The Virgin Whore (An Erotic Novel)

Chapter 17 - Dada

When she got older, I was going to tell her all about Leonardo and the adventure we had together.

Although he did some bad things, he was a good person and she deserved to know about him. I wasn't going to raise a child who knew nothing about their father.

"Have you thought of a name for her yet?" the nurse asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Aurora Charlotte," I said. "They were both her grandmother's names."

I'd picked Aurora as her first name rather than my own mother's because I thought it would suit  her better, since she was half Italian.

"It's a lovely name, Mrs. De Leonardis."

"Who?" I said, before remembering I'd decided to use Leonardo's last name now instead of my own. It felt like he was still a part of my life more that way, and I wanted to always remember him. "Oh, sorry. Thank you," I corrected myself.

"Little Aurora," I said, smiling at my baby.

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The months went on, and I felt like a zombie half the time, hardly getting any sleep from having to keep getting up in the night to feed Aurora and change her. Although I didn't mind it. The joy she brought me was well worth it.

She was growing so quickly and finally able to walk and say the odd word. She knew I was "mama," and when I held up one of the wanted posters of Leonardo that I found and cherished, she knew he was "dada".

It was a shame that the only thing we had to remember him by was a poster made to capture him when he was on the run. But I held onto it nonetheless.

Now that she was a little older, I could clearly see the resemblance between her and her dad. She had the dark, tanned skin to match her hair and eyes, just like him. I'd say it was hard to believe she was even my kid. She hardly looked like me at all.

"Mama," she whined, running up to me with her hands in the air. "Tit, tit."

"You can have tit when you get back, baby," I said, picking her up. She was hungry and wanted me to feed her, but I was in a hurry to go out and pick up some things from the market.

Also, I really needed to get her to stop calling my breast milk "tit". It didn't sound good, especially in public, but I was just happy that she was able to talk at all. I thought she was still quite young to be learning to speak at just over a year old.

She pouted.

"10 minutes and we'll be home," I promised.

I locked the door behind me and we wandered down to London market. It was hard staying in London after my reputation, but I didn't know where else to go.

Everyone assumed that my baby was as a result of being a whore and tended to stay clear of us besides the odd scowl in the street, but I knew differently. I didn't plan on living here for much longer. I didn't want Aurora to grow up and find out I used to have sex with strangers for money, even though I didn't technically have sex with anyone besides Leonardo.

I put Aurora down as I paid for some vegetables for our dinner tonight. She was starting to eat solids by then, and I was hoping to slowly ween her off the tit.

I picked up the bag of veggies and reached around for Aurora's hand, expecting to feel her there straight away.

I looked around me but she'd gone.

I immediately began to panic, looking all around me, and even under the market stall.

"Aurora, where are you?" I said in panic. "Did you see where she went?" I asked the woman at the stall, hoping she knew.