Vegas

"I've got stuff to make breakfast, babe," Carrie chirped happily. George stirred in the bedroom.

"That's great, babydoll," he grunted in reply. He got up slowly, wandering off to the main room. He always loved to see Carrie's heavy belly, swollen with his child.

They'd escaped to Las Vegas after he agreed to help her. She was an adult film starlet, an escort, and an Only Fans girl, but she'd had to take a break after she learned that he'd gotten her pregnant. They weren't married, he didn't want that given the age difference. But they were together. And as her manager, he made sure she fucked the right guys, kept her safe, and kept them awash in money.

She made the pancakes, bacon and eggs. She had a healthy amount for herself, she was eating for two after all. George coughed. He didn't know how long he had left in him. But he wanted to see his child before he went. He sat down at the table and ate with his ho.