You rush to the bathroom and are glad it's empty, lifting up the toilet seat, you start being sick. Not long after, your Dad comes in having heard you throwing up and starts rubbing your back.
"There are pregnancy tests in the cabinet above the sink, once you stop being ill, use one."
Ten minutes later, you stand up and flush the toilet, after washing your hands you reach up and open the cabinet and take one of the tests. After following the instructions and pissing on it, it doesn't take long to confirm that you are indeed pregnant, just like all those that you had bred.
When you tell your Father, he shocks you with a revelation.
"Jamal got me pregnant at the same time, but he isn't around anymore. You see, he hooked up with LeShawn after he found out that you'd knocked him up and the two of them have decided to move to another country. We're on our own now."
Even though a part of you was still mad at your Dad for his role in your breeding, you had started to understand his point of view, you had gotten arrogant and thought you were bulletproof, now you know you're not and have a life to look after when he arrives in nine months.
Giving your Dad a hug, you tell him that you're sorry for getting so big-headed and he apologises to you for forcing you to have the womb and then get bred.
"So Dad, lets agree on this, you don't need to find another partner, I'll be sharing your bed with you from now on, OK?"
Your Dad looks up at you with tears streaming down his face as he nods, happy that you didn't hate him.
You lift his chin up and capture his lips with yours, making out with him before dragging him back to bed, calling your work on the way and telling them you weren't feeling so good.
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