Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I left my cock in her giving her little short jabs while her cunt quivered and looked for more cream. Once I was done I pulled out and fixed my clothes while she took care of hers.
I was almost out the door when I remembered the last time she went into one of her cleaning fits. She’d damn near thrown out half of my shit that she swore I didn’t wear. I looked back in time to see her going back to what she’d been doing when I walked in.
“What’re you doing? What is that?” I pointed at the maternity dress in her hand and backed the fuck up. No, just fucking no.
“Okay now Dante, don’t panic…”
“I don’t like those words. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?” She gave me a pitying look and I almost cried. I’ve been hardcore since about the age of twelve. I ran shit my way no matter the circumstances and by the time I was twenty, grown men knew to stay the fuck out of my way. But I can’t do another one of her kids.
She came towards me and ran her hand soothingly up and down my chest. I think I started hyperventilating or some shit. “Come, it’s going to be okay.” She led me to the bed across the room and sat me down.
She’d taken to this parenting shit with ease. I didn’t have any problems with it myself it’s just that I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since the babies came home from the hospital, and even less since my daughter learned to walk.
The rest of them see nothing wrong with her or the shit she gets into, but they have no idea. That kid, is going to be trouble, I have not one fucking doubt in my mind.
“Okay, tell me fast. Are you pregnant?” I started praying but I’m not sure what I was praying for exactly. A healthy kid, or for her to tell me that I was panicking for nothing, that there was no pregnancy. And to think I’d had the bright idea of breeding her every other year or so.
“I’m pregnant.” Ah damn! I didn’t say that shit out loud because the look in her eyes was very uncertain, like she was expecting me to freak the fuck out, which I was very close to doing.
“Dante think about it, it can just as easily be another boy. And even if it’s a girl, there’s no reason to believe that she’s going to be like you know who.” See, even her damn mother knows not to say her name or…
“Pop-pop!” Fuck.
“I’m in here angel.” My ass, from the underworld maybe.
“Are we going to the park? I thought we were going to the park.” She flounced her ass into the room and I didn’t even bother looking for her nanny. She loses that bitch faster than I can shake pop’s ever-changing detail.
“You’re on punishment, you’re not going anywhere.” Her mother tried starting her shit with me. “Do you know what she did? The papers for the merger, the ones that I need to have signed and delivered certified mail by tomorrow morning went missing.”
“You don’t know that she…” Yeah, she caught herself real quick. “Danielle, come to mommy baby.” I wonder when she’s gonna stop dressing this kid in these fancy dresses with the frills and shit? What a con.
Most people who meet her swear up one side and down the other that she’s nothing like I’ve warned them about. That’s because her mother dresses her in this shit and they take one look at that cotton candy shit and fall into the trap.
It only takes them five minutes and by then I’m out the game. I figure if I warn your stupid ass and you let a two year old get the drop on you, you’re on your own.
“Now Danielle, did you take Pop-pop’s papers?” She played with her dress and peeped around her mother at me. The smile she gave me with her mother’s face and my dimples was enough for her to make bank for the rest of her life. I just held my peace and waited for the con.
“Momma, can I have Junior’s toy?”
“Which toy baby?”
“The one he took back.” She smiled at me. Ain’t this all about a fucking bitch.
The End