INSTA-Daddy

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He began scratching his nape. I peered forward, waiting for him to go on.

Another sigh. "She said about 'finding out your secret'. She said about 'ruining you'. That sort of stuff."

I snorted. "You heard that?"

"Something bad happens to you, something bad will happen to little Tommy," he knelt down in front of me and began rubbing on my sweatshirt, my belly part, like a child.

I snickered. "Woah woah. Again. We're not sure yet if this is a boy." We didn't undergo any ultrasounds yet. My mother had told me head on that she should be with me when I get my first ultrasound which won't be until the start of next month.

He stood up again. My eyes found its way to his naked upper body again. I froze, my spine went chilly. I didn't even realize that I had bit my lower lip as I leered.

"It's a boy alright. It's my little Tommy."

I snickered. No way. I want it to be a girl. I chose to shut my mouth instead. If he thinks it's a boy, then so be it. But it's a girl. An absolute girl.

I was about to retort with another question when I was intruded by a 'ting'. It was the oven. The muffins are done.

Tom hurriedly turned the oven off, opened the oven and grasped for the oven tray. Forgetting his hands were bare, he squinched in a slight burning pain. He flickered his hand in mid air, puffing his breath on it to melt away the burn.

Unconsciously, I chuckled. I didn't want to. It just got out.

"You think this is funny?" He moved one foot forward as he said that. "You really think that was funny?" He reiterated, moving another foot forward.

I wanted to compose myself from chuckling but I couldn't stop myself. He looked so adorable when he's careless. And how he winced in pain. Priceless.

"I'll show you funny," he jumped at me, his arms wide open as if ready for an attack. Due to impulse, I let out a squeal and acted to run. I was too late.

He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me back, and the next thing I knew-- I was trapped in between his bare arms. His arms were enveloped around me, a bit higher above my waist part.

I screamed. It can't be helped. His action startled me. I jerked my body side to side to lam but his arms just held tighter. I clutched my nails on his arms' flesh; it didn't seem to do any help.

Despite, being covered with thick sweatshirt, his bare body pressing against me was sending chills all over.  The heat and sting that started from my cheek spread all throughout, filling up my heart and my stomach (not the fetus).

I only stopped squirming when I realized how close his face was. It was really close to the point that my cheeks were almost touching his. I'm not quite sure, but I think he was smiling. My mind was too filled up with rainbows and clouds that I couldn't figure out if I'm seeing things right.

His man scent was drowning me. My chest was drumming so hard it could pass as a sound for metallics.

Any second now, my heart was melting like wax candle. I was not ready to die. I screamed again, somewhat pitchy this time. The fourth time I was about to scream again, he broke me free.

He stepped back, his hand clasped against his naked abdomen, laughing loudly.

I panted for air while I combed my hair with my fingers. He leaned his lower arm on the table's surface behind him. He was still laughing.

My brows drew closer. "T-that wasn't funny!" I yelped, my voice still pitchy.

"You should have seen your face," he chortled, wiping a bit of tears forming on the corner of his eye.