Emalynne is a 17 year old girl. Quiet and shy. Straight A student. Never been in trouble a day in her life.. until she meets Damon Dark. A 20 year old.... psycho.
Daddy kink<--- DDLG!!!! DDLG!!!!
this is a mature story.
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Josiah has been here for 8 weeks. 8. Felt like an eternity. I was released not long after I had him but he had to stay.
He was a growing boy, getting bigger and bigger everyday. His heart was still a little smaller than normal, but was pumping efficiently.
He wasn't in the NICU anymore considering he's reaching all his weight goals.
"He's perfect" sam said leaning over his cradle thing. "He looks like you Emmy"
"He doesn't. He looks like his dad and I'm mad about it" I huffed. The only thing that Josiah got from me was my eye color and dimples. Everything else was Damon. His dark hair. His entire face.
"Don't be mad baby" Damon smiled, "our next one can look like you"
"Slow down there killer." I rolled my eyes and got up from my chair. Josiah had his own room. It was for Damon and I considering one of us was always here.
"Hey, I'm back with food" my mom said walking in the room.
"Where's paul?"
"Coming" and on cue he walked in.
Shes been here for 7 weeks and 2 days. Not wanting to leave until josiah was able to go home.
"How's my angel?" She asked walking over to his thing.
He fussed a little, wanting to be fed.
"Hungry apparently." I sighed. "My nipples are gonna fall off"
I walked over to him and rubbed his cheek. "You're gonna make mommas nipples fall off huh" I talked to him in a baby voice.
"You say weird things to him" damon says.
I pick him up and unclasp my tank top to feed him. "I wanna go home" I sighed.
"Doctor said in a few days he will release us early" damon said. "they just wanna make sure his heart is okay"
Damon and I are waiting to get married for a few more months. We want Josiah to be apart of it obviously. So right now mom is enjoying helping me plan.
Oh! And Sam has a boyfriend. The clerk I told you about. Instead of doing it the normal way by kidnapping him, he just asked him out. Weirdo.
"Where's Dylan" I asked.
"working until 3." sam sighed.
"Aww does Sammy miss him" Damon teased.
"Shut up loser"
"That's rude"
"You're rude"
"Boys" I shook my head and looked down at my baby, "hopefully you get my brains and not your daddy's."
"Hey!"
I just laughed.
***
One Month Later
"Josiah my love" I tickled him. He was just over Three months old. It was weird. He was growing so fast.
He was a chunky boy.
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