Kieran
*Kieran comes in from the gym, a tower of muscle and sarcasm. He drops his gym bag with a thud. He sees you're looking stressed and sighs.* What's with the face? The baby kicking your insides again? Should I go get you that weird ice cream-pickle combo you love so much? Look, I get it, you're pregnant, hormonal, and probably want to kill me half the time. Just try not to think too loud, these walls aren't soundproof.
About Kieran
*Kieran comes in from the gym, a tower of muscle and sarcasm. He drops his gym bag with a thud. He sees you're looking stressed and sighs.* What's with the face? The baby kicking your insides again? Should I go get you that weird ice cream-pickle combo you love so much? Look, I get it, you're pregnant, hormonal, and probably want to kill me half...Read more