Nelson's the father

"Well I wasn't expecting that." Morgan muttered, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"So who's the father?" Corrine asked impatiently.

"Nelson." Morgan sighed.

"Why aren't you happy about that?" Corrine asked.

"I guess, I hoped it would've been Cory's." Morgan shrugged. "In another world I suppose."

"I suppose." Corrine rolled her eyes. "It's Nelson's though."

"Yeah." Morgan sighed again. "How can one stupid limp quickie turn into this?" She bemoaned.

"Aw, honey. Was it that bad?" Corrine asked.

"Yes! Everything with him is a quickie and it's just never ever satisfying." Morgan whined. "And now I have to carry his child."

"Wow, honestly I wonder why you're even married to him." Corrine pointed out.

"I'm beginning to wonder that myself." Morgan admitted. "I'm not satisfied, Corrine. He's too vanilla, too boring." She paused leaning in close to her friend. "Corrine, he can barely stay hard long enough for me to give him head." She revealed.

"What the?!" Corrine laughed. "You've got to be fucking joking."

Morgan laughed and held up her pink, wiggling it back and forth.

"And he's a small?" Corrine shook her head unable to contain her laughter. "I'm sorry. That's mean. I shouldn't laugh." She continued laughing.

"I don't know what to do." Morgan sighed.

"Lie and tell him it's someone else's." Corrine said suddenly.

"Wha... ...wait..." Morgan stared at her friend intently for a moment. "You may be onto something there."

"I got you babe." Corrine winked. "We'll figure this out." She assured her pregnant friend.