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"You're my daddy, right?"

It was like my brain stopped working. For a few moments all I could do was stare at the kid standing before me. My immediate reaction was that this was a prank. Some stupid joke that Beth had pulled. But then I saw the woman approach, looking ....well, not pregnant at all. I was stunned by the similarities between the two of them. The exact same colour hair, same shape of the eyes, same cheekbones.

But there was also my nose. My blue eyes. My chin. It was all there on this girl's face. Though she threw closer to her mother, there was no escaping the truth of things.

This was my daughter.

I was still flabbergasted when Beth intervened, putting her arm around the girl and grinning broadly. "Yes sweetie, this is your daddy."

"Beth..." I flailed about, struggling for words. "What...how did this happen?"

"How do you think?" She smirked at me, something wicked behind her dark eyes, "Our baby is a early bloomer."

Emma was looking at the girl in utter fascination, one hand absently stroking her own swollen stomach whilst the other held onto my infant son. My son, who technically this girl's older brother. Fuck, this was getting heavy.

"Ok let's go inside and talk about this..."

As soon as we were away from prying eyes I turned to take note of my new daughter. Outwardly she seemed human. Five fingers, five toes, no horns or forked tail. But this was utter madness.

I turned to Beth. "You just...gave birth?"

"Mmmhmm," the woman beamed, "It felt a little weird, but ...I don't think I've cum harder in my life."

It was a struggle to keep a straight face when I heard that. This magic shit continues to get weirder.

"You're my daddy," the young girl said again, giving me an appraising look. "Mommy told me about you."

Beth followed her daughter's lead. "I told her about how wonderful and smart you are, how you'll take care of us forever."

"I'm smart too daddy," the girl interjected, grabbing my hand and leading me over to a coffee table that was covered in stacks of books. "See," she said, "I wanna learn more."

Frankly, I didn't know if I should have been impressed or horrified. She was technically only a few hours old but already she had worked her way through several thesauruses, atlas, an encyclopaedia and what looked to be several trashy adult novels. Despite her appearances, this girl was more than a human being.

"My name is Lucy, by the way"

Ok, at this point I was on the verge of having a complete neurotic break. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, exhaled and turned to address the others in the room.

"Here's what we're going to do," I looked at Emma, "You'll stay here for now. I think we can safely say that it won't be much longer before you give birth, so the best thing right now is for you to lay low."

Emma gave me a look. "So, what, I'm supposed to pop a baby out just like that?"

"Seems to have worked out fine for Beth," I retorted, struggling to contain my frustration. "Look," I started again, "I get that this might be weird because frankly it is fucking weird. It's fucking insane. But...we'll just have to roll with this, right now all we can do is play it by ear, ok?"

"Sorry Ben," Emma handed off Sam to me, "It'll be fine, I just...wish you could be here."

"I'll try and come back at some point once I've got everything sorted out at home, ok?"

We were still hashing out details when I heard a gasp of surprise, followed by a strange moan of joy coming from behind us. Turning around where my once pre-teen daughter stood was a perky young woman standing completely nude.