Chloe DOES have an impregnation fetish.

"Been wanting to watch this one all week but thought I was going to miss it since I was supposed to work," Chloe says as she punches in a number to change the channel. The screen is dominated by cheap porn music and scrolling credits. Good timing, movie must have just ended.

You're eating your second slice of pizza when the credits for one movie ends and advertisements for the next begin.

Knocking up the babysitter. You roll your eyes, "Really?"

"What, a girl can't have a kink? Nothing makes my pussy wet faster than the thought of the man of my dreams dumping a load balls deep inside me. And nothing makes my cock hard faster than knocking up some slut while she begs me to make her pregnant."

"Are you trying to say I'm a slut?" You say around a mouth full of pizza.

"No, but I'd love you even more than I already do if you were," She smirks.

You start to open your mouth to retort that she's as bad as your sisters, but the memory of the previous day's events sobers your humor considerably.

Chloe seems to pick up on your change in mood, "We can watch something else if you want. I can catch the movie some other time, its not a big deal," She slips an arm around you to give you a half hug.

"No, its ok, it was just a stray thought. We can watch your movie."

A sheepish grin spreads across Chloe's face, "Tell me you want me to fuck you pregnant," Her voice is almost a purr.

"I want you to fuck me pregnant?" You half laugh, half **** in response to her words.

"Not like that, say it like you really mean it," She grins.

"And if I don't?" You ask, still recovering from what she said.

"That's a simple answer," She barely chokes back a giggle, "I quit treating you to nice dates like this if you're only going to care about your own feelings."

You shake your head, unable to hold back a smile, "You're terrible," You say.

"And you love me for it," Chloe says, never missing a beat.

"Do I? Do I really?"

"Yep, I'm the perfect date," She says, her attention slightly distracted by the television as her movie starts to play, "And if you treat me right, I'll even put out by the time the night is done."

"So what you're saying is that I should be grateful that you want to indulge your little pregnancy fetish with me?" You lift an eyebrow skeptically.

Chloe's expression turns more serious before she replies, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Its just my favorite fantasy, and, . . . . I guess I really wasn't thinking. Forget I said anything."

Seeing her mood falter, you sit your plate down and hug her from the side.