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I was confused. “What about Travis?”

“Just that he refuses to get involved with any decisions concerning you. He’s determined not to influence the other Originals and wants everyone at Creed’s Lake to know that you earned whatever position is yours. I think that’s very smart, and making his neutral position well known in the community prevents anyone from thinking otherwise. He is very proud of you, Wrenly.”

That made my heart swell, and maybe even made me feel a little better about my surprise disappointment this morning.

Ghouls and Goblins

Travis

I heard a rumor when I got out of my meeting with the Originals this afternoon. According to a few sources, there was a totally hot blond chick running around the community with an exposed belly button and a very nice ass. Those guys hadn’t seen anything yet, and I kind of dreaded them seeing her in a bikini this summer.

I think Creed was also a little annoyed because one part of the rumor was that Carlson was hotter than Morgan fucking Rossi. I thought Creed would have been a tad relieved when the focus was taken off Morgan, but what did I know? I agreed though, my girl was for sure the most gorgeous, intelligent, kind, warmest, and bravest woman in the world. She was a goddamn warrior, a fucking queen, and also a warm and loving goddess. She was also magic because she made a man with a broken dick suddenly walk around eighty percent of the time with a fucking hard on. All it took was someone mentioning her name and my dick stood at attention, painfully I should add. I couldn’t get enough of her, I could have lived in her bed for an eternity. That meant I was soon to call my doctor and ask if there was a Viagra opposite pill. I needed better control and prayed that would happen soon.

I didn’t know if these were the happiest days of my life, or if they would somehow become even better with time. I knew that was possible with Wrenly back in my life. I would get on my knees and beg God to please let Wrenly love me half as much as I love her.

The Originals were right, I was becoming a different man. Maybe the man I was meant to be before I let my life go to shit. Or maybe I’m the man I was meant to be before Uncle Tony died. The man he hoped I’d be, and suddenly I find that sad. Tony might have shared my dad’s exact DNA, but he technically wasn’t my father. My dad died two years ago, I’ve known about it for a month, but his death is something that rarely crosses my mind, but I grieve Tony every single day. Biologically, dad and Tony were both my fathers, only it was my dad that did the deed with my mom to create me. That’s all he did, because Tony was my dad in all the ways it counted.

When dad and Tony were in college, they wanted to earn some extra cash. They signed up for a twin study, where they did things like DNA testing to start, then it was some blind tests. Things like how similar their answers were when asked questions. How close they resembled each other when they did things like running and swimming. They wanted to know how two people who shared the exact same genetic makeup and were raised in the exact same environment could end up leading such different lives. It was amazing to learn how alike they were in some things, like facial expressions, the way they walked, their handwriting, etc. But their differences were very big in other things, like their taste in women, their career choices, their grades, and their hobbies. Dad played basketball, but Tony was a quarterback in high school and college. Dad liked girls who were smart and focused on their grades, but Tony liked athletic girls who didn’t always get good grades, mainly cheerleaders. Let’sface it, Tony went for tits and ass and couldn’t care less about brains, while my dad went for blonde’s and brains.

I was a mixture of both of them. I liked basketball and football. I liked Wrenly and she was brains with nice tits and ass. Obviously, I took after Tony in my career choice, but I liked science. Dad was a meteorologist and all. Tony was a cop that was also a member of SWAT.

I don’t know, I guess I always felt so alone in this world that I kind of felt like I needed to find every reason why my dad never loved me, but my uncle did. Their genetic connection made it confusing for me. Tony was biologically my dad and that did give me some comfort. At least if we would have taken a DNA test he would have been my father.

Anyway, yes, I’m a different man. That’s because of Wrenly. She has proven over and over again that she always loved me unconditionally. I hadn’t felt or accepted that since Tony was alive. I should have felt it years ago with Wrenly, but my brain was too scrambled to accept it.

If Wrenly is pregnant, it means Tony would biologically be a grandfather. His DNA will be passed down to a child, and that tugged at my emotions. For her sake, I hope she’s not pregnant. I hate the idea of her being pregnant against her will. We were drugged and fucked up, but I’d still love that child and welcome it into loving arms regardless. I had one question though. Why did some people fuck out in the open, but Wrenly and I had the sense to find a closet? We were aware enough to make the choice of privacy, but not birth control? I had a condom in my wallet.

If she is pregnant, I don’t know if I should feel guilty or not. We could have just did it the one time and cross our fingers she didn’t get pregnant, but her idea of making new memoriesto replace the one we couldn’t remember was dumb as hell. All we did was raise the chances. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I did participate and knew what the hell I was doing.

Wrenly’s greatest fear is to mourn another baby. I didn’t want that for her, so if she’s not pregnant I may eventually consider a vasectomy. Yes, I’d love to have kids, but I love Wrenly more and would be perfectly fine if I was never a dad. It’s not a requirement in my life.

One thing I’ve worried about is how I would react to the news no matter what it was. The idea of a pregnancy grew on me, especially since I realized that I’m half Tony and half my mom. It didn’t matter that Robert was the sperm donor. What mattered was that Tony’s genetics and the memories I had of him could live on. Well, that and the idea of a miniature Wrenly running around was also exciting.

I pulled into her driveway a little earlier than expected. I was excited to see this adorable belly button and great ass I heard about today. They also said something about a funky sweater and some makeup. I needed to see what that was about, because Wrenly was always a total geek about the holidays.

When I walked in the door, the aroma of garlic greeted me, then it was a little bark that surprised me. I knew she was going to foster, but she hadn’t talked much about it in the last few days. I took off my boots and as I did that, I heard footsteps. A smile formed on my face when I looked up and saw one hell of a sexy witch walk out of her bedroom.

“Hey there.” She smiled as she held a little puppy that was cute as hell, but I had to laugh.

“What the hell is that?”

She bit her bottom lip before she answered. “The cutest little pumpkin ever.” The puppy barked and I chuckled again. Hewas wearing a little pumpkin costume and even had a tiny stem for a hat. “I ordered it when I found out he would be coming home on Halloween.”

I slid my boots to the side then made my way over to her. My hand rested over her cute little exposed belly button as I pecked her lips. “You’re way too cute and gorgeous for your own good. What are you supposed to be?”

“I’m kinda a witch.” She batted her long fake eyelashes, and I chuckled.

“What am I smelling?”

Wrenly didn’t need to cook, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

She smiled up at me. “Chicken Alfredo, and baby boy here helped.”

“Oh, did he now?” I gave the cute little guy a scratch on his head. “What’s his name?”

She shrugged. “I thought I’d wait for you to name him.”

I paused. “He’s a foster puppy, they’re already named.”

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