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myself.
But while I had managed to keep my mouth from moving, my mind had been jacked up to eleven. Every scenario imaginable was downloaded into my memory banks, the thoughts churning constantly. My head felt like it was a crowded room full of E-swallowing ravers. With glow sticks. And the music sucked.
Angie had just done the mom thing, and that shit had been far from easy. Those fucking hormones were vicious; how Jase survived it is still a mystery. I’m not going to lie, she had scared the fuck out of me. Our once-reasonable friend turned into a Sarah Connor from Terminator, but without the kickass body. Not that I was bringing that shit up.
So to try and get myself up to speed—and to Google pic some images of Sarah Connor to try and calm me down—I did some searching on the ’Net. I wanted to be prepared and find out as much as I could, but instead of coming away with a crash course on being a dad, my search just suggested a whole heap of shit that could go wrong.
And who else was I going to talk to this shit about?
So I called her.
Just a few calls. More to see if we could work this shit out together. Strength in numbers or something like that.
Possibly not my smartest move.
She didn’t sound thrilled.
In fact, I was able to feel the glare of death all the way through the phone, which took some wicked talent. My silent thanks that I decided it was better not to go over and have the conversation face-to-face. Who said there wasn’t a God? That right there was proof he existed.
My internet searches and subsequent calls to Kenzie were not appreciated. See, the fucking Godzilla shit had already started and we were only in the first trimester. We had months before the irritability was supposed to hit—or so said the internet.
And that place was a fucking trap if ever I saw one. Those websites just added more questions rather than give fucking answers. And don’t even get me started on the fucking pictures. Trust me, that shit cannot be unseen. Do not Google cervical dilation . Hand-on-heart, you do not want to know.
And another thing. Apparently they didn’t need my baby-making juice to see if the baby was mine. Seemed like the logical way to see if I was the dad was to check my jizz. I was more than happy to give it—because I’m that kind of guy—and what better way than to go straight to the source. Right?
This shit and more was what kept me tossing and turning through the night. Not even watching porn helped; the orgasm empty as I jerked off into my hand. When my lids finally agreed to stay shut it was time to roll out of bed. Absolute bullshit.
***
Thankfully I’d convinced Kenzie to take my car to see her doc. No point in us taking two, seeing as we were going to the same place, and the car she was driving was a piece of shit. Legit. POS. Not that I’d ever tell her that. I liked my balls where they were, thank you very much.
So when I rolled up at her place at some god-awful time of the morning when no person should be awake, I was surprised to find her sitting on her front stoop. Awake and alert and fucking beautiful. Her hair was loose, just the way I liked it and she looked every bit the sex bomb I knew she was. She’d lost the dress she’d been wearing Friday night and instead was wearing the stuff I was used to seeing her in. Tight blue jeans, a pair of chucks and a T-shirt that showed off the curve of her tits. My dick immediately took an interest in what was going on.
“Hey.” She looked up as I pulled up to the curb. “You’re on time.” The look of genuine surprise flooded her eyes as she walked toward the passenger side door.
“Here, let me get that for you.” I hit the door and jumped from the cab before she’d reached for the handle. My hand did the honors as her foot stepped on the side running board. “I told you, I’d be on time.” I waited for her to climb into my truck.
Honestly, her concerns I’d be late were valid; I was not a morning person. I’d had
But while I had managed to keep my mouth from moving, my mind had been jacked up to eleven. Every scenario imaginable was downloaded into my memory banks, the thoughts churning constantly. My head felt like it was a crowded room full of E-swallowing ravers. With glow sticks. And the music sucked.
Angie had just done the mom thing, and that shit had been far from easy. Those fucking hormones were vicious; how Jase survived it is still a mystery. I’m not going to lie, she had scared the fuck out of me. Our once-reasonable friend turned into a Sarah Connor from Terminator, but without the kickass body. Not that I was bringing that shit up.
So to try and get myself up to speed—and to Google pic some images of Sarah Connor to try and calm me down—I did some searching on the ’Net. I wanted to be prepared and find out as much as I could, but instead of coming away with a crash course on being a dad, my search just suggested a whole heap of shit that could go wrong.
And who else was I going to talk to this shit about?
So I called her.
Just a few calls. More to see if we could work this shit out together. Strength in numbers or something like that.
Possibly not my smartest move.
She didn’t sound thrilled.
In fact, I was able to feel the glare of death all the way through the phone, which took some wicked talent. My silent thanks that I decided it was better not to go over and have the conversation face-to-face. Who said there wasn’t a God? That right there was proof he existed.
My internet searches and subsequent calls to Kenzie were not appreciated. See, the fucking Godzilla shit had already started and we were only in the first trimester. We had months before the irritability was supposed to hit—or so said the internet.
And that place was a fucking trap if ever I saw one. Those websites just added more questions rather than give fucking answers. And don’t even get me started on the fucking pictures. Trust me, that shit cannot be unseen. Do not Google cervical dilation . Hand-on-heart, you do not want to know.
And another thing. Apparently they didn’t need my baby-making juice to see if the baby was mine. Seemed like the logical way to see if I was the dad was to check my jizz. I was more than happy to give it—because I’m that kind of guy—and what better way than to go straight to the source. Right?
This shit and more was what kept me tossing and turning through the night. Not even watching porn helped; the orgasm empty as I jerked off into my hand. When my lids finally agreed to stay shut it was time to roll out of bed. Absolute bullshit.
***
Thankfully I’d convinced Kenzie to take my car to see her doc. No point in us taking two, seeing as we were going to the same place, and the car she was driving was a piece of shit. Legit. POS. Not that I’d ever tell her that. I liked my balls where they were, thank you very much.
So when I rolled up at her place at some god-awful time of the morning when no person should be awake, I was surprised to find her sitting on her front stoop. Awake and alert and fucking beautiful. Her hair was loose, just the way I liked it and she looked every bit the sex bomb I knew she was. She’d lost the dress she’d been wearing Friday night and instead was wearing the stuff I was used to seeing her in. Tight blue jeans, a pair of chucks and a T-shirt that showed off the curve of her tits. My dick immediately took an interest in what was going on.
“Hey.” She looked up as I pulled up to the curb. “You’re on time.” The look of genuine surprise flooded her eyes as she walked toward the passenger side door.
“Here, let me get that for you.” I hit the door and jumped from the cab before she’d reached for the handle. My hand did the honors as her foot stepped on the side running board. “I told you, I’d be on time.” I waited for her to climb into my truck.
Honestly, her concerns I’d be late were valid; I was not a morning person. I’d had
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