Brooke's pregnant

About a week later, Brooke returned to your office around closing time in a pair of black leggings and a loose-fitting white shirt and immediately closed and locked your door behind her.

"Hey John...I'm dressed like this because I just came back from the doctor," she whispers as your hand disappears between her legs and rubs her pussy through the leggings, "UH...and...I'm...pregnant."

"Of course I am happy for you, for both of us actually Brooke, but you realize we have to tell your father sooner or later, right?" you tell her, somewhat apprehensive, to say the least, about having that conversation.

"Let me do it baby, he won't kill me like he would you if you tell him," she replies, spreading her legs and letting you push her down on the couch as you start to undress her and mount her.

"FUCK...get off me baby...do you hear that?" she tells you as you start to slide into her, causing you to stop in your tracks when you hear the unmistakable voice of the "Hulkster" himself bellowing through your office.

"Let me go talk to him before he makes it in here," Brooke tells you, panicking at the scene she is sure her world-famous father is about to make as you grab her and stop her from leaving your office.

"This isn't just your baby Brooke, it's mine too, so we're gonna face him together," you tell her as her father is about to storm into the office, not sure what was about to happen, but hoping that you could diffuse it.