Panic a bit more...

You aren't sure you're up to telling Trish about your real circumstances at this point; and you doubt she'd even believe you. You're visibly looking worried about Trish cumming inside of you though, so you have to offer up an answer.

"I-I'm not ready for kids! I can't support a kid right now! I-I won't be able to get a job or anything!"

You try to push Trish away while waving your arms about, your mind completely blanking on how you're going to handle this. If she knocked you up...isn't your life basically over? You don't have an identity as a woman or anything...you won't be able to get an education, or a job!

"Ssh!" Trish pushes past your arms and puts her finger to your lips, silencing you. She wipes a tear away from your cheek that you didn't even realize was there.

"Don't worry about it, babe. I'll take care of you, I'll take care of it all. I've always wanted a stay-at-home wife."

Grinning, she moves forwards and circles one arm around your waist while smoking with her free hand, staring down at you possessively. You can't help but blush a little. Was that a proposal?

"A-aren't you being a little premature...w-we don't even know if I'm pregnant, yet."

You're feeling so flustered at how direct she's being. And you have to admit there's a warm feeling of security thinking of the fact that she's willing to take responsibility and support you after knocking you up.

You even catch yourself thinking that a life as Trish's housewife wouldn't be so bad... the sex would be amazing for one thing.

Trish puffs her cigarette, then smirks at you.

"Sweetie, if last time didn't do it, the next time will." You blush as she openly declares her intent to fuck you again later.

"Actually..." she grins wickedly, "I really can't get the image of you with a round belly full of my growing kid out of my head."

She leans close to whisper into your ear seductively. "When I was fucking you, you screamed for me to breed you. That's exactly what I'm going to do."