Just as Pasha thought he was done with having kids, Dmitry decided to give the fertility drugs one more go. Sure enough, Pasha's body responded almost immediately to the drugs. Dmitry may have gone a bit overboard with them compared to the last couple of pregnancies. He really likes seeing Pasha carry multiples.
Only four weeks after surreptitiously adding drugs to Pasha's morning coffee - the way he's done it all this time - Pasha already looked like he was midway through a single pregnancy. Pasha turned and asked Dmitry, "You've used those bloody drugs again, haven't you?"
"What makes you think that, babe?" Dmitry replied, playing stupid.
"Babe, look!" Pasha opened his shirt, showing his deep brown linea nigra, his heavy pecs and his shallow bellybutton. "Last time I looked like this so early in the pregnancy, I was carrying 8. But even then, it wasn't until 10 weeks, not 4 weeks!"
Dmitry's eyes widened in both slight horror and excitement. Oh, he's really going to blow up, Dmitry thought.