Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“You know me too well, Reed.”
I nod.
“I do. Now tell Daddy your problems, honey. I’m sure we can solve them together.”
Catherine relaxes a bit, but then stiffens once more.
“Well, this is a pretty serious issue, Reed. So serious, in fact, that I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
I scoff.
“No one likes problems, baby girl, but trust me, a lot of things can be solved with money. Now what is it? Was your neighbor at it again? Or did you get in a fight with your roommate, what’s her name? Alexa?”
“Alexandra,” my pretty blonde girlfriend corrects me. “And no, it has nothing to do with Alex. It has to do with us, Reed.”
Oh shit. My heart jumps and I stare at her.
“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”
She shakes her head and tears come into her eyes.
“No, never,” she says in a choked voice. “It’s just that I’m pregnant, Reed. I’m expecting a baby.”
The words rocket through my mind and I can’t move at first. A baby? Holy fuck! I’ve wanted to be a father for so long, but I was starting to think that it would never happen. After all, I’ve dated dozens of women. I’ve slept with even more and yet none of them fit the bill because there was always something lacking. They were too skinny, or too shallow, or too interested in money. Sometimes they wanted a job at my family’s company, or they didn’t want to work, period. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t meet a woman who ticked off all my checkboxes.
Was I asking too much? Is someone curvy, sweet, and sensual too much to ask? It hardly seems to be the case, yet after decades of dating, I was quickly reaching the end of the rope at age thirty-five. Sure, there were more than a few women willing to open their legs, and even more who’d love to be called Mrs. Randler. Yet, they just weren’t right, and I’d given up hope until Catherine came along.
That’s when everything changed. My girlfriend has all the goods: curves that go on for days; golden hair that sparkles in the sunlight; and a sweet smile that makes me smile in return. Plus, she’s an animal in the sack. Although she was innocent when we met, I introduced her to the darker ways of life, and she ate it up with a spoon. Not only do I own her bottom all the time now, but she’s learned to take a fist in her kitty, and absolutely craves it too. She’s always begging to be fisted these days, and I’m thinking about teaching her to fist anally. It’s dirty, but totally possible and I know my girl has the goods to get it done.
In short, Cat is perfect for me, and the announcement that she’s expecting has me over the moon. A baby, at long last! It’s incredible and I’m practically exploding with excitement.
“Holy shit, sweetheart. I’ve wanted a baby for so long, and you’ll be the perfect mommy. I know this is unexpected, but we weren’t using protection much of the time, and you’re a very fertile girl with your curves. Plus, I’m a virile man, so it’s just nature doing its job. We’re going to be parents!”
I’m practically hopping around the living room now with excitement, but Catherine doesn’t seem to share my joy. Instead, she gets a sad look on her face and holds up one small palm.
“Reed,” she says in a choked voice. “I’m so sorry, but we might not be parents. Well, I’ll be a mommy, but you might not be the father of this child.”
That stops me in my tracks and I swivel to stare at her with betrayal in my eyes.
“You’ve been stepping out on me?” I ask in a tense, hoarse voice.
Her face crumples and tears fall in a stream down those round cheeks.
“No, of course not. It’s just that I think I’m a few months along already, which means that the baby could be yours … or your brother’s! I’m so sorry, Reed. I know that this is disgusting, complicated, and not what anyone wants. But I was sleeping with Rev when I was dating him, and there were a few instances when we didn’t use protection either. And then you know on Valentine’s Day, I basically jumped from his bed into yours. And then we started sleeping together without protection either, and now … well, I don’t know what to do.”
A million emotions course through my heart. What the hell? Is this really happening?
“This is like some fucking Lifetime movie where the stepdad ends up dating the stepdaughter.”
“I know,” Cat says tearfully. “But it’s the truth. I can’t let you think that you’re the father of this baby, when there’s a chance that you aren’t. It could be your brother’s child, and I don’t know what to do.”