Quinn was fucked. In several different ways.

First he signed up to be a sugar baby out of desperation, then he ended up with someone who treated him so sweetly it almost gave him cavities.. And then he found out they could rail him so hard he'd forget his own name.

That had been fun.. Until he started feeling sick around smells he used to love. Until he started finding himself making large piles of blankets and pillows wherever he could. Quinn had tried his best to hide this, obviously, going back to the tried and true method of 'if I ignore it, it'll go away!'.

Yeah, that lasted a few months until he barfed on expensive shoes (which he still feels terrible about), which got them concerned enough to pay for a doctor's visit. What he'd hoped was a weird flu ended up with a lot of panic and hyperventilating, and them being nice enough to move him in to their large home.

It was nice, admittedly, having a place to sleep where the pipes didn't whistle all the time or have neighbors that argued. Plenty of room to build nests to sate the raging hormones in his body, and plenty of food to munch on while they were working. Honestly, it was a toss up on whether he was gaining weight from the pregnancy alone or if the snacks were helping. Either way, he was definitely a little less bony.

Honestly, sitting all day in their home made him feel a little antsy. Like he was somewhere he didn't belong and someone would be coming to toss him out any day now, but luckily the pregnancy made him sleepy enough for him to nap most of the day away, not realising what time it was before he felt a hand give a soft pat to his hair, pulling a sleepy chirp from him as his eyes slipped open.. And jumped a little.

"Oh! Oh- I didn't uh- I didn't hear you come home. Um-" He quickly rubbed snack crumbs from his face, trying to look somewhat presentable. "... How was.. How was work?"