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Tears streamed from the fountains atop my nose often called eyes. I felt entrapped in my emotions, in my thoughts, in my fears.
18 with a baby? The idea alone was unfathomable.
How was I going to tell Meiko?
How was I going to tell my mom?
The sleek white stick displayed two blue bold lines. I grew more fatigue the longer I stared at them. I have absolutely no business being someone's mom right now. What would I even do with a child?
Flashes of Meiko's strong arms caressing my back as he plunged deep into the warmth of me, emitting sloppy sounds, and coaxing yawping cries of pleasure to slip from my lips. My moans fused with Meiko's throaty grunts and groans, deafening the music on a constant shuffle.
I didn't even know this man, but somehow I allowed him to submerge himself into my feminine canal. My wetness glossing his shaft with every stroke.
Now I'm here. My sneaky link turning to the man I may or may not have a kid with.
Fuck!
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"Miyori!" Little pitter patters sounded against the hard wood floor. I stood in the walk in closet, each of my hands placed on my hips, as my eyes skimmed my four year old daughter's full wardrobe. Selecting a white Palm Angels hoodie with colorful letters, I paired it with her beige pleated denim skirt, and her cream Alexander McQueen's. I laid her clothes out on the pink ruffled sheets that adorned her full sized bed, before setting her shoe box next to the clothes.
"Yes mommy?" My sweet girl stood in front of me, and my heart overflowed with love. This little girl is my world.
"Are you done eating munchkin?" Squatting down to her level with my arms wide, she welcomed my embrace.
