The Bad Boy's Little Pumpkin

Bad Boys Make Great Dads

Damien said he'd come over after we were done with dinner. He was busy keying the car of a teacher who failed him. If he bombed one more test, he'd be failing history. He wouldn't be allowed at football practice, or any games, until he was at least passing his classes.

I was busy trying to do the little homework I had left. Once I finished my last few math questions I went over to Captain's tank and took the lid off. I dropped two of his favorite food pellets in, then splashed my fingers in the water.

"Hey Captain, over here buddy!" I said.

The current of the splashing water usually got his attention. His green and white body wiggled over to my fingers, sniffed around, and eventually found his food. I put the lid back on and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. When I went to dry them on the hand towel, Damien was standing in the doorway.

"There's my little Pumpkin," he said before giving me a peck on the lips. "What do you have to tell me?"

I didn't say a word. He followed me into my room. He sprawled himself out on my bed like always and I shut the door, then handed him the ultrasound picture.

"Babe, I'm pregnant. Sixteen weeks," I said. Short, sweet, and to the point.

He sat up. "You serious?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry. But I'm gonna keep it, just so you know. Hope you're cool with being a dad."

A big smile made its way across his face. "Of course I am babe!"

"You are? I thought you'd totally bail on me."

"No way babe! I'm going to be there for you every step of the way."

"Wow. You're so amazing."

"I'll start looking for jobs so we can save a little money." He lifted my shirt and kissed my still-flat belly. "Daddy loves you, little nugget!"

"Stop! That tickles!" I said, giggling.

"Oh, it does?"

I proceeded to fall over my bed, because now I was being attacked by Damien's tickles. I looked up into his bright blue eyes. He was over me, and his lips came down onto mine. He started reaching around to undo the hook of my bra. While we made out.

I ran my hand down his rock solid abs after he took off his shirt. I loved everything about him. Things went further and further until I could see every inch of him. He was pitching a nice, firm tent under the sheets.

Our bodies were all over each other. I was panting while he felt me everywhere. Then suddenly he pulled back.

"Wait, if you're pregnant, can we?" he asked.

"Yeah. That's a myth. Doctor says we can have as much fun as we want."

"Got it. But after it's born, we gotta go back to condoms. I'm sorry babe."

I pulled him in for another kiss, then caught my breath. "We can worry about that in five months from now."

We went back to making out and then went further, and further. Damien Thrasher knew how to satisfy a woman. If we didn't take more precautions later on, there would be a whole lot more little babies running around in the future.

Honestly, it was fine with me. With my decent looks and Damien being hot AF, we were going to have a ton of cute kids.