Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I lift anguished eyes to him.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I guess it’s because my mom had a hard time giving birth to me, and I have a feeling that my very existence was one of the reasons why my parents divorced. I’m real scared, Dane. I can’t even describe my level of anxiety.”
Dane looks thoughtful then, his handsome features composed even as his hand continues to stroke my back.
“We’ll figure it out then,” he finally says in a low voice. “Don’t worry about it, honey, because we have plenty of time. You’re only nineteen, and as for dudes—well, we’re virile until the very end.”
I nod, still trying to breathe.
“I think Robert De Niro just had his seventh child, and he’s almost eighty.”
Dane throws his black head back with a shout of laughter.
“He did? Hell, Bob De Niro is incredible. I wouldn’t think a septuagenarian, much less an octogenarian, would want to be a father to a small child, but hey, good for him. So you see? There’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. We’ll take things a step at a time.”
I nod, even as my heartbeat continues to race, because I’m grateful that this conversation is being put on hold. Still, I’m terrified of getting pregnant. It scares me more than anything else, and I haven’t conveyed my fear to Dane to its fullest extent. But how can I tell a man who clearly wants a big family about my anxieties? I have a feeling he’d dump me if he knew the depth of my terror, and then I’d be left with nothing … and no future to speak of.
7
Jamie
“I don’t know what to do,” I wail into the phone. “Am I crazy or what?”
I’m on a call with my friend Kimber from back home. At the moment, Kimber has my half-sister, Lily, cradled in one arm, but as soon as Kimber affirms that Lily’s asleep, she gently leans over to put the baby in her crib before reappearing on screen.
“You’re not crazy, Jamie,” she soothes. “It’s normal to feel this way. You’re only nineteen, and becoming a mom is a big change. It’s okay to be terrified.”
“Yeah, but you were nineteen when you got pregnant with Lily! Weren’t you frightened? Wasn’t it scary? I mean, it’s not like you and my dad were planning on having a baby.”
My pretty friend bites her lip as her eyes dart off-screen.
“Well, actually…”
I stare at her.
“Wait, you were planning on getting pregnant? Really? But you were in school at the time, and I don’t know. I guess I always assumed Lily was an accident.”
Kimber shakes her head.
“She wasn’t an accident. Your father and I wanted a baby together, and Lily’s a blessing. But it’s more than that, Jamie. It’s … well, I was hoping to get pregnant.”
I stare at her.
“Are you serious?”
Kimber nods, biting her lip.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I guess now’s as good of a time as any. I went to a breeding party at a sex club with the intention of getting preggo, Jamie. I wanted to get knocked up.”
I stare at her before whispering, ”So the rumors are true.”
My friend grimaces a little.
“I guess you’ve heard then. Hooper always is smaller than you think,” she sighs. “But yes, your dad and I happened to be at the same breeding party, and I was bred by three men.”
“Three men?” I squeal. “Oh my god! How do you even know that Lily is my dad’s?”
That makes Kimber laugh.
“No, no. I didn’t get pregnant that night. It’s only after, when your dad and I started up a relationship that I conceived. But yes, I was at a breeding party where three men came in me, and all of it with no protection too. So I had the opposite problem as you: I wanted to get pregnant, and was willing to do almost anything to make it happen.”
I gape at her.
“But a breeding party? You have to admit, Kimber, that that’s insane. Totally off-the-reservation crazy. What were you thinking?”
She shrugs.
“That’s the thing. When you want something that bad, you’re willing to do anything to get it. I wanted to be a mommy, but you know that I don’t have the money for IVF. And the boys I was meeting at Coleman U were ridiculous. They couldn’t even take care of themselves, they were so immature. So a breeding party it was.”
I shake my head, still stunned by the confirmation of the rumors. After all, there was gossip circulating about my dad and Kimber, and how they hooked up, but still. To hear it from the mouth of the horse makes me sit up with surprise.
Yet I shouldn’t judge because I like being nasty and scandalous too. I’ve been making love non-stop with Dane, and we do everything and anything to each other’s bodies that we please. He comes in my coffee almost every morning now, and I drink it all up before murmuring, “Thank you, Daddy.” On other days, he’s even able to come a second time into my thermos, and I take it with me to school and sip from it during my classes. Yes, we’re disgusting and rancid, but nothing gets me through a boring lecture like the taste of Dane’s savory seed. It makes me tingle and press my thighs together, anticipating what we’ll be doing in bed once my classes get out.