Chapter Five: Pregnant?
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Shadow POV
"Shut up! You big meanie!" I threw a blueberry at Timmy as he continued to laugh.
"But snuggles? You can't think of a better stuffie name?" He laughed.
"I am new at this!" My cheeks were red hot and I was utterly embarrassed. I thought it was a good name! He came over and kissed my cheek.
"I am sorry. You have a lot to learn, young Skywalker." He patted my head and popped a blueberry in his mouth.
"When does Mistress usually wake up?" He asked as he returned to the eggs on the stove.
"She is usually up by now, but she needs rest." I flipped the pancakes and started on some homemade orange juice. It tastes so much better homemade. Ever since I've gotten off the streets, I've been eating organic and homemade stuff. Maybe I'm getting a little too spoiled, but I'm working hard on actually giving a damn about my body.
"Does this have anything to do with the crying in the kitchen?" He asked.
"That was private," I said coldly.
"Sorry. I was just asking. There was a lot of crying yesterday." He shrugged.
"We've been through a lot. If you don't like it, feel free to leave." Mistress said from behind us. Timothy froze and his cheeks reddened.
"Good morning Mommy." I hurried over to her and hugged her.
"Is your tummy still feeling funny?" I asked as I kissed her neck.
"Unfortunately. Good morning Kitten." She kissed me softly on the lips.
"I made a healthy breakfast to hopefully make you feel better." I jogged back over to the pancakes so they don't burn.
"Mistress may I?" Timothy asked, his cheeks still red. She nodded and he hurried over to her. He buried his head under her chin and held her close. His entire body relaxed as she ran her hand through his hair. Yeah, she has that effect. I smiled to myself and started making her plate.
"My body hurts," Timothy grumbled as he slid onto the bar seat.
"Your old Dom not like me?" She winked.
"Far from it." He chuckled.
"Did you enjoy it? I know Shadow did." She grinned, making eye contact with me as she bit into her toast. I blushed and shifted uncomfortably.
"I did enjoy it, Mistress. Not as much as Shadow did." He taunted.
"You both are assholes," I mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Mistress tilted her head.
"I said you both are meanies?" I tried.
"Uh huh." She smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Poor Scar kept running to the rescue because you were screaming so much!" Timothy oh-so-kindly pointed out.
"I can't help it," I whined, already done with this conversation. We eventually had to close the door, but Scar laid outside of it and whined because he couldn't come to my rescue. How pathetic.
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