Let's be sure about that paternity thing

"Yeah, let's make sure on the paternity thing. For the record, right? All on the up and up."

You're sitting at Anne's feet, on top of a hand woven wool rug from South America. Anne squeezes your hand.

"It will be a couple of weeks yet before the baby starts leaking enough cells into my blood, Joe. You know those cells stick around? So a mother literally is carrying little pieces of her children inside, all her life. Of course, who could it be but you?"

"Counselor Sandoval says that Counselor Lupino is a ferocious shark, so I might not have a lot of choices, but at least get the paternity test, so everyone can rest easy."

"Deal. I'll buy," Anne says. "If this doesn't work out, I'm going to miss having you as a houseboy. You've been much more useful than I expected."

"Between the pool company and the health club, I'm halfway that already. Make myself useful, you know? But yeah, I want us to start out good, ah, I mean, start out well, if you and I are going to cash in Fate's lottery ticket together."

Anne Campion noisily drains the foamy dregs of her coffee drink, sets it down, and smooths her long, dark red hair into shining waves. Looking up at her from this angle, she looks especially like Emma Peel from The Avengers, cool and fierce.

"That's a good way of putting it, Joe. I hadn't figured you for a poet. I hadn't really wanted to be a mother. But maybe it was that I hadn't wanted to have a child with the useless cheating git I just divorced. Or maybe I was jealous of the crazy little bitch of a therapy client he was sticking it in until she fell preggers. I don't know, and I don't even care anymore. I shall cash in Fate's lottery ticket. Hopefully with you at my side." Anne waves her mug. "Set me up again, Joe."

You set up up another mug of amaretto flavored decaf latte from a tin of instant mix and a cupful of hot from the electric kettle. A handheld frother makes loud but quick work of the mixing. It vibrates in your hand and you wonder if Anne would enjoy the feeling against her body. You've watched Sarabeth use a vibrator for Anne's massages, especially for happy endings. You lift the frother up, holding the side of the handle experimentally to your shoulder.

"The arm stop hurting?" Anne asks. "The implant?"

"Oh, yeah, that was just a couple days after. Doesn't feel like anything unless I kind of pinch around for it. But at least you didn't have me microchipped like a tomcat."

"Ah ha ha ha ha, I'll have to tell Counselor Lupino we missed a bet there." She takes the mug. "Thank you, Joe."

"Did... did Ms. Lupino actually fuck your ex-husband?"

Anne grins crookedly. "Yes. She cornered him after all the papers were signed and had a little victory dance on the cheating bastard's prick."

"Really?"

"And then she pissed all over him while he lay on the floor. That's what she told me to tell you if you asked."

You burst out with a bark of laughter. "I guess I asked for that. Tell her thanks."

"You're a darling," Anne says. "So let me ask. Are you still arse-fucking that Japanese office lady on your pool route? The one with the kick boxing hobby who nearly killed you?"

"Karen Yoshida. We only did it one more time. She bumped her phone by accident while we were going at it, right before she was going to come, and it was a video call from her mother. Her mom could see and hear everything and got upset. But the more her mom yelled at her for being a dirty girl, the more Karen got off on it. Big screaming orgasms with me up her butt."

"Ah ha ha ha ha!" Anne says. "Only that one more time?"

"Yeah. She told me afterwards that that's when she found out she's got a shame kink. And that it was scary and she wanted to not go there anymore. Not with her pool boy, anyway."

"Good on her for stepping away when she felt unsafe, and good on her for telling you straight up why."

A few minutes with your shared phone calendar and you have an appointment for the paternity test. A blood sample from Anne, a cheek swab from you.

"Pity they won't need a sperm sample," Anne says. "I would have asked to watch the technician collect."

"Ms. Campion, they'd have me do the sample myself!"

"Ah ha ha ha, Joe, you're a darling boy. I should have started fucking you months ago. No, no sad faces." She puts a finger under your chin. "Kiss."

She trembles against you and draws back.

"Damn, I've fallen hard for you. I hope you're worth it for your pretty face and big prick."

There are tears on her cheeks.

"No sad faces," you tell Anne. "No hurry."

"Better get your fucking around done while you can, Joe."

Both your phones chime with a reminder.

"No time for that now, Ms. Campion."

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