TIFFANY'S POV
Waking up with Damien this morning is a feeling that I could definitely get used too. Ever since I got pregnant, my grandmother won't allow me to spend the night at his house anymore. Which seems a bit crazy to me, I mean I'm already pregnant, I cant get re-pregnant. So her forbidding me to spend the night, but willing to kick me out to live with him seems a bit stupid. I will never understand that logic. Thinking of that, I need to tell Damien what she said yesterday about me having to be out of her house by April 1st. I check the time on my phone, and it's 9:17am. I'm surprised I'm up this early since I didn't go to bed until 2 am. I look over, and Damien is still knocked out. He looks so handsome when he sleeps, but he needs to get up, because I'm starving. I get up, and get my overnight bag, and carry it to the bathroom, so I can shower and brush my teeth.
I walk into the bathroom, and turn the water on to let it heat up, while I brush my teeth. While I'm brushing my teeth, my mind wonders to what will I do if I'm put out before Damien can get us an apartment. I know he will more than likely invite me to stay here with him, but I know Tyriek is not going to want to have a baby here in his apartment. Waking him up all times of the night, crying all the time. Man, I need to find a source of income, to help Damien. I finish brushing my teeth, and get into the shower, washing my body, and mostly just standing up under the water thinking about how my life ended up the way it has. 30 minutes later I walk out of the bathroom, and into Damien's room. He is awake now.
Good morning beautiful" Damien says to me, making me blush.
"Good morning handsome, are you going to speak to your son" I say mocking him, since he is always saying my son
"Haha, you got jokes huh?" he says laughing, and he gets up and walks to the other side of the room, and grabs my stomach. My stomach isn't actually all that big, which I'm glad about. I don't want to be a whale at 9 months.
"Good morning daddy's baby" he says as he kisses my stomach, making the baby kick.
"Well I guess he knows your voice now" I say laughing
"Yeah my boy knows my voice, that's my son" he says pointing at his chest laughing
"Ok, well when you planning on feeding your son" I ask him being serious
"What you wanna eat babe" He asks smiling.
"Whatever you wanna eat" I tell him smiling as well
"You're not gonna want to eat what I want to eat" He says smirking
"Ohh yeah, well what do you wanna eat?" I ask, already knowing the answer
"I wanna eat you baby" He says licking his lips, making me wet almost instantly
"Well I want you to eat me then, how about that" I say. I don't know where this confidence came from, but I like it
He walks up to me, kissing me so passionately, grabbing my ass, and slapping it. I kiss him back, as our tongues fight for dominancy. I slip my tongue into his mouth, and he sucks on it, making me feel so good inside, that I let out a soft moan. He walks me towards the bed, and lays me down, still kissing me, as he pulls down my leggings, and thong. I lift my bottom half up, so I can help him take them off. He kisses, and then gets up to go shut and lock the door. I take that time to slide all the way back onto the bed.
"Damn girl you so fucking sexy" Damien says to me licking his lips, and smiling at me.
He walks back up to the bed, and keels down, so that his and my lower lips are eye level with each other. He places one soft kiss on my lips, and I start shaking.
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My Perfectly Imperfect Life
Non-Fiction17 year old Tiffany Taylor is months away from graduating high school when she finds out that she's pregnant from her boyfriend of 1 year. She's shocked but kind of happy at the same time, she can finally be the mom that she always wished she had...
