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When I fucked a baby into your soft, young, fertile, little belly.
Oh myGod, I’m going to have to quit thinking about that shit.
I need to be on my best behavior and never touch the poor girl again, because I can only imagine how things are going to go down when I introduce myself to her father.
9
JEM
The grocery store is busier when we return, and we have to start from scratch because our abandoned carts are nowhere to be found.
“Do you want to share a cart, so you can keep holding Viv?” I ask. “I noticed you didn’t have that much stuff, anyway.”
“Uh… sure,” Gunnar replies, barely taking his eyes off Viv.
Besottedis probably the best term to describe him right now. He continually stares at her, touches her cheeks and her hair, straightens her clothes, and adjusts the little bow in her hair.
It’s probably a good thing she’s so fucking cute. I think it really eased the blow of his finding out he’s a dad.
Plus, it sounds like he got pretty excited about coming inside me, and after months of thinking about that night and what must have happened, I have to say, his fucking a baby into me on purpose has been my top fantasy. In that daydream, I usually end up living with him in his cabin in the mountains and having more of his babies, while he makes sure I come morning, noon, and night. In reality, I’m way more independent and untrusting, but I can’t help what comes to mind when I think of this man.
“So I like your shirt,” he says with a smirk.
My face flares with heat, and I squeeze my eyes shut a moment, before I clear my throat. “Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.” I wince. “I didn’t want the Uber guy staring at my tits in that dress.”
“Uber,” he says with a nod. “I fucking wondered how you got away.” He looks me over and smiles. “I don’t mind you, wearing it. Looks good on you.”
My cheeks get even warmer, and I duck my head. “Thanks.”
“And how are your frisky, woolly woodland creatures going?” he asks, a smile in his voice.
“Good, actually. I now film them and put the videoclips on TikTok, and I have enough followers to earn a living. Which means I can comfortably stay home with Viv and give her everything she needs.”
Gunnar stares at me. “I only understood about half of what you just said. But it was the important half, I think. You make videos of your creatures, and people pay to watch them?”
I snort softly. “You sound like such a boomer. The age-gap thing was really hot until just now.” I give him a cheeky grin and pull out my phone to show him one of my clips.
“The vibe is cute little critters, doing sweet, wholesome things, to bring a little joy into people’s social-media feeds. Help balance out life’s drama factor. The world needs more happiness, and that’s what I get out of it, so I thought I’d spread some around.”
Gunnar watches and re-watches, captivated, until I swipe another video into view, so he can see some of my other work. I’m quite proud of the nimble fox family, playing frisbee.
“These are frickin’ adorable.” He returns his gaze to me, as the video starts its loop again. “You’re… famous?”
I roll my eyes. “Everyone’s famous, Gunnar. I’m one of the many who’ve learned to monetize a hobby, so I can enjoy my work. Because, if we don’t enjoy ourselves, then what’s the point.Right? A wise man once told me life’s too short, to waste my time on shit that doesn’t serve.”
The un-bearded apples of his cheeks get sweetly pink, and he looks back at our little girl. “Not sure I’d call mewise, exactly.”
“Because you let an eighteen-year-old seduce you?” I ask quietly once the nearby elderly lady reaches the end of the aisle. “Or because you fucked her bare and unintentionally spawned?”
The color in his cheeks rises. “Pretty sure I was fantasizing about the spawning part when I fucked you, so the intention to breed you was definitely there, but so was the intention to discuss it with you in the morning. Theunwisepart was falling asleep so soundly I missed your escape and didn’t get a chance to take you to breakfast and convince you thatno stringswas a stupid idea.”
My core ripples with delight at his words, and the box of cereal I’m holding slips from my fingers and falls into the shopping cart. He looks at me, his expression concerned and remorseful.
“Well,” I say breathily as I try to get a grip on myself. “I was not expecting you to say that.”
“And I was not expecting you to be eighteen, have a different name, or be this fucking ballsy. The truly unwise thing was probably taking you home with me, at all.”
I stare at him and cross my arms over my chest. “Are you saying you regret it?” I ask, glancing at Viv.
