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‘I won’t tell her,’ Cara complies, her brows furrowed.
‘It’s very, very important,’ I insist, cupping her face. ‘If you tell her, I may not be able to take care of you.’
‘Oh.’ Understanding dawns in her eyes and she nods. ‘Okay, yes, I promise, I won’t tell her, Daddy.’
‘That’s good, babe.’ I give her a peck on her lips. ‘Another thing, I think you should start calling me Kyle.’ Some of the light in her eyes dims and her gaze drops to the floor. ‘Only when I have my hand in your pants, do I want you to call me Daddy.’
Her eyes flare back to life and her breath hitches as I demonstrate by forcing the two fingers back inside her swollen pussy.
‘Oh, Daddy…’ she moans, her head drops back and her nails dig into my abs.
‘Good girl.’ I grin.
Once I’ve made Cara promise me one more time not to tell that I’m the father, and I’ve kissed her deeply, I send her on her way to her mother. The room smells of young pussy. I reach into my workout shorts and bring out my hard cock.
Cara is pregnant.
I slide my hand, still wet with Cara’s juices, up and down my length.
I’m going to be a father.
My breathing picks up and I squeeze my cock harder. A warmth is spreading from my chest. I picture Cara with a growing belly, bent over the kitchen island. I gasp, grab hold of the running machine for balance, and spray cum all over Valerie’s cactus.
11
Chapter 11
The yelling spills out of the main house before I’ve even tucked my cock back in my workout shorts and pulled on a t-shirt.
Leisurely, I walk across the yard and make my way to the front lounge through the kitchen entrance.
‘What the fuck is going on?’ I ask, schooling my content face behind a scowl.
‘She’s a fucking slut! She’s going to ruin my life!’ Valerie screams. Red spots cover her cheeks and chest, and there’s a wildness in her eyes I’ve never seen before.
‘What’s new?’ I ask in pretend exasperation. Cara whips her head around and stares at me with hurt in her violet-blue eyes, but thankfully, she keeps her mouth shut. There are fresh tear stains down her cheeks and wet dots on her top. If she keeps this crying up, she’ll be the only contestant in my own private wet t-shirt competition.
‘What’s new?’ Valerie points a finger at Cara, right at her chest that I’m imagining spraying with water or champagne. Or my cum. Definitively my cum. ‘I’ll tell you what’sfuckingnew. She’sfuckingpregnant!’
I stop in my tracks, forcing my daydream to the back of my head and act surprised. ‘What?’
‘Yes! Nineteen, unemployed and pregnant. A-fuck-ing-cli-ché!’
‘I’m not unemployed!’ Cara shouts. ‘I work part time, just like you. And you were pregnant at nineteen too!’
‘Yes, and you should have learned from my mistakes! You were a mistake!’ she screams. Fresh tears form in Cara’s eyes. ‘A mistake!’
‘Cara?’ The quietness of my voice stops them both. ‘Is it true? Are you pregnant?’
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. ‘Yes.’
‘And are you feeling okay? Any morning sickness or dizziness?’
Her dark waves dance over her shoulders as Cara shakes her head. ‘No, not yet.’
‘Have you been to see a doctor?’
She sniffs. ‘No.’
