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The last time she tried, it was to hide the pregnancy test and take it without me knowing about it, unaware of the fact that I’d taken a blood sample while she was sleeping two weeks prior and gotten it analyzed.
I didn’t purposely try to knock her up. But when she was on antibiotics for her wisdom tooth infection, I admittedly did fuck her more than usual, making a point of coming in that delightful cunt of hers. After all, how many opportunities like this am I going to get? We’re alone on the East Coast. Well notalonealone, but we’re not fucking around with nearly as many people as we would be if we still were in Thorn Falls. And antibiotics are known for fucking up contraception for a bit. It was a great time to get our first kid on the way. I know that if it was up to her, she’d leave it for a decade, if not two. And then we’ll be back with everyone else, which means that there’d be a certain chance of one of my cousins or some of my friends impregnating my wife.
Besides, she was dying to be more involved in her brother’s upbringing, but felt guilty about having him around too often, certain I was being polite when I said I didn’t mind if she fucking adopted him.
Like, am I ever that polite?
We’re going to have our own child in less than two months, and as I expected her to, she asked if we could have her little brother around more often. I repeated that he could just live with us, and this time, she listened. What’s the difference between one or two screaming minions, really?
I know she’s been in touch with the Goltzes, and one phone call to my cousin made the cause obvious. My favorite little hacker is working.
She thinks I’d disapprove. Just because I insisted she take time off this semester, given how tired and stressed she was, doesn’t mean that I want her bored out of her mind watching Netflix and reading porn all day. She had a bit of a scare in March, and I’ve admittedly been rather adamant about her activity level since. The doctor recommended rest. She’s resting, the end. Going out every day, walking from class to class? Terrible idea. Staying home, doing a bit of mental gymnastics in front of her screen between yoga sessions isn’t going to kill her—or our kid.
The worst thing that could happen with her making use of her hacking skills is tendinitis. I’m not that controlling.
Besides, I rather like the idea of us accumulating favors with the Goltzes—as well as the Heritage board.
“So, are you still meeting your study group tonight?”
“Nah, they moved the session to tomorrow. Someone was working.” I magnanimously put her out of her misery. “Why, do you need to call Markus with an update?”
Her gunmetal eyes widen. “You knew.”
My lips curve into a grin. “I could pretend to go for a drink with Dimitri if you want privacy.”
“I can’t believe you knew and made me sneak around! You know I feel terrible when I have to lie.” She pouts.
“But it was adorable to watch you try.” I bring my mouth to her neck and nuzzle it. “What’s the update?”
“It’s…bad. And urgent. I should already have reached out.”
I feel mildly guilty. “You know you don’t have to hide anything important to you from me, princess. I have your back.”
“But you’re so nice and understanding and supportive,” she whines.
“My worst traits. Howcanyou bear spending time with me?”
“I got myself pregnant and you’ve been nothing but amazing. And you don’t ask for much, but you asked me to take it easy. And I didn’t.”
She looks so torn, so guilty. The old me would have ensured she kept feeling exactly like that, to milk it for all it’s worth. Get my way when she doesn’t want to fold.
“Morgan, I got you pregnant. It wasn’t immaculate conception.”
“It was an accident,” she grumbles, annoyed about anything outside of her control. “I’m the one with the womb. I’m the one who wanted to keep it.”
“I am the one with the dick. I knew fucking you while you were on meds increased the risk of pregnancy. I could have wrapped it.” I shrug. “Instead, I fucked you more. And, princess? There is no universe where we wouldn’t have kept our child.”
She stands, open-mouthed at my admission.
In a second, she’ll realize she should be pissed. Before that happens, I bring my mouth lower, parting her legs. “You’d better call your client. You have an emergency, right? And I have a lovely little pussy to feast on.”
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MARKUS
Isigh when I see the number trying to reach me. I hesitate for a second, weighing my options.
Dez gives great head. I try not to think too hard about how she learned to do it, but honestly, your average hooker doesn’t suck cocks as well as my precious fuckdoll. A fucking earthquakes or a fire wouldn’t be enough to make me stop her.
