Of course you do

Arlo continues to fuck you relentlessly over the next few months, determined to get you pregnant. Sometimes you get a reprise from the endless cycle of sex, but that is when Arlo leaves for work or for doctor's appointments. He always comes back in a sour mood and doesn't want to be around anyone, so you leave him alone. Most of the time, you go downstairs and doll yourself up for when he's in a better mood. He tends to treat you better when you are ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

After three months with the older man, you start to feel ill. Certain smells that you used to love send you running to the bathroom and foods that you could never stand suddenly become your biggest cravings. A test confirms what was on both of your minds. You are pregnant.

The sex slows once you get the confirmation. There's no reason for the frantic breeding now that you're pregnant and it allows your partner to focus a bit more on himself. You, on the other hand, start prepping for your first child. You find an old room on the first floor that Arlo never uses and set to work. You clean the room from top to bottom, getting rid of the cobwebs that stick to the ceilings and scrubbing the wooden floors till they look like new. You paint the room in blue and green stripes and beg to be allowed to go into town to gather things for the baby. He eventually relents, but insists that you be quick about it.

Once you reach you're fifth month of pregnancy, the room is compete. A crib sits underneath the window, small stuff animals sitting inside. A changing table is not too far away, along with a small dresser. Toys cover the room and a rocking chair sits in the corner. You spend a majority of your days here as your belly grows round with your son. Despite the situation, you are eager to have a child of your own.