You're ovulating.

"There's an egg floating around down there, and I'm hoping, that if you put even more of your swimmers inside me tonight, maybe one of them will find it," you say with a lift in your voice, giving him an awkward smile.

Paul's face goes from amused to confused to blank before his brows furrow deeply. You worry for a moment that you've made him angry, but the feeling of something growing inside you makes you second guess yourself. You open your mouth to speak, but Paul pulls your head into his shoulder and pushes off the bed, driving himself deep inside you with renewed, feral vigor.

"I'm the luckiest father in the world!" he snarls in your ear, almost crushing you under him as his hips plow into you. Your hands fly to his butt, trying to get him to stop, but he thrusts harder and deeper, threatening to go through to your cervix. Using each thrust to punctuate his words, he grunts powerfully. "My baby girl...wants her father...to make her...into a mommy. She wants...to have...my granddaughter...growing inside her. You're...the best daughter...ever! Gah!!!" His body tenses and shivers, before collapsing on you, completely still.

You brace yourself for another wave of warmth from within, but it doesn't come. Your father hasn't moved and you think that you can't hear his breathing. Popping up from under him, you see that his eyes are closed. Your blood turns to ice in your veins. "Daddy? Daddy?!" You shout, trying to shake him awake, before getting yanked through the bed, and into a dark, endless void.