Three weeks later, .myu are sitting at your desk, going through a stack of morning emails, when your phone vibrates
It’s a direct message from Claire. You open it, and your heart skips a beat as the attached image loads.
It’s a crystal-clear photograph of a white plastic test strip resting on her bathroom counter. There are two distinct, dark pink lines running down the center. A positive result. Beneath the image, her text reads,
Claire: Congratulations, you did it. ❤ The project was a complete success. I wanted to let you, the real father, know the news first. I’m going to let my cuckold husband know afterwards. He’s currently at work, but I couldn't wait to tell you.
A slow, triumphant grin spreads across your face as you stare at the screen. Claire is carrying your seed.
Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you type an immediate response.
You: That is incredible news. The delivery is officially on schedule. Since you kept your word and told me first... I think it’s time we set up that private celebration we talked about. Just the two of us.
Her reply comes back almost instantly.
Claire: Oh god, John... my heart is pounding. You really want to do it? Behind Tom’s back while I’m carrying your baby? It’s so wrong...
You smirk. She doesn't say 'No'
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