Stay the course

You go to the wedding. Your appointed seat is in the third row between the bride’s friends and her distant relatives. It is ten minutes after you sit down before the bride’s maids finally start walking down the aisle, followed closely by the girl of the hour. She is wearing the same dress that you fucked her in just one hour earlier. Her hair is redone, and her veil is down, she truly looks like a happy bride, although you can clearly see her eyes drift towards you as her father walks her down the aisle.

Robert looks happy to see her walk towards him if only he known to your seed was still inside her, not to mention the baby growing in her is yours. The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch, and everyone went to the reception.

Upon arriving at the reception, much to your dismay, you realize your assigned seat has been moved from the relatively front and center spot it was before to the back corner near the door.

Halfway through the wedding, you see the bride stand up and go to the bathroom. A few seconds later, you feel your cell phone goes off. You look down and see that it’s a message from Megan.

“I’m sorry for moving your seat. I originally had planned to try to hook you up with my younger sister, but after what happened, I realized that I still have strong feelings for you, and I still need you in my life.”