What Isnt Expected

Eleven

A/n: yes more chapters are coming. So far 20 is waiting to be edited on wattpad but altogether I have over 30 saved chapters. Before you guys get all excited the story will drastically change after that, there will be no clones anymore especially since I don't even remember most of that but enjoy❤️❤️❤️❤️

Herny runs away from me as fast as he could, and I always make sure I'm at least ten times slower than his little tiny legs. Emma left him with me. I'm assuming her parents thinks he's with granny; I know this little plan she came up with will backfire and bite her in the ass. One day her mom will go to Granny's and ask to see him and Granny would be confused as all hell. I could just see her storming up to my house now.

Oh! And then there's the grimy fact that my mother hired her father as the sheriff. I'm sure it was to scare me, yet and still, I feel unfazed about how anyone feels at this point. I'm too deep in this. We share a kid. Possibly kids...yes. I emphasize the plural because Emma realized that, so far, in this month of October, she had been so busy and forgotten to take the pill and I have been cuming in her like she were on her death bed and it was the only possible cure.

She nearly freaked out about it. Her mind told her that I was going to leave or make her get an abortion because if she is pregnant she wants to keep it. I don't mind keeping it, but I can't stop thinking about how fucking hard this going to be.

I scoop my little prince up in my arms and tickle his belly. His laugh is the most adorable thing; not to mention, his smile and those green eyes full of love and joy. To me, he looks exactly like Emma, but then again I have never seen the father or plan on seeing him ever.

When we get tired from playing his little chasing game. Henry and I watch tv, snuggling together on the sofa like we couldn't live without the skin to skin contact. Sitting here leaves me to wonder. How would Emma's mom react? She doesn't know I have a cock though...

Just on cue, the blonde bursts through the door and slams it shut causing Henry and I to jump slightly. Someone's pissed...I listen to her heavy feet travel into the kitchen, up the stairs, and back down here again. I'm sure that conversation about her sister did not go well.

"Okay guys...lets make pizza!" She tries to sound chipper but it's not really working out. Henry and I both look up behind the couch and at her. She's patiently waiting, most likely needing the distraction to put her mind at ease.

Henry slides off the couch and throws his victory arms up in the air. "Yaaaaayyyy pizza!" He cheers and runs to the kitchen. Without further questioning or pressuring the blonde, I obey and keep silent.

"We have to start over..." I frown down at the dough that took so long to shape. Emma's eyes darts between me and it trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with it.

"What?! Gina it's fine!" She gasps in defense. I look up at our son who's sitting calmly on the counter and eating the cheese like it's a snack and not meant for our pizza.

"Henry!" I scold and take the bag from him. Of course he begins to cry. So, I find a cup and poured a little in. He dug right in. "This big ass pizza isn't going to fit in that tiny oven."

Emma chuckles childishly at that sentence alone. I roll my eyes in frustration and began to smash the dough back together into a ball. I'm sure she's thinking about my cock and her 'oven'.

"You fit perfectly fine now." She laughs out loud now. I dip my fingers in the sauce and spread it across her cheek. "Regina!" She squeals.

"Stop talking about those things in front of my son miss Swan." I scold. I can't help but laugh at her trying to use her tongue alone to lick the sauce up. She's seriously straining it as if it could reach that far.