The aftermath of Gilbert being the father

{if gamemode=true}You cut Gilbert out of your life after that day. Him finding out about the pregnancy is the last thing you want. You try to hide it from him as long as you can, but one day, just about when the baby is due, your doorbell rings and you open it to find him there in a stupid fedora and a very unpleasant grin on his face.

“Hey there cuck. Long time no see,” Gilbert greets you. “I heard your foid is pregnant with my kid and she is due any day now.”

“It’s not your kid,” you lie to him.

“I know you are lying,” Gilbert says. “Her due date puts her conception date at exactly the time I fucked her and came in her pussy. Apparently it takes a real man like me to get the job done.”

“Get out of here before I call the police, Gilbert,” you tell him sternly.

“Now don’t be so harsh,” Veronica says joining you in the door.

Gilbert glares at her swollen belly. “God damn, it IS true. Apparently my boys can swim, unlike your husband's.”

You try to shut the door and end this, but Veronica stops you. “It is his child and he has a right to it,” she tells you. “Come in Gilbert, have a seat and we can talk this over.” You glare at Gilbert as he waddles over to the couch, ogling your wife’s body the whole way.

“Now obviously we need to do a DNA test just to be sure,” your wife says.

“But when that comes back confirming I am the father,” Gilbert says, “then I am going to be entitled to visitation rights.”

“You are going to owe a butt-load of child support” you chime in.

“Like hell I am. You and your greedy whore wife aren’t getting a cent from me,” Gilbert yells at you. This quickly devolves into a verbal fight with you and Gilbert screaming insults at each other.

Just as you are about to beat this shit out oh him, your wife breaks it up and informs you that all this fighting has just caused her water to break. You immediately forget the fight and go into panic mode. You grab all the stuff and bring her out to the car.

“Where do you think you are going?” you ask Gilbert as he tries to get in your backseat.

“It’s his child. He can come,” you wife tells you. You feel the back of your car groan under Gilbert’s weight as he gets in.

When you get to the hospital, the nurse inform the three of you that only the father is allowed to accompany your wife into the delivery room. When she asks who that is, you and Gilbert both say “me!” at the same time. The nurse looks at the three of you with a raised eyebrow. Your wife then points to Gilbert and says, “he is.”

You sit for hours in the waiting room and you couldn’t feel more dejected. Right now Gilbert was up there with your wife and he was going to get a good view of her as she gave birth. You couldn’t bare the thought.

As you sit, head in hands, hour after hour, thinking how could it be Gilbert who got to father the child and not you, Gilbert finally bursts into the room yelling “it’s a boy!” He comes over to you and pats you on the back and loudly says to you, so everyone in the waiting room can hear, “it looks like my work here is done. Now you get to raise my kid for me for the next 18 years. Thanks cuckold.”

You go beat read as the whole room stares at you and you can hear snickering. You glare at Gilbert as he waddles out of the room and hopefully out of your life forever.

When you finally are allowed to see your wife you find out that Gilbert has already filled out and signed the birth certificate and the worst part is he named the kid Gilbert Jr. with Gilbert's last name and all! You were planning on naming him with your first and last name with junior. This is a real slap in the face. You take one look at the baby and he is every bit as ugly as his father. This kid is going to have a rough life.

You get the DNA test done asap, in a vain attempt to try to prove Gilbert is not the father, but of course it confirms that he is. You try to get Gilbert Jr.’s name changed in court, but since Gilbert is the legal father, he prevents it from happening. Of course you sue him for child support which the court grants you as he has no interest in taking care of this baby in the slightest. However since he just lives in his parent’s basement with no job, you don’t actually get anything. You can’t get blood from a stone.

As retribution for this, Gilbert insists on visitation rights just to annoy you. He ends up coming over once a week and spends the whole time making fun of you and ogling your wife and unsuccessfully trying to hit on her. You don’t think he has so much as glanced at his son once.

One time you come home with Gilbert Jr. to find Gilbert already there with an entourage of about a half dozen guys, all of whom look like a woman has never let them touch them in their life. You find a very frazzled Veronica surrounded by them as they glare and ogle her.

“Ah and here is my sex trophy,” Gilbert proclaims to his group, pointing to Gilbert Jr.

“Get these guys out of my house right now Gilbert,” you tell him.

“Quiet beta cuck. I have a right to be here and I can bring my friends if I want to,” Gilbert says rudely to you.

“Yeah, mog him Saint Gilbert,” one of his groupies says.

“Yup, I got to cuckold him and impregnate his wife because he is so much less of a man than me,” Gilbert brags with pride. “And he has to take care of my son for me and I don’t even have to do a thing.”

“Why don’t you get a job so you can help support him,” you yell.

“Psh, why would I work my ass off just so you can greedily take all my money,” Gilbert says derisively. “I’m the alpha male around this house. Veronica would leave her husband in a heartbeat for me, except I like my freedom and I like him paying for my son. I am so much more of man than this loser”.

“Gilbert, you have had sex ONE time in your whole life and only because my wife was drunk off her ass and you took advantage of her. And now you act like such a macho big shot. You couldn’t be less of a man,” I retort back.

“I was man enough to knock her up. A feet that apparently you weren’t capable of doing,” Gilbert says with a grin as his group cheers him on.

You walk away, knowing you have lost. You have to endure this type of treatment for, well, for the rest of your life. Gilbert Jr. grows up to be the spitting image of his dad. He ends up being such a loser, never moving out of your basement. After growing up seeing the way his father treated you, he doesn’t learn to have any more respect for you. He just sees you as a loser for him to boss around and cater to his every whim.

As Gilbert Jr. was such a handful for your wife growing up, she did not want any more children so you never get to sire any and your genes never get passed on. You often think back and wonder what your life could have been like if it weren’t for that one fateful day.{else}Game Mode must be enabled to play. Turn it on in the menu. You can also give custom names to the characters in there.{endif}