Page 5 of The Virgin's Baby Daddy

Oh, fuck!

I jerk myself away from him and, crying like a total idiot now, run naked out of the bedroom. I have no idea where I’m going. I’m most certainly not making a good exit, I can tell you that. I run like an insane person at full speed and it’s only when I turn the deadbolt on the front door that I realize I’m about to run naked out of the house just to flee the situation.

That takes all of my energy away and I collapse there on the floor in front of the door. As I weep there, I think about all the times I fantasized before he showed up in town. I used to fantasize about meeting him when he came home from work. In the fantasies, I would meet him here at the door, naked and on my knees.

I wasn’t ever bawling like a complete idiot in the fantasies.

But I am now, and I feel absolutely inconsolable. I cry like some sort of a complete idiot and I just don’t have any way to overcome that. I’m ugly crying. I’m straight-up ugly crying. I’m being everything I always complain about with girls my age. I’m being wimpy and helpless. I’m overcome with emotion and I’m behaving like I don’t have any choices. I’m just being stupid in ways I can’t even…

Damn it, I’m behaving like a child!

I’m so humiliated! I feel so guilty. I feel so ashamed. I feel particularly horrible because I always talk about how disingenuous it is for a girl to do something terrible and then to cry about it. It shifts the responsibility from the girl who did the horrible thing, to others. Instead of her dealing with the pain of her behavior, others naturally try to comfort her. I hate that. I hate it because it’s like punching someone in the face and then crying all the time as a ploy for comfort when you see the bruise.

Wow.

That was pretty damned poor when it comes to explanations.

The point I’m making, though, is that I did the harming and I’m demanding the comfort. It’s bullshit.

“We can set up a visitation schedule if you like.” The sound of Dr. Denmark’s voice is soft and gentle. I don’t deserve it.

I’m shocked enough at the civility that I stop crying. I sniffle a little as I say, “Okay.”

“But it seems like it’ll make more sense for me to tell the College I don’t need the housing right now. I can just stay here.”

I sniffle some more as I say, “Okay.” Then, I realized what he just said, “What? What? Stay here! What?” I stare at him and he’s totally out of focus because of the tears in my eyes. I blink hard to clear them. “What?”

“You heard me,” Brian says.

“But… You’re not angry?”

He nods. “Oh, you’re going to be making this up to me for a very, very long time. Might take the rest of your life. That’s why I’ll have to stay here.”

I try to process that but he offers a smile and I realize what he’s saying. “But why do you want me?”

He shrugs. “You’re really good at blowjobs.” My jaw drops and he chuckles. “Okay. You were finally honest with me. Now I’ll be honest. At the doctor’s appointment, the nurse told me accidentally. She knew what was on Allyson’s birth certificate. The nurse asks me a question. The office manager said we needed to wait for you. The nurse said I was the father and I could answer.”

“And you didn’t… you didn’t get angry?”

“Didn’t you hear the part about having to make this up to me for the rest of your life? I mean, I expect sex at least once a month and you have to cook for me at least once every three weeks. I’m going to be a total slave driver.”

He can tell I still can’t wrap my head around things so he says, “All right. You can start making it up to me right now.”

So, my whole fantasy happens. I’m on my knees in the entryway of my house with Dr. Denmark’s hand on the back of my head. How the hell did this work out? That’s pretty damned unbelievable.

Ha. Pretty damned. Just can’t let that go.

Chapter Six

One Year Later

“Daddy!” I cry as I move my hips like crazy on top of Brian and try my best not to just collapse with every powerful contraction of the orgasm.

Yeah, I’m one of those girls now, the kind who calls a boyfriend, “Daddy.” I guess I never thought I’d be the kind of a girl who does that. Of course, he really is a Daddy. Right now, his sister has our daughter but he really is a Daddy. Given that the title actually fits Dr. Denmark, I’m pretty damned happy to call him that.

And I’m happy to move like crazy on top of him.

I can’t argue that.

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