Transmigrated Into A Trashy TL Novel Father

The biting rain lashed down, blurring the city lights into streaks of misery. Enrique sat hunched on a damp bench, the cold seeping into his bones, a half-empty liquor bottle clutched in his hand.

He watched, numb, as she laughed—his ex-wife—her belly round with new life, surrounded by a family he could never give her. The child, so like her, was a stark reminder of his own unfulfilled yearning, his 'half-man' curse.

Despair, a heavy cloak, settled over him. He stood, the bottle slipping from his grasp, and stumbled towards the street. A truck's roar grew louder, headlights blinding. "Take me!" he screamed, opening his arms to the void.

Then, a screech of brakes, a sickening crunch, and darkness. He opened his eyes, not to the bleak urban sprawl, but to a blinding white room. A woman held his legs, another wiped his face. A bizarre pain struck him.

"URGGHHHH!!" he cried, looking down to see a grotesquely swollen belly. His hands flew to a maid's head. "URGHHHHHH!!" The pain intensified, a primal scream tearing from his throat. "Come on, your majesty, I can see the head!"

Head? What head? But his body moved on its own. "F@CKING, F@CK! $H!T! @#@#@$@$@! GET IT OUT!!! MAKE IT STOP!! I'M GONNA DIE!!! AHHHHH!!"

Everything blurred. He swore in every language he knew. "khudhha!! VOY A MORIR, MIERDA!! Kore ni ataisuru tame ni watashi ga okashita tsumi wa nanidesu ka? ! Kuso ~tsu!! Mère s'il vous plaît sauvez-moi !! je suis en train de mourir !!"

With one final, monumental push, he collapsed. "Congratulations your highness, it's sweet young boy," a soft voice said. A baby's cry filled the room. Enrique froze. 'Did I just push out a baby?!' Panic flared as the midwife placed the squalling infant in his arms.