Am I in a womb?

My legs and arms is a bit shorter than I remember and even if I open my eyes i cant see anything.

I can only hear the constant hearbeat of an unknown entity and the constant chatter echoing around
me.

I try to move but i can only emulate a small jerk on my legs. I hear a laughter.

"Oh you sweet thing you're already pretty lively in there, I hope you wont be so rambunctious when you
get out"

No way, Im really inside a womb, what the hell happened? Is this some sort of prank, A reality show
perhaps.

Am I in one of those Mr.Best videos. Last one to get out of the womb gets $10,000?

Think Adam.

Adam, Is that my name?

I lay still trying to remember why am I stuck in this predicament. This must me those classic weekly
nightout with my friends, I probably hookup with someone and crawled inside her vagina.

Wait, thats not it either. I don't have any friends I think.

As I was raking my brains out trying to get a sliver of clues on what happened, the sound of music keeps
going louder and louder outside the womb.

The merry tunes of piano and flute echoes around and inside my fleshy prison. The sound of chatter gets
louder and louder as seconds pass.

What music is this? Its a song I never heard of before, its a combination of medieval and modern music.
It bops.

I try to jerk and move my hand trying to follow the beat of the music, I probably look like a dying frog
but i dont care I like the tune.

"Oghh" Groaned the lady outside

"Are you alright Jenny?" A lady exclaimed

Her voice was raspy and It sounds like a middle age woman who smoke a 3 pack cigarette all at once.

"Im alright mistress Tabitha, The little one just likes music is all" She said while caressing her stomach

"Alright If you say so, and why are you in here someone might see you"

"It's alright mistress the height of the counter hides my stomach"

"Why did you have to get pregnant, you are my best girl."

"I told you that you should have aborted that child. You work in a brothel for pete's sake."

I can hear Jenny's heart beat faster, Her anxiety is in all time high

"I just cant mistress."

"Bah you and your bleeding heart. You wont survive outside this walls"

"Did'nt I tell you to drink your anti pregnancy potion everytime you get to work and now look at you"

"I always do mistress but its just.. Its just that I tend to forget when Prince Lance comes around. His just
so charming and handsome that I tend to get absent minded"

"Hush girl, are you telling me that it was the prince that got you pregnant?"

"No, I dont mean it like that.. I mean maybe"

The lady gasped

"Come here"

The sound of the music and chatter went down. I hear two rapid footsteps and a door closing.

"Do you know what you're saying girl, If it really is the prince's child you are carrying this could be the
end of our brothel"

"The King and the prince trusted us and is our loyal customer so this type of thing wont happen. Why
did'nt you tell me this sooner?"

"Its just that you never asked mistress."

"Ayayay you will be the death of me girl, Here I was thinking you just got pregnant of off some random
men"

"Do you know how hard it is for me to lie to the prince everytime he comes to see you?" "I dont know
what you did to him but he keeps trying to find you"

"Really"

"Oh, dont give me that, I should have aborted that child when I had the chance"

"No! Mistress please"

I jerked in fear of knowing what might happen.

" So, what do you think we will do now huh? We cant just hide the illegitimate child of the prince here,
they will eventually find out"
"I dont know.. J-just give me some more time mistress please. I will find a way"

The old lady sighs

"Haaa. Good thing you are one of my best merchandise if you did'nt I would have kicked you and left
you in an alley somewhere."

"Thank you mistress.."

"In the meantime hide and stay out of sight. Keep this secret to ourselves I dont want this brothel
burned to the ground because of your stupid mistake"

The door slammed and I hear Jenny sobs echoes throughout the room. It fills me with deep saddness
aswell I dont know why. I just meet this woman, I dont know her face, her personality and her story. I
just know her sweet and calming voice. A faceless entity and yet I want to protect her and give her the
best life.

**

I dont even how many days or weeks have past. I have grown accustomed to my limbs i can wiggle my
fingers now.

I have also collected bits and pieces of my past, turns out I lived in the Philippines and I was 25 years old,
no kids no wife. Just a lonely person, maybe god had pity on me and decided to give me another chance,
who knows.

I still cant remember how I end up here though. Did I die?

Is it weird that being inside this flesh bubble gives me some kind of security? That everything is going to
be fine.

Jenny or my mom, let's just call her mom. Always sings to me everytime she goes to sleep. Her soothing
and calming voice always calms me down the only downside is that afterwards it is destroyed by the
constant sobbing.

It irritates me everytime because i cant do anything about it, I cant brush her hair, kiss her forehead and
tell her its going to be alright.

Few days pass she is crying again.

I have to do something. I try to move my arm and reach out from my fleshy prison and try caressing the
inside of her stomach.

The strain shakes my arm a little but i dont care as long as she knows that I am here.

I did it!

She immediately stops crying and holds her stomach it looks like we are holding hands.
"Oh thank you little one. I dont know if can get through this but for you I will gladly try"

I can hear her wiping away her tears.

"Good night little one"

Good night mom. I dont know why I am attached to her its not like i did not have a mother from my
previous life.

It's like finding a lost puppy in the middle of a storm you just want to protect it. Its like that feeling.

I jerked awake, I can hear a commotion outside the womb. I hear the constant knocking of a door and a
voice of the raspy old lady and a man. The voice of the man was deep and commanding. He sounds like
he is in a hurry its like he discovered something and wants to get to the bottom of it immediately.

I hear a knock again.

"Jenny are you there?"

"Its prince Lance!" she gasped under her breath

"Prince Lance, please listen Jenny has a very infectious disease."

"I dont care, i have the kingdoms top healers and white mage at my disposal there is no sickness they
can't cure"

"Jenny, please open the door. I miss our time together. Let me help you"

"I think I--"

My mom's heart is beating so fast it feels like im in a steam train. I can feel her shaking aswell

Come on mom reach out to him!

"Please prince she needs rest" the raspy voice of tabitha cuts through the silence

"Alright then, Ill come back another time"

Then I hear two footstop slowly backing away from the door.

"Wait" her voice was low, full of fear but you can hear of tinge of courage.

Finally, lets go! mom you can do it. I shake my body forward as though giving mom a push in the back.

The two footstep stop. I can hear Tabitha clicking her tounge.

Yeah, screw you old hag.

"What were you about to say prince Lance?"

There was silence then I can hear someone moving closer through the door.

" I was saying that I can help you with your sickness"

"No. N-not that I mean the other one"

"Oh"

My mom heart is beating so fast that it might burst out from her chest and take me with it.

" I said , I think I.. I mean I love you Jenny"

My mom start crying I feel a sense of relief that the storm is finally over. She finally can become happy.
Come on mom tell him you love him too

"Jenny are you still there?"

"Y-yes. I love you too"

I hear the door burst open and I immediately feel a slight pressure on my mom's stomach.

"Oh, jenny my love"

The prince voice is much more close and clearer now.

Come on Lance I mean dad, dont hug her to tightly now, the womb might pop.

Mom is full on sobbing and I also hear dad is crying aswell.

And they live happily ever after.

Just kidding, I wonder what dad will think after seeing me, I mean my mom's stomach.

Wait, they stopped hugging. Drum roll please, lets see what Dad thinks.