His Soft Spot

{Thirty Four}

Cals bump!!

December 23rd was Dante's birthday. He didn't seem thrilled about turning 25 so he made the day for me. For our one year dating anniversary. Cass and Liv helped me get dressed up in something revealing and also cute with the bump, then Dante took me out for dinner. It was really nice of him and I was really happy. Of course I still bought him a gift which was sketch books and sketching supplies. I let him open it in private because I knew he didn't like being open about being artistic. He really liked them. I was really happy that he liked them.

Then he fucked me into oblivion. That was the highlight of the night I think. He gave really good aftercare.

But now it's January 5th, I'm four months pregnant and we are working on Annie's family situation.

Her dad was found in Costa Rica, we emailed him and contacted him, he said he was capable of taking his daughter back, but of course, Dante didn't trust him.

So Mr. Jonas is getting flown down here. Annie was crying she was so happy when we told her. Then she was crying cause she was sad because she would never see us again.

"He will be here soon Ann." I said, "you need to get ready."

"No." She said. "I don't wanna go."

"We will call you if you want. We can talk all the time and I can tell you about the baby."

"The baby! I don't wanna leave the baby!" She cried out, tears streamed down her cheeks. There was a knock on the door, then Dante poked his head in the room.

"Annie, what are you still doing in bed still?" He frowned and she confined to cry so he walked into the room and over to her and picked her out of bed.

She pushed her head into his chest and cried her poor eyes out, fisting onto his shirt. "Sh sh, it's okay Annie. You're going to have a better life with your dad." He tried to soothe her.

"I like it here though." She sobbed.

"I know but it's not really suited for you-"

"But you're gonna have a baby." She cut her off.

"I know. But you need to go to school. And make friends. You can't have this here." He told her.

"Yeah, I guess." She mumbled.

"Your dad has our phone number. Just call us. Callie would always talk to you and I think you know that."

"You won't?" She sniffled.

"Of course I will. You are without hesitation my favourite kid."

"I'm the only kid you know."

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. You will always be my favourite." She smiled and giggled.

"You're my favourite."

"Really?" He gasped.

"Yes." She giggled. "You look very scary, sometimes you still do. But just like Callie says, you're a major softy. Not everyone sees it but I can."

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or..."

"It is." She said, but then frowned slightly and her lower lip quivered. Then she began to cry. "I don't wanna leave."

"I know. But you're gonna be happy when you see your dad. He said he misses you a lot and he can't wait to see you again."

"Yeah. I missed him too." She mumbled.

"Then let's get you ready for him. Okay?"

"Okay? But can you do it?" She asked and he nodded.

"Of course." He said and she smiled, but was still sniffling a little.