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Cheater, Liar - Funny Man VS. Danny (Part 1)

I'm at a party with my boyfriend Funny Man. I'm pretty pissed off right now because he's getting high and feeling up another woman right now. Why don't I leave him? I'm pregnant with his kid, probably.... No one else knows yet. I probably should leave him, but... I just can't. For the baby's sake, I can't... I watch as Funny leads the other woman upstairs, probably to have sex with her, then I cry. I just break down crying and I run to my car. Danny follows me out. 

"Hey, hey...." he says, stopping me from running away and pulls me to him. "It's okay. It's okay. Let it all out..."

I hug him around his waist and cry into his chest. Funny Man sucks. I hope he gets herpes.

Danny smooths my hair and wipes away my tears, then holds both my cheeks. My surprised, tear filled eyes meet his soft, understanding ones, and then it happens. Danny kisses me. I step back.

"Not here love. Someone will see."

"Then come home with me."

"Let's go before Funny brings another girl upstairs."

I get into my car and Danny, also being sober, gets into his, then we drive to his house. I got out and followed him into his house, being pulled in by the gravity of him. He kissed me lightly at first and his hands traveled down my back as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. He kissed me deeper and slow, and I knew that tonight he wanted to make love to me. Something deep, slow, gentle, and emotional. We both knew the other wanted it, too. I could really use it since I found out about the pregnancy. I need to know that at least one person loves me and will take care of me. 

The way Danny does me is so different from how Funny Man does. Danny takes his time making love to me, slow and passionate. Funny Man usually just fucks me like I'm one of his one night stands, fast and only thinking of his own enjoyment, then he just cums and leaves. It makes me feel so lonely after sex. I don't like it, I've told him but he doesn't care. Danny, on the other hand, will release into me, then smooth my hair, tell me he loves me, and cuddles with me for hours with his arm around my waist and his chest against my back. He truly does love me.

Danny pulls my shirt over my head now and kisses down my neck slowly.

.....

"I love you so much," Danny whispers to me. We're laying together in bed. We finished for the third time almost an hour ago.

"I love you too, Danny," I whisper back, tucking my face safely into his chest.

.....

I went home a few hours later to Funny Man asleep next to some girl on the couch. I ran past them, crying. Holy shit, how am I supposed to tell him? Maybe I should tell Danny first. He would be more understanding anyway. Which one does the baby belong to, anyway? I don't know. I just lay down in our bed and cry myself to sleep.

I wake up to Funny Man coming upstairs and lays next to me, turning his back to me. I felt a strong wave of nausea that I swallowed down. A second one, twice as strong as the first, hit me hard and sent me running for the bathroom.

Funny Man was waiting outside the bathroom for me when I walked out with messy hair and a pale face.

"Are you pregnant?"

"I'm clearly not feeling well, can you let me just go to bed?"

"ARE YOU PREGNANT?!" he yelled at me.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF, THAT'S THE ANSWER!" I screamed back, not willing to back down.

"Actually, I'm fucking every other girl but you right now," he said with a smirk.

I drew my fist back and hit him hard. He went flying into the wall and cried out in pain. His face was already beginning to visibly bruise and swell.

"I hope you catch herpes, I'm done."

He jumped up and ran toward me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know how I'd live without you."

"You better figure it the fuck out because I'm done. And to answer your question, yes I am pregnant." I reached under our bed and pulled out a large suitcase, put it on the bed, then turned toward him. He dropped to his knees, crying.

"Please don't leave me. I want you. I want the baby. I-I'll get my shit together and take care of you guys. Anything you need. I'll build a nursery for the baby and get up late to calm them and-and...." he broke down sobbing on the floor at my feet.

"You didn't care until I was pregnant. What would make me think that you would still care when the baby is born? I don't trust you to be a good father. I'm going to go away for a week to give us both some space to think. I'll be back soon."

I left him there, crying on the floor, and packed up my essentials, then left.

.....

Danny was waiting on the porch to help me with my suitcase. I called him and told him I needed a place to stay for the week and I really should tell him something. He said come over immediately, so I did. I opened the door to the back seat, where my suitcase is and he picked it up and carried it to his room. I laid down on his bed and waited for him. His body pressed against mine from behind and he kisses my hair. 

"What is it, lovie?" he asks.

I turn around and face him, looking him right in the eyes.

"Danny.... I'm pregnant. I don't know who the father is, either. I mean, the baby is most likely yours, but..."

I look away, unable to face him anymore.

"I'll take care of the baby if it's mine or his. Certainly if it's mine, and definitely if it's his and he won't take care of it."

I buried my face in his chest and cried hard. I fucking love Danny, why did I settle for Funny Man?

. . . . .

I woke up cuddled with Danny in his bed. I feel so warm and comfortable and safe. There's no place I'd rather be than right here. Danny's open palm rests lovingly on the barely perceptible bump of my belly. I leaned into his body just a bit and smile. I just want to wake up like this every day.

I feel Danny shift and then his lips on my cheek. "Good morning, love. How'd you and the baby sleep?"

I turned on my back and looked up at him. "We slept right next to you, honey." I pulled him down for a short kiss. "So... really well." I smile up at him.

"I"m in love with you, (your name)," Danny smiled through.

I teared up and started to cry. He smiled and kissed me over and over until the tears slowed to a stop.

"Let's get some breakfast, shall we?"

"As always."

 . . . . .

"It's time to finally kill the mood and tell you what Funny said," I said to Danny from his passenger seat.

"And that would be...?"

"He wants the baby. He was crying and begging for me to stay with him. I told him I'm going away for a week so we could sort our feeling out."

"Do you know who's it is, yet?"

"No, but I'm getting a DNA test done soon. The question is... what do I tell him if it's yours?"

"We'll figure it out. It's okay, lovie. Just one step at a time." He took my hand in his and held it tight. I know everything will work out in the end.

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