Rowley and his pregnat mother

233.Rowley Jefferson sat in his cozy bedroom, the glow of the TV illuminating the room in a soft, blue hue. It was 10 pm, a time when most kids would be fast asleep, but tonight was different. It was not a school night, giving Rowley the freedom to stay up late and indulge in his favorite video game, "Captain Arse Face."

As Rowley delved deep into the virtual world, a series of thuds echoed through the walls, catching his attention. Curiosity piqued, he paused the game and strained his ears to listen. To his surprise, he heard moans and groans coming from his parents' room. It was unusual for them to be so vocal at this hour.

Suddenly, Rowley heard his mother's voice rise above the rest, exclaiming, "You're a very bad boy!" His father's sheepish response of "I know" only added to the intrigue. The sounds intensified, with deeper tones and breathless affirmations of pleasure. Rowley's eyes widened as he realized he was unintentionally eavesdropping on an intimate moment between his parents. His mother even referred to his father as "daddy," which made Rowley giggle nervously.

Tiredness overwhelmed him, and Rowley eventually fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the unconventional lullaby in the background.

The next morning, Rowley trudged downstairs to join his parents for breakfast, his mind still filled with questions about what he had heard the previous night. As he entered the kitchen, his mother blurted out, "I'm pregnant!" Startled, Rowley screamed in fear, his instincts compelling him to protect himself from the unknown threat of impending siblingdom. He swung his flailing fists toward his mother's stomach but was promptly intercepted by his best friend Greg Heffley's family, who whisked him away to ensure no harm came to the growing fetus.

Rowley spent the next nine months living with the Heffleys, experiencing the hilarious escapades that often surrounded Greg. Even though he missed his own family dearly, Rowley found solace in the chaos and warmth of Greg's household. Life continued, and Rowley grew accustomed to the idea of being an older brother.

After what felt like an eternity, Rowley returned home a week earlier than expected, eager to reunite with his mother. However, he had momentarily forgotten about her pregnancy. Appalled at the sight of her slightly rounder figure, he blurted out, "Oh mum, you've been eating too much!" His mother couldn't help but chuckle, realizing that Rowley had yet to grasp the concept of pregnancy fully. She gently reassured him that she intended to keep this baby, hoping that Rowley would come to appreciate the joy it would bring to their lives.

On a sunny afternoon, Rowley spotted his mother sunbathing in the garden, a cigar in one hand and a refreshing glass of lemonade in the other. He hopped onto the trampoline with his favorite teddy bear, blissfully bouncing away. But to his surprise, his mischievous dog Fido joined in, licking Rowley's face with giddy enthusiasm. Rowley giggled uncontrollably, relishing the happiness of the moment.

As Rowley bounced higher, his eyes fell upon his mother's protruding belly, and a mischievous idea formed in his mind. In a sudden, spontaneous act, he jumped and landed right on her pregnant stomach. His mother let out a scream, panic etched across her face. But to everyone's astonishment, the baby inside remained unharmed. Instead, Rowley's impromptu stunt seemingly triggered his mother's labor.

Panicked, they rushed to the hospital, where Rowley was sent off to stay with their next-door neighbor, Nikki Evans. Nikki, a warm-hearted and nurturing individual, had three energetic children of her own- Betty, Vinnie, and Nella. Rowley found solace in their lively company, despite Nella's boisterous nature.

seconds turned into hours as Rowley eagerly awaited his mother's return. Anxiety mixed with anticipation filled his heart. Finally, the day arrived when he saw his mother walk through the front door, holding a small bundle in her arms. A delicate, baby girl nestled within a soft blanket. Rowley's eyes widened as he marveled at the child's unique appearance. She had three beautiful eyes, gazing back at him with a captivating innocence.

With a touch of humor, his mother asked Rowley to choose a name for his sister. Rowley, always one to embrace his quirkiness, proudly declared, "Her name shall be Urinal!" The room burst into laughter, melding joy and bewilderment.

In the coming months, Rowley discovered his sister's exceptional abilities. She didn't communicate in the conventional manner, but her radiant smile spoke volumes. Rowley would play his favorite heavy metal music to help her fall asleep, and much to his surprise, it worked like magic.

In a household now filled with laughter, noise, and a unique brand of chaos, Rowley learned the true meaning of family. He embraced the wondrous gift of becoming a brother, cherishing every moment as he embarked on this extraordinary journey with his one-of-a-kind sister, Urinal, and the rest of his colorful, loving family