Such A Good Guy

12. Luke

CHAPTER 12

Luke

A few days later we were in our B&B on Prince Edward Island after taking an autumn tour, the leaves and trees bright with the changing colors.

After instructing Luna to take a nap, I was back in my room googling more healthy pregnancy tips. I had worn Pregnancy for Helpful Daddies out now until the spine was broken.

Scrolling past all the other tips I knew by heart, I saw one that stopped me right in my tracks.

“Those frequently exposed to seminal fluid during pregnancy have a lower risk of developing pregnancy complications.”

Wait, seminal fluid?

You mean my goddamn cum? My cum in her cunt was necessary now?

I read it twice and then again, slowly. I wasn’t the brightest fucking knife in the psychiatric hospital, but that was pretty goddamn clear to me.

My skin started to buzz as I felt my brain turning the idea over in my head.

Not only that, but apparently exposure to my magical sperm could help decrease her morning sickness.

Forcing myself to move slowly, because I could feel each beat of my heart pulsating through my ears and down to my cock, I got up.

I had to do everything I could to keep Luna safe

And apparently that included fucking her.

I balanced what I knew was right: never hurt Luna , with what was necessary: filling her with my cum so she didn’t get pregnancy complications.

Which was more important?

I didn’t have moral dilemmas very often. My brain didn’t work like that. But I sometimes had to balance the only truth I knew: Luna Gallagher must be protected at all costs with competing factors. Like that I wanted to fuck her so hard my tattoos imprinted onto her skin.

My heart was hammering.

Health considerations won out.

I reached for my phone to see that little dot that meant she was napping peacefully in her bed. I would go in there and give her a few orgasms until it was time to wake up and go to supper.

But she wasn’t there.

My fingers frantically searching my map app, I saw that she was right where I was going to take her for supper: the famous Blue Mussel Café in Prince Edward Island.

Now what in the world was she doing there? I put a few chewable ginger gummies in my pocket in case the smell of their famous mussels and tuna made her nauseated, then walked over.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw my pregnant future wife sitting at a little wooden table, her luminous eyes big and bright, as she smiled with charming delight at my business manager Ignatius.