Preggers
“So she’s pregnant,” Les said to me over the phone.
I was utterly confused. “Wait. What?”
“She’s pregnant.”
“She’s what?”
“Pregnant.”
I sighed. “So she’s having a baby?”
“That’s generally what it means to be pregnant.”
“Wow.”
“You seem to be more shocked than I was.”
I suppose I was shocked. I knew, abstractly, that one of the girls with whom we used to frolic naked might decide to procreate some day—hell, it’s possible that some already had—but facing the reality of it was something else entirely. In my mind’s eye our playmate transformed instantaneously from vixen to MILF and I wondered how her life would change. I also wondered how she’ll answer when one day the kid inevitably asks, “Momma, how do you know Uncle Lex and Auntie Les?”
Still, I’m happy for her. In some respects it feels like she’s family now, rather than just a former-lover-turned-good-friend.
“Are you still in shock?” Les asked me upon returning home from work.
“No, I think it’s pretty cool,” I said. “But all the same I’m glad we’re not the, um, mother and father.”
I smiled when I said this and we both laughed.
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Jbird | May 29, 08:31 AM | #
when (if) you two have babies, will you still swing? will you try to hide it from the wee bairns or treat it as sort of a natural thing that no one should mind etc?
MILF | May 31, 06:30 PM | #
hey—you 2 had better start working on the back story so we can get it right with no conflicts!