The Baby Contract

My poor dick was suffering in my pants. Even so, I was enthralled by the joy Anne was getting at a simple dinner.

As we finished, I wished I’d arranged for more courses as I wasn’t ready for the night to end.

She stood and patted her belly. “I think I might already look pregnant.”

My gaze went to her stomach, and a wild wave of emotion swept through my chest stealing my breath.

“Well, Bran, the dinner was grand. I think I’ll head up now.”

I hoped she didn’t see my disappointment. “Let me walk you to the stairs.”

Her eyes narrowed and I worried she would say something like, “we’re still not friends.” Luckily she said, “How do you fill your evenings? Plotting world domination?”

I laughed. “Not the world. I do some work in the evening though.”

“Will you do that when you’re a father?”

Was she casting judgment?

“No.” The truth was, I worked all the time because there wasn’t anything else to do.

“Good night, Bran.”

“Good night, Anne.” I watched her go up the stairs, my dick still taking notice. There was no doubt that Anne would show up in my dreams tonight.

I couldn’t say that I was going to complain about that.