I Don't Regret Having You, Sweetie.

''Who is it? Can't a man have his nap?'' I muttered, rubbing my tired eyes as I opened the door, ''well, whoever the hell you are, come back tomorrow. I need my sleeps.''

''I'm afraid these are more serious matters than your nap, Mr. Markshall.'' The woman spoke, shifting the--baby? In her arms, ''may I come in?"

Thinking that it'll be easier if I just let her in and pay no attention over her babbling--which is probably about how I should have used protection so no babies are left unwanted--

"This might be shocking, Mr. Markshall, but little Chloe here is your child.''

In that moment, I jolted awake.

''What the fu--eff?'' I sputtered, "but--how?''

I took a glance at the sleeping child in the woman's arms, finding myself looking at the very face of--

A mini fucking female me.

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Rated 13+ for the amount of sexual jokes and curses.