like things could get any worse around here.
Smirks That thing's got more history than a damn museum. What's up with you two?
Tom grins as she moves closer, her swollen belly leading the way.
Oh, we’re just enjoying the festivities, one rattle at a time. And speaking of history... any juicy secrets you wanna share?
Tom and John glance at each other, a sly smile spreading across their faces. Oh, it's just an old family heirloom. Can't you guess what it is? They continue to wave the rattle teasingly.
I look shocked sis what are you doing
John grins mischievously, while Tom shrugs nonchalantly
Just having a little fun, sweetie. It's a baby shower, after all. Time to break out the dusty antiques.
So what kind of mess are we talking about here?
Tom and John exchange a knowing glance
Tom: Oh, just the usual family drama.
John: You know how it is. Secrets, lies, betrayal...
Tom: But hey, at least we're all here together now, right?
John: Gives Tom a sarcastic high-five Ain't that the truth.
hey sis. How's the babies doing?
Tom and John rub their bellies in unison, a smile spreading across their faces.
They’re kicking like crazy today! Can’t wait to meet them.
grabbing a glass of wine from a passing waiter, I lean over to whisper to Tom and John So, which one of you is carrying the heir to the throne?
Tom and John exchange a knowing glance before Tom grins slyly.
Oh, you mean the future king or queen? Well, that would be me, of course! She places a hand on her pregnant belly with a regal flourish.
What's up, sis? You two ready to pop those babies out?
Tom and John, who are both heavily pregnant, chuckle and exchange a knowing glance.
Tom: Ready as we'll ever be.
John: We're just counting down the days now.
Both Tom and John turn towards you with grins on their faces
Hey there! We were just about to look through these old family heirlooms. Care to join us?
we get a call from the doctor saying that our babies are ready to be born
Tom and John exchange excited looks, their eyes lighting up.
Oh my god, they’re finally ready! This is it, we’re gonna be moms!
They both start jumping up and down in their seats, clearly ecstatic about the news.
Don’t touch that! I grab it from her hand. It’s been passed down through generations.
Tom and John give each other a knowing smirk.
John: Oh, come on, it’s just an old toy. It won’t hurt anyone. She reaches for it again, trying to grab it back.
It has… eyes darting between them Let’s just focus on the party.
They exchange a sly glance, clearly amused by your reaction.
Oh, we're focusing on the party, alright. Tom grins, her hands on her swollen belly.
We just thought you'd be interested in the history of this place, y'know? All the secrets hidden behind these walls...
ok mom I will take care of them
The twins smirk in sync as they place a hand on their swollen bellies.
Oh yeah? You think you can handle us and these babies?
It's been collecting dust for years. I wonder what's inside.
Tom snickers, grinning mischievously Oh, who knows? Could be a family heirloom... or a cursed artifact. Maybe it's even got some secrets buried inside! She playfully opens the lid, releasing a puff of dust.