6 More Months Later

You stir in bed, Diane still asleep at your side. Her unfortunately still flat stomach under your hand. *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* another round of knocking raps against your door, you jump out of bed grabbing your sweats on the way. You hope to answer the door before the knocking asshole wakes your peacefully sleeping girlfriend.

Who even comes around at this hour? You see the clock as you cross the renovated cavern, okay so maybe it is a reasonable time of day to be knocking on someone’s door. But you swear if it is a member of your crew asking if you plan on attending to Overlord duties, you’ll battle them on the spot.

You throw the door open, and there stands Red, his hand raised as if about to knock once again. You haven’t seen him in what nearly 9 months now? Or at least you haven’t seen him in person. You and Diane have been following his journey through TPP. His forfeit with Sabrina has become a favorite go-to for Diane, and his recent battle against Bugsy in Johto has Diane talking about us doing something similar. She’s always had quite the crush on Jasmine.

“Red! What are you doing here? They toss you out of Johto already?” you tease, waving him to come on in. And you guide him to a table where you sit with him.

“No, no. I was just back in Pewter,” he pauses, pulling out his pokedex, “for the birth of my daughter.” He slides the device across the table to show a beautiful baby girl, a thin layer of pink hair on her head, bundled in a blanket between him and Nurse Joy.

The pang hurts a little, knowing how hard you’ve tried for the same happiness. “Congrats man. Shit let me wake Diane, she wouldn’t want to miss this.” You dash across the cavern, and shake your girlfriend awake. “Babe, Red’s here.”

“Hmmm,” she murmurs wiping the sleep from her eyes. Her boobs jiggle with each sway of her arm, and the light from the window bounces off her chocolate brown curls. You’re tempted to take her there and then, Red could wait. “Wait, Red’s here? In our house? Did they toss him out of Johto already?” You smile as she makes the same joke you did, you give her a kiss and tell her you’re going to make some coffee, she should join the two of you.

You pour three mugs of coffee and bring them to the table. Diane is still stark naked standing next to Red, his head rested against her chest as she hugs him tight. “Red, congratulations! She’s adorable. What’s her name?” She finally releases Red’s head to take the mug from your hand.

“Pink Joy,” he answers, taking his own mug. You can see the stars in Diane’s eyes, her own wants and desires captured in the screen of Red’s pokedex. How you so wish you could give her everything she could ever want.

“So are you two going to be at the Pokemon League Tournament this year?” he asks, leaving Diane to scroll through a myriad of baby photos.

You sip from your mug. “We hadn’t planned on it.” Which was mostly true. You had started to piece together a plan, to set Diane up so she’d battle some other men, some fertile men. But you think Diane must’ve had the same thought and suggested the two of you skip this year, and you weren’t going to push the issue. “Plus we’ve watched some of your battles, and I’m sure we wouldn’t stand a chance anyways.”

“Oh that’s too bad. I was hoping to get a chance to finally battle you two,” he finishes off his coffee, “I’ll need to get back to help Joy before long, but,” he checks the time, “I might have time for a quick doubles match. What do you say?”

Diane looks up from the baby photos. A look of surprise on her face. She’s probably having the same thought as you. Red is in his prime and has 9 badges. The two of you haven’t had a real battle in ages, you’re rusty. But this is your chance to fulfill the plan you had for the PLT. “Sounds like the challenge has been issued.”

“Sounds great, I’ll meet you outside, let you get dressed if you want,” he stands and walks away.

“Nate, what if he claims a forfeit from me?” Diane asks as she pulls on a skirt without wasting time on panties.

“It’s Red we had to practically **** him to sleep with that girl less than a year ago, plus you heard him, he’s got to get back to town soon anyways,” you reassure her, secretly hoping that you’re wrong. You don’t want your own infertility to prevent Diane from becoming the mother she’s always wanted to be. And you’ll raise the kid as your own, because it will be yours, no matter who provides the ingredients. It will be Diane's kid, it will be your kid, and it will be loved.

“Okay, but let’s win just to be safe,” she pulls a tight crop top on, her hard nipples poke through the thin fabric. You find a discarded t-shirt.

“Anything for you,” you tell her, pulling her in for a kiss. “Now let’s get out there, and show this punk the true power of the Overlord.”