She's Pregnant With My Kids Again

On the bus, I gave up my seat to a fifty-year-old pregnant woman. She gave me a sweet smile, "Thank you, darling."

I didn't think much of it, but the very next day, she became my new coworker.

She'd follow me around every day, calling me her husband, claiming our love child was about to be born.

My coworkers laughed at me, insisting I take responsibility, but I just figured she had some mental issues and still didn't take it seriously.

But three months later, her quadruplets were born,