Standing There, In Front Of The Mirror, Scrutinizing His Warped Reflection, Ryan Cant Believe How Quickly

Standing there, in front of the mirror, scrutinizing his warped reflection, Ryan can’t believe how quickly his breasts have come in. At only four months along, he’s already starting to gain healthy fat and lactate—producing his first drops of the white gold that will keep his baby alive. He feels huge, with all of the weight that he’s gained. His soft, hanging belly… his droopy love handles… his full chest. It’s all so new… and, even though he doesn’t like the way it looks, he feels confident knowing that he’s going above in beyond in giving his baby all the nutrients that it needs to thrive inside of him. What’s a little overindulge if it means his baby is healthy?

The latter days of Rohan’s pregnancy have proven to be just as tough as his doctor told him they’d be. He’s always uncomfortable, and constantly in pain. The baby just won’t sit still now that she’s taken up most of the space in his womb. She tosses and turns inside of him, at all hours on the clock, desperate to find even an inch of wiggle room to occupy. It’s excruciating torture, living day-to-day with a five-pound baby thrashing it’s weight against his organs all the time, but thankfully Rohan’s doctor has taught him a soothing exercise to overcome the excruciating pain. Be still, breathe in, breathe out, talk it through, and rub the hurt away… that’s what he does whenever his daughter starts to get stir-crazy again, and it’s helped him out a great deal. Although the pain of her movement hasn’t gotten any better, it’s much easier for him to deal with, and it’s all thanks to Doctor Bird’s advice.

Mulligan built his entire platform on chastity—the whole morality system surrounding abstaining from any kind of sexual activity or behaviors. Aside from his undeniable talent, and the unique smoothness of his voice, it was his message that really won the admiration of Country Music fans across the country. He wasn’t singing about a truck, or some girl that he liked… or trying to fit the image of a rich, famous ladies’ man. He was singing about self-love, fierce patriotism, and independence, and talking about the importance of staying pure—which was something that the hundreds of millions of sensible people in America appreciated.

He was at the top of the heap, performing with country music icons, on some of the biggest stages in America. He was an everyday, red, white, and blue-blooded citizen, turned into a star!

Needless to say, it came as a real shock when he revealed his pregnancy to the public, seemingly out of nowhere. Via a sudden post on Instagram, captioned by a sincere and heartfelt apology, he came clean to his fans—telling them that he was nothing more than a flawed man, and all about how he’d gone and gotten himself knocked up. Within minutes of his confession the internet blew up, with his conservative fan base denouncing him for being a fraud… and, even worse, being impregnated by another man. In the days to come, several different men would come out of the woodworks to go public with stories of their romantic and sexual relationships with Mulligan, revealing the details of his secret life. He was no purist. He was no ladies’ man. He was not sensible.

Just like that, his career took a nosedive. He went front singing in the courtyard of his childhood trailer park to performing at the CMAs… only to lose everything that he’d worked for.

All he has left is a broken heart and a baby. Maybe that’ll make a good song.

“What are you doing, Mitchy?!” Rizzo screamed, clawing at the dirt ground beneath him as the baby’s head pushed out from between his legs — the only person around for miles too preoccupied with taking yet another swig of his favorite spirits to put forward any aid. “Put the damn bottle down!” What was supposed to be a relaxing midnight getaway on the countryside, for Rizzo to talk out his fears and get his head together before the birth of his son, quickly turned into a horror show when his water suddenly broke, leaving him and Mitchy — a useless alcoholic — stranded on the side of a narrow dirt path, in the middle of the night. “Stop drinking and pull this baby out of me!” Suddenly, every worry that he’d spent the last several minutes venting to his friend about had manifested — his fears of not being ready to have this baby, the uncertainty of whether or not he’d make it to his due date, his low tolerance for pain. All at once, they came to life, and he was helpless against them. “FUUUCK!”