Baby Bump; J.G

Baby Bump; J.G

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"Did you even put on a condom?" I asked "No I didn't actually, I assumed that you were on birth control " he said answering my question. My eyes widen. "Did you pull out before you came?" I asked starting to panic. "No,because if your on birth contr-" he started but I cut him off. "I know how fucking birth control works and I'm not on any birth control, what the fuck!! You can't just assume shit"I yelled with tears brimming my eyes at the thought that I could be pregnant.
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I wanted a baby. I really, wanted to have a baby... It wasn't an option of wanted one right now, given my super-hot boyfriend already knocked me up... I was going to have a baby. I just had to tell him... Need to tell him. Enter the problem. My stepdaughter. I loved her. She hated me. Absolutely normal. She was daddy's little angel and could do no wrong in his eyes. She didn't want a sibling... Like she had a say in it. Back to my super-hot builder boyfriend, more correctly, my super fine baby daddy. I had to drop the B-BOMB. Shouldn't be too hard, right? Ugh, maybe... We weren't not trying to get pregnant, but we weren't trying either. We were just having a lot of sex. Great. Mind-blowing sex! Legs shaking... kind of sex! I thought he'd be happy about it.. I thought she'd get over it.. I thought maybe after nearly eight years together, he'd put a damn ring on it. You see my point? Tantrums. Fighting. Tears. One hell of a night later, and no one seem to have seen my point.

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